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[teenyoda]

[Hello, Asgard. The entire city is treated to this lovely smiling visage.]


Hey there, Asgard. So, after a lot of thought, I've come to realize I really need to get a job. Preferably not at a pet store.

[Sorry, Scott, but if he had to work around Isaac and Derek, it was likely there'd be some sort of war involving projectile puppies or kittens. No one wanted that, man. No one.]

A man needs to be able to buy the finer things in life. Maybe some of the not so fine things as well. I don't know what the job market's like out here, but Stiles needs some dough.

[He needed to be able to impress, not that it had ever helped him before.]

Is there a sign up place? A help wanted section? A newspaper? Ye olde job market? Come on, help a guy out. I shouldn't have to state the obvious, but heavy lifting isn't my strong suit. Neither is anything involving having to move. Or do things that require effort.

[Okay, so it wasn't that bad, but he wanted to make sure his potential employer had lowered expectations. He might need to slack off to help a certain best friend out and if no one expected anything from him, that gave him a lot of leeway.]

So, any takers?

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[teenyoda]

Yeah, well, this isn't the Maurey show and I'm not really up to talking about who my baby's daddy is.

[tradingsecrets]

Maurey show? What's that?

[teenyoda]

It's a -- never mind. It's not important. I'm just not really the spill my secrets to a stranger type.

[tradingsecrets]

That's fine, I'm not the type to talk about my world as a general rule. It depresses people.

[teenyoda]

Great. Then we'll agree on an embargo on personal chit chat.

[tradingsecrets]

Okay, I can deal with that with a little extra thrown in there for you. If you do get curious about my world that you don't ask anyone else from Panem.

If you promise that, then I think we will get along just fine.

[teenyoda]

Man, I don't even know what Panem is. Or where. Or how. My concerns are with figuring out how to get me, my best friend, and his girlfriend out of here. And Lydia. And maybe Erica.

[The rest could rot.]

[tradingsecrets]

It's funny. Most people want to leave here, but everyone I know wants to stay. If you want to leave then I would think helping with the fighting would be the easiest way, and doing what we are doing now.

Just talking and forming connections.

[teenyoda]

I'm a terrible fighter. I don't have the arms for it. I drop things. Chicken arms.

[He flapped one to show.]

[tradingsecrets]

That might not be a good thing. Well, what house did you show up in?

[teenyoda]

Odin. They turned me into a giant finger candle.

[tradingsecrets]

Oh? I've never really messed with my own powers here, I rely on other things. Will you learn to use your powers?

[teenyoda]

Already am. Sort of. I mean, I don't know how much more you can learn about lighting and unlighting your finger, but, hey, it could come in handy.

[tradingsecrets]

That's better than what I have. I'd rather something interesting like that.

[teenyoda]

What do you have?

[tradingsecrets]

Body Control. I've never really tried to use it though, but it doesn't seem all that useful.

[teenyoda]

Oh, I have a friend who does that. Well, sort of friend. Someone I know. She made me do the whole peace sign thing.

[tradingsecrets]

Yeah, I can't bring myself to really use it. I guess since I didn't have it back in my world, I don't see the need for it here.

[teenyoda]

Hey, I didn't have candle fingers at home either, but you can bet your ass I'll be figuring out how to play with this.

[tradingsecrets]

I can't blame anyone from wanting to play with their powers, they are cool for the most part.

[teenyoda]

Some are a little freakier than others. [Like, really, gods? Fire? You gave him fire? Wtf was wrong with you?]

[tradingsecrets]

Yeah, I can agree with that.

[teenyoda]

[He started to chew on his thumb before he realized what he was doing.]

Hey, it's been fun chatting and shooting the breeze and all, but I've got some potential jobs to go hunt down. Catch you later?

[tradingsecrets]

[He seems to realize something too.]

Yeah, no problem. I forgot I need to go get the fresh fish for the Safehouse. I wanted to have a new dish on the menu today.

Talk to you later Stiles.

[teenyoda]

Bye.