First Trial [March 14th]

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[Outside of MacCready & Sons Law Office]

[Just as you walk down the road, content with your day (or maybe not?), comes a girl being escorted out of the law office building by an old drone. She is making quite the fuss.]

I can't believe you - this cannot be legal. To deny me a job at your office just because I am a woman is - [The drone closes the door and leaves her outside] - hey don't you shut the door on me, I was talking to you!

[And then Tsubaki attempts to open the door, only to find that there is no way to turn the knob. It's been locked from the inside.]

[Outside the Police Station]

[Later on, Tsubaki is going to try again to find a job in Mayfield. This time, she's going to the police station. ...Except the station is closed, even though it so obviously must have people in it. Tsubaki is outside this building right now, banging on the door with all her fury. And she isn't going to stop, even though it seems like no one is letting her inside. What a damn joke.]

Please, I ask you let me in! I want to speak with an officier about a job! What sort of station does not keep their door open to the public?!

[She pauses, thinking for a moment she sees someone inside. But when nothing happens after a few moments, she begins slamming her fist against it again and resumes her shouts.]

I will not be ignored like this. What sort of "people of the public" are you?! OPEN UP!!

[And she'll keep banging for a while, unless someone stops her. After that she will just be outside in a huff, visibly frustrated. Someone is having their first hours in Mayfield today.]

Phone;

This place is absurd. Not only am I suddenly trapped here, but I was denied twice today a job serving the greater good because of my gender. How does anyone stand being discriminated against so flagrantly!? I could -- would be a great police officer or justice attorney, and I was denied from both!

[She pauses for a moment and then softly groans.]

I feel like I'm getting a headache. ...Actually, I have a question. What year is it? I feel as though I'm in the past, but I don't know how far back. Is it still in the 2000's? [The woes of coming from the year 2200...] Well, I guess it doesn't really matter, I just wanted to know because today--

Forget it. I'm getting a cake no matter what the cost in this era!

[Happy Birthday Tsubaki Yayoi, we got you a trip to Mayfield.]

Comments

PohLease station because I CAN

[donttellmetheodds]

Looking for a job in security?

law office

[silpheed]

[Oh my lord. Tsubaki

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please

STAPPPPP]

And just what on earth are you doing? Making such a ruckus in public is quite unsightly.

[ phone ]

[stabbywheelfeet]

Get used to it. This place is preoccupied with your parts, apparently.

Phone

[nanocerancowboy]

[Have a mechanically-echoing Texan-accented voice on the other end of the line!]

Discrimination seems to be somethin' common in a lot of societies. I was livin' in a world where humans in general got th' short end of th' stick, before Mayfield took me.

Phone;

[detectivedipstick]

<sub>[Lassiter is idly skimming the newspaper while he's on the phone. Nothing interesting in it just like back in Santa Barbara, per usual.

Also 'great police officer'? That's his title, damn it.]</sub>

You act as if you're entitled to a job based on your skills. Even I'm getting a headache standing here hearing this sort of crap.

In case you're still lost in your little fantasy world, you're in 1950's America.

[phone]

[underboobs]

[Makoto feels bad for Tsubaki with what she had to go through, from the sounds of her day. She's not a fan of discrimination like this, and it's even worse to see your friend go through something you had to go through for awhile. But Tsubaki was one of the only people who managed to cheer her up out of her funk concerning all that back then. Least she can do is try to return the favor, just a bit.

Besides, it's a special day.] Saying that you're gonna get your own cake is like saying you don't have any friends to do the cake-buying for you, you know. And I'm right here! [Yes, she is saying they should go get a cake together.]

[phone]

[heavenfang]

... I'm confused. What does the cake have to do with the rest of that?

oops phone

[ex_seventh238]

The year is 1950ies, we're not exactly sure which because time loops itself just like the geography. What kind of cake are you looking for, out of curiosity? [Ciel what are your priorities... 8|;]

[phone]

[madanomadamada]

Make your own police station or something. Law office's probably harder.

Phone ☆

[handsforhealing]

I know, it's so annoying... I used to be a mechanic back home and they won't let me do that here! I can't believe it... It's the 1950s, but my world is in the 1910s!

[ She sighs in annoyance, seeming calmed by the mentioning of cake. ] What kind of cake?

outside police station because.

[shishigami]

[this girl kind of looks familiar.]

Do not try arguing with the drones, you will only come out with a headache!

I speak from experience!

Police Station

[mute_mystic]

[Someone does stop her in the form of a concerned/amused/sympathetic-looking man in outdated, sumptuous clothing. He also has giant butterfly wings on his back, but who's counting?

He doesn't say anything, merely shaking his head ruefully at her. His body language and expression speak for him, though - it's no good, don't bother.]

Police station

[snacklist]

[Oh no! Why is that woman shouting, is she hurt? Or scared? Maybe she's in trouble and someone is after her? Why aren't the police letting her in?

Clearly this is a job for Alphonse Elric! Cue him running over, concern written all over his face.]

Miss? Miss, are you okay?

phone;

[italktomyplants]

That's to do with the time, and it's frustrating. [ Even when she was from she still had to prove herself ]

It's the 1950's, women were thought of differently.