[02] Second job

[captain_tightpants]

{Action - Open to housemates and neighbors}
-- location: 848 Goldberg Street
-- time: Backdated to Mother's Day, late morning

[Climbing out the window to escape the drones in the house has become a regular thing for Mal and he's now reaping what he's sowed by repairing the gutter, half dangling off the edge of the roof. His tailbone remembers that fall well.

He's hoping no one saw it when it happened yesterday but there are just so many neighbors around. Fat chance.]


{Action - Open to all}
-- location: Olney's Tavern
-- time: Backdated to Mother's Day, evening

[Now the real work begins. Mal's serving up drinks at the tavern, and to be truthful, he rather enjoys his job. The only downside is the strange people he sometimes has to be friendly with.]

Howdy. What can I get for you?

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[bread_goes_bip]

Trust me, if I were on duty here, things would be very different. But I'm not. So I sell makeup. And bake a lot. It's kinda fun.

Argh, I fail at html

[captain_tightpants]

[Blink blink.]

Right. Because you're Death. The Death.

[He seems to be saying this to cement it in his mind.]

...

Wait, you're the Death? As in, I'll be seein' ya when that bullet finally catches up to me?

Re: Argh, I fail at html

[bread_goes_bip]

Well... that depends. The different places the town takes people from seem to have their own Deaths sometimes.