[open] july catchall

[techmaturgy]

Who: Viktor and special guests and YOU
When: July through early August
Where: Cadens, the Horizon, Nocwich
What: open stuff, closed stuff, whatever I WANT
Warnings: general sadsackery, the usual references to (previously) terminal illness, otherwise will list as needed

[open and closed starters in comments! If you want a custom starter or something specific, just hit me up. full horizon details are here for any and all wildcarding needs. For everything else, I’m on plurk at whitticus and on discord at whitticus#8139.]

Comments

[oversight]

[ Blake's lips twitch similarly, a partial smile driven to the surface at Viktor's explanation. It sits atop the mental image of the sign he carried in through the door and he finds himself quietly charmed by it. Sentimentality is one of his more ghostly features, a hidden vulnerability that hasn't been necessary since coming through the portal with nothing. ]

Looks friendly. Who could walk past a call like that?

[ He glances around at the emptiness but doesn't ask what he wants to ask. ]

Any idea when you'll make a decision? Can check back whenever, or you can—

[ Blake gestures at his head. He's not a fan of what he's been calling "brain texting," but won't deny it's better than sending a courier or a letter. ]

[techmaturgy]

She's very friendly. You'll have to meet her sometime.

[She does not, predictably, reside here in the real world, but that goes without saying, he thinks. (There is, however, a resident lab cat. Blake might see her around, if he stops by with some frequency).

Viktor looks momentarily confused, because he certainly hasn't been considering this any kind of formal job interview. He needs enough help around the place that he can afford to be less discerning than he might ordinarily be. Blake has never given him any indication that he's untrustworthy or incompetent, so he's willing to take a chance.]

You can start tomorrow, if you like.

[oversight]

[ Much like a cat, Blake's presence and ambiguity for the happenings of the world outside the workshop might as well go mostly without notice. He's here to offer his fidgeting hands towards a purpose without having to ask too many questions or be asked many of his own. To focus on the tasks at hand With any luck (or at least a little hard determination) this will pave the way towards moving right out of his room at the inn and finding somewhere a little more suiting to his need for privacy.

He nods, finally, not allowing himself to get too far off track with his thoughts, eyes only briefly searching for the feline before focusing again on Viktor. If the last couple of months have taught him anything it's that he needs to be flexible because his attitude is not always tolerated, nor are these fits of quiet where he wants to act more than think. So, he smiles a little and tips his head in further acquiescence. ]

Sure. Can do.

[ Requirements — safety gear, if any — will probably need to be discussed, but Blake doesn't possess enough clothes to be picky about attire, so he'll have to make do with what he's got.

(He thinks of his first job flinging pizzas, the way the work had followed him home in floury handprints and cornmeal in his shoes. It's a lasting reminder of hard work. He doesn't mind it so much. Hell, he kind of prefers it.)

This is good. This is a start. ]

Thanks, boss.

[techmaturgy]

Good. I'll see you then. Come by whenever you like.

[Blake will find that Viktor isn't particular about when he comes or goes--he always seems to be in the workshop, regardless. It's possible he'd rather not have any employees at all, but he's nothing if not exceedingly pragmatic.

He'll offer Blake one more piece of advice, however, before he leaves.]

Don't call me boss.