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middaeg2019-08-07 06:29 pm
firewalled) wrote in middaeg2019-08-07 06:29 pm
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[Open] Perhaps this is the spice of life
Who: Rich Goranski, a few embarrassed employers, and you!
When: From August 8 through to the 16th
Where: Tumeric or not Tumeric
What: Rich starts his new part time job as a spice salesman with his usual amount of enthusiasm. It... well, he's a little confused but he's got the spirit.
Warnings: Small mention of abuse/alcoholism. Also a writing quirk to hopefully get Rich's lisp across. It can be dropped in tags!
[So Rich was, as consistently and ironically as ever, completely broke. A bemused but sympathetic shopkeeper had taken his last bit of American money in exchange for a proper meal his first night, but after that, with his debit card useless, he didn't have a dime to his name.
Sure, he could live and eat without any real concern for money, but Rich wasn't going to be content with just that. There were clothes and books to purchase too, plus he definitely didn't want to stay in the barracks for however long he was stuck here, so that meant getting enough saved up to buy a place.
Should be a lot easier to do that than it was when he was losing three quarters of his cash to his dad's booze fund. Plus, it seemed the city had a lot of businesses looking for part-timers to help out! Making deliveries was easy and a good source of exercise, and now it was time for Rich to try his second job.
Tumeric or Not Tumeric is definitely an odd little shop, probably one that Christine would love. They seemed to have put as much emphasis during Rich's informal interview on theatrical performance as they did on their actual knowledge of their wares. Rich was asked to do a bit of improv work, which was certainly easy enough. Alliteration was fun, and had a bit of a rhythm to it when spoken aloud that had Rich bouncing on his feet. That eagerness and flair for the dramatics got Rich his job.
When the shopkeepers started teaching him the names of the different spices, they might have regretted their acceptance for a few moments.
Whenever someone passes by the storefront, Rich will eagerly wave them over so he can begin reciting.]
Salutations! Sorry to sidetrack your shopping experience, but I simply must insist that you stop and survey our scandellous selection of special spices! We've got subtle saffron, perfect for rices and ricottas, sweet cinnamon for your custards and cakes, and don't forget the citrus notes of sage for a succulent added scent to your sauces! Be sure to see me, starting salesman at this successful establishment, for any answers to your most intelligent inquiries about any of these wonderful wares!
[Rich ends his speech with an exuberant flourish, spreading his arms wide. The shopkeepers and a few gawkers awkwardly clap. And then Rich turns to look at you, breathless but jittery with anticipation.]
So? How'd I do?
When: From August 8 through to the 16th
Where: Tumeric or not Tumeric
What: Rich starts his new part time job as a spice salesman with his usual amount of enthusiasm. It... well, he's a little confused but he's got the spirit.
Warnings: Small mention of abuse/alcoholism. Also a writing quirk to hopefully get Rich's lisp across. It can be dropped in tags!
[So Rich was, as consistently and ironically as ever, completely broke. A bemused but sympathetic shopkeeper had taken his last bit of American money in exchange for a proper meal his first night, but after that, with his debit card useless, he didn't have a dime to his name.
Sure, he could live and eat without any real concern for money, but Rich wasn't going to be content with just that. There were clothes and books to purchase too, plus he definitely didn't want to stay in the barracks for however long he was stuck here, so that meant getting enough saved up to buy a place.
Should be a lot easier to do that than it was when he was losing three quarters of his cash to his dad's booze fund. Plus, it seemed the city had a lot of businesses looking for part-timers to help out! Making deliveries was easy and a good source of exercise, and now it was time for Rich to try his second job.
Tumeric or Not Tumeric is definitely an odd little shop, probably one that Christine would love. They seemed to have put as much emphasis during Rich's informal interview on theatrical performance as they did on their actual knowledge of their wares. Rich was asked to do a bit of improv work, which was certainly easy enough. Alliteration was fun, and had a bit of a rhythm to it when spoken aloud that had Rich bouncing on his feet. That eagerness and flair for the dramatics got Rich his job.
When the shopkeepers started teaching him the names of the different spices, they might have regretted their acceptance for a few moments.
Whenever someone passes by the storefront, Rich will eagerly wave them over so he can begin reciting.]
Salutations! Sorry to sidetrack your shopping experience, but I simply must insist that you stop and survey our scandellous selection of special spices! We've got subtle saffron, perfect for rices and ricottas, sweet cinnamon for your custards and cakes, and don't forget the citrus notes of sage for a succulent added scent to your sauces! Be sure to see me, starting salesman at this successful establishment, for any answers to your most intelligent inquiries about any of these wonderful wares!
[Rich ends his speech with an exuberant flourish, spreading his arms wide. The shopkeepers and a few gawkers awkwardly clap. And then Rich turns to look at you, breathless but jittery with anticipation.]
So? How'd I do?
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Have you tried them yourself?
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[Maybe that's not super impressive, but it is amazing what a little spice can do for the simplest meals Rich can make for himself.]
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That last one -- I think sounds like an amazing idea!
[He'll finally head into the shop and mentally calculate how much money he actually has. Not a ton, since he has yet to get a job here, but enough for this, he thinks.]
Alright. Last question -- can I return the spices if I don't like them?
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[If it was like a whole modern packaging situation, Rich might be a little more confused, but... these are just bags of spice. No one's going to miss a spoonful of cinnamon from a bag.]
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You've made a sale!
[Why he did that -- nobody will know, but he's Dazai. Everything has to be dramatic with him.]
I'll probably enjoy the spices, though, if I have to be honest. The idea of coming up with recipes on my own with them will be fun! [And a nice distraction from dreams.]
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Hell yeah!
[Before slamming his own fist on the counter. They're definitely very impressive and not a pair of dumbasses.]
I hope you'll like them! If you come up with recipe ideas, hit me up? I'm always looking.
[He bundles up small bags, passing them over with a bright grin.]
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In other words, people who aren't Kunikida 2.0, really.]
I will!
[He says, as he passes the owed money over. Though --]
But I need your name to do that. Not a mind reader, even if I have many other talents.
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He smacks his forehead and laughs gently.]
Oh yeah! Duh! Sorry man. Rich Goranski, at your service! And you are?
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[With a nod:]
It's nice to officially meet you, Rich-kun! [He's grinning like an idiot, honestly.] But I should head back to my place and set these spices where they belong, before I forget! [And use them before he loses his sense of taste!]
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[It's been a while, but he used to be a big anime nerd, so hopefully he doesn't say something completely embarrassing. He offers a wave.]
No worries, though. I should actually get back to work, honestly. Let me know how you like them, though! And I'll see you around!