From cmeadows@nyx.cs.du.edu (Chris Meadows)
Subject: [Louis/Oberon, Inc.] How About a Job?
Date: Fri, 7 May 93 22:42:57 GMT

cosc19kh@elroy.uh.edu (Happy Mammal Department) says:
 
>  CHM173S@vma.smsu.edu (Chris Meadows) solemnly intones:
 
[Louis stops, disappointed]
 
>  >Kevin nodded.  "It opens at 1000 tomorrow," he said.  "I'm
>  >sorry about that.  Should have marked the time there, I guess."
 
>  >>Next morning?  Argh.  She looked back to the bandstand in a rear cor
er.
>  >>"Man," she said, "that's a pretty long wait.  Twelve hours?  Morning

>  >>All the way to morning?  You sure?"
 
>  >Kevin nodded again.  "I'm sorry."  He glanced around.  "Say, if you'r

>  >hungry, I could get you something to eat."
 
>  "Uh, well, I dunno.  I don't think I'll be getting any money anytime s
on,
>  you know.  Paying back.  Thanks, though, uh, not so hungry, just yet."
 
"Then how would you like a job?" Kevin asked.  "I'm rather new
around here, and I don't know much about this place.  You've been
here longer than I have and I assume you know your way around.
I'll pay you...oh...how does 10 credits an hour sound?"
 
[Kevin asks if the band is any good.]
 
>  She looked back at the stage.  "Who's any good?  Oh.  The bands.  Well

>  uh...."  After a moment of thought, Louis recalled the night before
>  "...they're a bit loud."  She nodded once, obviously satisfied with
>  such an astute observation.  "At least, well, I thought they were."
>  With a little work, she managed to swivel her rodent ears a bit for
>  emphasis.
 
Kevin grinned.  "I see.  I'll have to see if I agree with you."
 
>  [ADMIN:  We're working with thirty-hour days, here; how many hours are
>  daylight, what with twin suns?  If above business is to open in roughl

>  twelve hours (I assume 60 minutes, of course), at 1000, that puts it
>  about two hours before 'midnight' in the 'Rest, right?  What are we
>  doing up so late? :)  Well, ignore that part, but what about the other
>  stuff?  Was this covered in an extremely early group-formation admin?]
 
[ADMIN: See the post I just put up for a couple of ideas on that score.]
 
>  Donovan / Louis, Freelance Recom
>  "Somebody's responsible for this."
>    --genius remark from "Plan 9 From Outer Space" (*serious* competitio

>      against "Homicidal", I'm sure), when the cops found a dead detecti
e's
>      body.  This was one of the funniest lines...you had to be there.  
)
 
"You know, sometimes you've just got to--Hey, stop quoting me!"
     --Chris Meadows (hey, it works!)


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From cosc19kh@elroy.uh.edu (Happy Mammal Department)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.havens-rest
Subject: [Louis/Oberon, Inc.]  Job?  A what?  Me?
Date: 7 May 1993 22:23 CDT

cmeadows@nyx.cs.du.edu (Chris Meadows) writes...

[Kevin offers to get Louis some food.]

>>"Uh, well, I dunno.  I don't think I'll be getting any money anytime soon,
>>you know.  Paying back.  Thanks, though, uh, not so hungry, just yet."
> 
>"Then how would you like a job?" Kevin asked.  "I'm rather new
>around here, and I don't know much about this place.  You've been
>here longer than I have and I assume you know your way around.
>I'll pay you...oh...how does 10 credits an hour sound?"

Louis was silent a long moment.  In the background, band members were
ferrying music eq onto the stage, and doing sound checks and things.

Ten credits an hour? though Louis.  (Louis never had much use for 
money to really appreciate the amount involved just now.  But then,
what sort of comparison was zero an hour?)

"Uh, well," she said at length.  "I dunno.  There are people that
hire out for guides, but, uh, I don't think I can do that.  I've
never even been in this part of the Complex until, uh, a week ago.
Maybe.

"It'd, well, probably wouldn't do any good."

>[Kevin asks if the band is any good.]
>
>>She looked back at the stage.  "Who's any good?  Oh.  The bands.  Well, 
>>uh...."  After a moment of thought, Louis recalled the night before
>>"...they're a bit loud."  She nodded once, obviously satisfied with
>>such an astute observation.  "At least, well, I thought they were."
>>With a little work, she managed to swivel her rodent ears a bit for
>>emphasis.
> 
>Kevin grinned.  "I see.  I'll have to see if I agree with you."

The little rat-girl uh-yeah'ed, and looked at the hatch.  If htings got
too loud, it wasn't too far off.... :)


Donovan / Louis, rodent-of-no-measurable-job-skills