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Caritas - Sunday evening [Open]

Tino was complaining. His arguments about tomorrow being Labor Day and how he shouldn't have to work and how the zombies were his friends and he knows where you live, old man, had no effect on Jolee. Jolee countered this argument with a wave of his hand and the suggestion that Tino would work on the federal holiday. Jolee wasn't going to be mean about it and trick him into liking it, though. That would be a little far for Jolee to do without at least feeling conflicted

The HELP WANTED sign was still up.

[OOC: Narratively, that seems an awkward place to ask for new employees, I know. I promise that Jolee probably won't try to mindtrick you. I'm around, if occasionally slow.]

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You will sing a song.

You will have a drink.

You will sit back and enjoy whatever's going on on-stage.

You will do what I say when I wave two fingers and speak like Alec Guinness.

After the events of the past couple of days, Cable felt a drink was more than justified. He sat down at the bar, gave Jolee a nod, and said, "A beer, please."

"Of course, Mister Mayor," Jolee said, getting Cable's beer. "You don't get a discount, though."

"Probably better for the economy," Cable replied. News travelled fast-- then again, it was a small town. "I'll deal."

"Good," Jolee said, putting the beer down in front of Cable. "How'd you end up with the job anyway?"

"Serendipity, apparently." He took the beer gratefully, taking a swig. "I'm trying to offer help where it's needed." Which implied everything that needed to be sid, really.

With how much she was feeling like she needed one, Charlotte probably will have several drinks. Getting things organized for the new exhibit could only distract her so much, after all.

"I don't want to have to look at an empty Cosmo glass for any more two seconds tonight, oh my God."

"Serendipity," Jolee repeated. "The Force works in strange ways. You've always somewhat reminded me of a man I've worked with in the past. Last I heard, he was running a town, too. Granted, it's a hidden town of warriors looking to reclaim their lost glory on a distant moon, so it doesn't quite match up. But I still find it interesting."

"Tino, start the assembly line for Miss York here," Jolee told his bartender.

"Having some troubles, I take it?" he asked Charlotte.

"This isn't my first island," Cable said, wryly, and he put the bottle back on the bar. "How did that work out for him?"

Charlotte heaved a big sigh and answered with a "No" that didn't look or sound anywhere near the vicinity of truth, giving her head a slight shake.

"Well," she added, reluctantly, a little more truthfully.

"...I'm trying to just not think about it," she then admitted, sighing again.

"He was off doing that when I was off coming here. I haven't kept in contact with anyone from my galaxy, so I really can't say," Jolee said. Then he returned to the point that was more interesting to him. "So you're an island collector? One more and you win a prize?"

"I understand," Jolee said. "You don't know how many times I've gone to a cantina just to get my mind off something for a while. Truth be told, I don't know how many times, either. But my memory's going and I was never very good with numbers to begin with."

"Not really," he answered, sipping off his beer. "It's a long story." Which he did not at all repress anything about. "There's a lot of work to be done."

"And there's only so many times," Charlotte said, sucking in yet another breath with wide eyes that suggested there was something seriously wrong with this fact she was about to divulge, "you can go over and polish up an agenda. Believe me, though, the number is high, and I've not only reached it but I went past it about fifty revisions ago."

"Damn right there's a lot of work to be done," Jolee said. "I just moved into a new hut and I don't even have an address yet. How am I supposed to heat my home in the coming winter if the post office doesn't know where to bring my junk mail and catalogs?"

"An agenda for what?" Jolee asked as the Cosmos started coming down from the end of the bar. At the moment, he was less interested in letting Charlotte forget what she wanted to forget and more interested in finding out what she was talking about.

"I could send you mine," Cable replied, "They have no compunctions about my house."

"I'm sorry, but it has to be personalized to the resident at my address," Jolee said. "There's a balance to all things. If I take your mail, the whole system is out of whack and will surely spell destruction for all of us. That wouldn't look good on your mayoral resume."

"The next exhibit," Charlotte said, sighing yet again, breeching the topic with the absolute opposite reaction she would normally have. She cradled her drink in her hand and quickly swallowed down as much of the pink concoction as her throat would allow. "Projecting how many entries we have, advertising, what sort of hors-de-vours to serve at the opening, that sort of thing."

"That's not a problem I've had to deal with much."

Unless you were going to link that up to the arrival of the Hecatomb and the ensuing destruction of Providence, but Cable preferred not to be that literal.

"I'll see what I can do," he said, with some hint of amusement, and took another swig.

"Good," Jolee said. "That's all the complaints about this town I have right now. You caught me offguard before I could start a list."

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