Open - Help Wanted!

[fineriftercrafts]

WHO: Barnabas ‘Snake Oil’ Vilm
WHAT: A Help Wanted Add
WHEN: Now
WHERE: On almost every flat surface, shoved under doors, scattered around just everywhere in Kirkwall
NOTES: Barnabas wants to start a new shop.

As you return to Kirkwall, you notice that something’s different. There seems to be a flurry of paper, with the same thing said on it, posted on every notice board, on every flat surface that can stand it, even shoved under doors. The flyer is simply printed, with a stylized drawing of a Dwarf above the text. The dwarf seems to be amazingly happy at his current status and holding a large bag of money, and seems to want to share it with you. The text reads as follows.

Help Wanted! Attention people of Kirkwall, I am starting a new exciting business venture, the like of which has never been seen before! But in order to do this, I need your help! Are you an Enchanter with a specialty in ice spells Chef with no preconceived notions about what CAN be done Engineer who loves a challenge A people person who loves talking and working with the public Are you one of these people? Then come down to the site of the most exciting new business that Kirkwall has seen in years! Interviews start now! Bring references and list of past employers if applicable, there may be an onsite test of your skills.

 

At the bottom of the notice there are directions to the new shop, a nicer part of the gallows, next door to Barnabas's original shop of Rifter Artifacts.

I. Interview - In the back part of the new shop, Barnabas sits behind his desk, the noise of construction making the interview a bit harder than normal. He sits back in his chair and gives you a winning smile. "So, I understand you're here to get on the ground floor of a great new business opportunity! I cannot wait to begin. So, lets start by telling me your name, and what you bring to the team?"

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[hwaaaitsme]

Barnabus's shop is not difficult to locate, nor is it difficult to parse that his new venture is taking place next door in the boarded up store that is currently under construction. Loki gives it a passing glance before striding through the occult and, well, largely Rifted artifacts, as he makes his way to the office.

"What manner of ruse is this, Vilm?" Loki asks as he crosses the threshold of the door. He lingers there and, with a quirk of his brow, adds: "I assume if it were anything really interesting you'd have already come to me about it?"

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[fineriftercrafts]

"Loki! How's it going? And what do you mean, you didn't see my flyers? Put em up all of the place, figured you'd notice them. And besides I asked your brother, he didn't think you'd be into it."

Barnabas grins up at Loki, seemingly looking forward to a bit of excitement after a long day of interviews.

[hwaaaitsme]

"What?" Loki asks, aghast. That he would ask Thor before him--that Thor had attempted to predict his moods. He is silent a moment, bristling, before he enters the office fully and drapes himself in the chair across the desk from the dwarf.

"I saw the flyers, but they conveniently omitted what in the gods' names you're actually doing."

[fineriftercrafts]

"Well I would've showed you at the party, but I never saw you! Hung out with your brother by the punch bowl for most of the night, eating this!" Barnabas reaches into the desk and pulls out a mug, and pours a measure of juice into it. He then takes a oddly shaped wand and sticks one end in the mug. The wand lets out a odd sounding hum for a moment, and then stops. Barnabas then hands over the mug, now filled with a smoothly textured iced drink.

"Try it! Tastes great, even better with rum, but for now need to keep a clear head."

[hwaaaitsme]

Loki takes the mug from the dwarf and eyes it suspiciously for a moment. It was not uncommon for people to attempt to poison him casually...but it would not be advantageous, or profitable, for Barnabas to do so. Truly, that was more comforting than any reassurance the dwarf could have offered up.

The beverage itself isn't bad, if a bit thick. The ice made it pleasant enough.

"Is it warm enough in the south for such things? The people here are practically mired in snow."

[fineriftercrafts]

"Well, not now of course, and that's just the basic ice, I'm working with some people to try and get some real good flavors going."

Barnabas sits back, looking over Loki in what seems to be the first time. "So are you interested in investing? I know for a fact you can't cook and you fucking hate people, so two of the jobs are out. You much of an enchanter? I always figured you more for the summoning kind of mage."

[hwaaaitsme]

"I...dabble," Loki answers noncommittally as he takes another sip of the concoction. It is truly vile. If Thor had assumed he would dislike it, however, it became his mission to disprove his brother.

"I can certainly manage any small enchanting you might need. Duplicating that would take a bit of time, however."

[fineriftercrafts]

"What this?" Barnabas waves the odd metal wand in the air. "Oh no, this is some kinda weird Rifter crap. No idea how it works."

Barnabas gets up and walks over to the other side of the room and out a door. "Over here, what I need is an enchantment on these." He gestures to a number of large metal buckets with a odd mechanical device in it. "I need that bucket to be chilled to a bit below freezing. Not too far, just a bit. And I need it to stay at that temperature. Think you can do that?"

[hwaaaitsme]

Loki, who is used to Barnabas and his mode of conversing rises and follows after him, the beverage in hand. The buckets aren't exceptionally special, nor arcane, and Loki stares at them a moment as he considers.

"Well, they won't be indefinitely charged, but I can probably do something to that effect."

[fineriftercrafts]

"So how long then? A few months? Don't figure buisness'll be good in the winter. Oh also! You know any good dessert cooks? I need some good perspective on this, this is gonna be a weird job, I can just tell."