A question

[connie_maheswaran]

[Yes, it is rather easy to send one of these out when you have the internet back home. Connie was a little vexed that there was no network quite like that here, but she'd make do].

Ok, I know that most of the people here have a lot of questions about how things work and how to fight and all, and so far there have been plenty of you who have graciously given us answers and time (I'm very grateful to specific people here like Mr. Crackshell and Webigail and Princess Deetz, but many of you really helped, thank you). I have a different type of question though.

For those of you who live here and work, how easy is it to do all of your magical studies and keep a stable job? Back home I have to be attending college, but I'll be living on campus. That's different from working here and living AND learning about magic.

Basically, how do you budget your time? Any tips?

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[creepyoldguy]

[In the snootiest tones his rasping voice could muster, coupled with the biggest shit-eating-grin ever,]

Pre-sent-ing her Royal Highness, Princess Deetz of Neeeew York.

[And an over-the-top bow to finish it all off.]

Oh, no. I forgot that’d also make you Duchess of Connecticut. My bad.

[He’s sure he’ll be on the receiving end later, especially considering his entire name was broadcast earlier, but, he couldn’t resist. ]

[strangeandunusual]

Of course you'd be my Town Crier, you've got the biggest mouth. I hereby dub thee Lawrence the Loud.

[creepyoldguy]

Ooooh, a title! Look at me coming up in the world!

[strangeandunusual]

Two if you count being gallery handyman, B.J.

[wink]

[creepyoldguy]

OH! Oh! Oh! That's right! I'm gonna need a fancy-schmancy jacket so I can put ribbons on it designating all my new hoity-toity titles, so everyone can be jealous of me and wish they were half as a-ma-zing as me!

[And you can practically hear his mind click and chunk as he switches gears.]

OR A TOOL BELT. HOLY SCHMOKES, I SHOULD GET ONE OF THOSE!

Or both! I could manage both.

[strangeandunusual]

Your regular jacket would be fancy if you washed it more. I'm just saying.

[she DID hear those gears, and it was amusing as heck.]

If you wear a fancy jacket while you're fixing things, you're going to mess it up. Maybe not both at the same time. If you actually know how to use some tools, I might be able to get you a belt. Counts as a business expense.

[creepyoldguy]

It takes forever to empty out the pockets.

[Huh. Lydia did bring up a good point.]

Sure, I know how to use tools! In theory. Haven't actually ever had to use tools, given the whole demonic powers thing, but, how hard could it be?

[strangeandunusual]

Those are usually famous last words, but since you're already sorta dead ... tell you what, I'll get you the manuals anyway.

[what was she getting herself into. he'd probably just try and make them work using magic anyway]

[creepyoldguy]

UGH. Manuals? As in reading?

[Then again....]

....ooh....a sad puppet show with MULTIPLE CHARACTERS? Like a puppet Les Miserables! Only with 20% more fire.

again, keywords

[strangeandunusual]

[this look]

pfffft

[creepyoldguy]

[Big smile!]

[strangeandunusual]

If you're burning everyone in the cast, it's more like a dramatization of the Triangle Shirtwaist Factory.

[creepyoldguy]

I could put it to music. We could win a Tony!

[strangeandunusual]

Please. Who'd give you a Tony?

[if only she knew where to look for that fourth wall.]

[creepyoldguy]

Oh, that hurts more than you know.

[ He gave a dramatic, if amused, huff.]

Y’know though, the Chicago Fire has more of a musical feel to it. Singing firemen, singing cow, singing old broad.

[strangeandunusual]

... You could call it ... "Fire!"

[jazz hands, and more giggling]

The firemen could do a kick line with the hose, like the Rockettes. Slogan: "the day Chicago kicked the bucket".

[creepyoldguy]

[Applause and a barking laugh.]

Beautiful, perfect!

Y'know as long as the theater didn't catch fire during a performance. With half the lyrics being "Fire!".

[strangeandunusual]

I mean, 'conflagration' has a lot of things that would rhyme with it too...

[creepyoldguy]

Oh, that'd be a fancy fire. Holds its pinky out for tea and everything.

[strangeandunusual]

When there's the big number about everything being on fire, that'd be the verse for the snooty district. ... Are we taking this too far or is this just about right? I feel like this joke has a lot more legs than I meant it to.

[creepyoldguy]

Ah, you can't ever joke too much about musicals about grisly historical events.

[strangeandunusual]

I would not have pegged you as a musicals kinda guy, but ... it makes sense in some way I can't put my finger on.

[creepyoldguy]

It's because I'm a star.

[All the smugness.]

[strangeandunusual]

[she just gaped at him in silent lack of cans to even for a moment. then, a slow blink and her best deadpan]

I admit, I gotta give you that one.

[creepyoldguy]

[All the preening, pleased as can be. His day has been made.]