[Location]The Center for Employment and Business Licensing

by **Verilian** on November 19th, 2012, 10:37 pm

Piraen Saneka

The man at the counter eyed Pi for a bit, clearly unimpressed with the fact that he was a citizen, and especially unimpressed with the fact that he was a kelvic. Few Ravokian's had a fondness for non-humans and outsiders, and whether he was a citizen or not, Piraen would find himself no different. He would forever suffer the ire of any Ravokian he had yet to prove his worth to, and even if he did prove his worth, they still might treat him as little better than a slave. It was, however, the clerks job to assign all citizens and eligible outsiders jobs, regardless how much he disliked them.

"A tailor, are you? Well.. I doubt you are worth Miss Wickham's time, plus she already has a kelvic working for her. No, I think I have a position here that is more suited to someone like you. You'll report to the Vitrax for work from here on. They need someone to stitch up clothing for the prisoners, make new uniforms, things like that. You'll be paid 4 gold mizas a day, which I honestly believe is too much for an animal, but that's what the form says. Do you accept?"

OOCYou may of course decline, but the 4gm/day is the price for a regular tailor anyway so you aren't losing anything. If you want the job, I'll give you more details in the next post.

Alisdair Mckennan

A kelvic.. working on other animals? If it didn't make so much sense, it would have been laughable. But the clerk truly found himself speechless as he read over Alisdair's credentials. It was true, Ravok had very few veterinarian's. They weren't really needed, to be honest, as most people simply discarded their pets or kelvics that were too sick to be of any value to them anymore. That aside, a floating city was no place for most animals who would have little space to excercise or walk about. Even so, there was a position he could give this man.

"Well... while it is rather unusual.. you do have the necessary skill to practice your craft. I.. well, I guess they could use you down at the Healing Hand. From what I understand they don't usually deal with animals, but if someone needed a vet, I suppose that is where they would go. Unless you were looking to start your own private practice?"

OOCIf you want to work at the healing hand, respond to this thread. If you want a private practice, PM me and wait for me to give you more information.

Maedoc

Perhaps the worst part about his job was dealing with ignorant people. Maedoc found himself unfortunate to be in line behind the youth who tried to question his wages. As the two argued, the clerk grew more an more irritated. By the time Maedoc finally stepped forward, the clerk was about ready to explode.

"Well of course you are looking for work," the clerk bellowed, his face turning red with anger. "Everyone in this petching building is looking for work! How do you think I'm going to find you a job when all you do is walk up and state the obvious!? Why not tell me something useful, like what kind of job your looking for, or what you know how to do!?"

Maedoc might have been a bit taken aback by the merchant's response, but there was really nothing he could do. If he wanted work, he would have to deal with the angry man. If he talked back, it would mean he would likely go hungry. In Ravok, you did not usually get second chances, and most people had no choice but to suck up to the clerks at the CEB. They might not have any official authority, but in some ways, they were some of the most powerful people in Ravok.

by **Alisdair McKennan** on November 20th, 2012, 12:51 am

Alisdair nearly laughed at the brief look on the clerk's face. It was understandable that he would question Ash's presence here in Ravok, where most people would simply throw away their pets (as his growing collection of furry statues would tell you). When questioned about where he would work, Ash had to pause. He really had no time to start his own practice, although he had dealt with managing such things before and the thought was tempting. Facing people, having to work under someone else, he'd have to be very wary. He'd have to be very careful. However, his decision was already made. He nodded at the clerk and stroked his beard for a moment. "That'll do fine, this Healing Hand," he mused. "Shall I finalize the paperwork for the job here, or will I be visiting the Healing Hand itself to acquire it?" Ash gave the clerk another smoke-stained smile and tapped the resume on the desk idly.

oocI am interested in the private practice thing but I'm not sure if I can pursue it. May I still PM you for more information?

by **Maedoc** on November 20th, 2012, 3:27 am

Maedoc had not been expecting the fury that the distraught clerk unleashed upon him. As the words boomed out of the man’s reddening throat Maedoc grew pale with embarrassment and icy calm anger. How could this scribe, this city boy, think he could get away with such hostility to him! He was about to attempt to split the man’s head open and search his brain for some clearly misplaced common sense when he remembered where he was. Ravok, the holy place of this man’s god.

He was a foreigner in a city of like minded people. Yes, he had obtained a citizenship, but only in ink and parchment. He would be a fool to think that would hold up against a man who had grown up here. This clerk probably had friends, perhaps even powerful ones. No, the game of the day was submission. He would take the man’s words and eat them, no matter the foul taste.

“Well since you say it like that, I suppose I can supply you with some answers." Maedoc bent over the table, taking one of the forms the clerk had stacked up in the corner and began to fill it out. He struggled with the quill, having not written in a few months, but was able to complete the form relatively easily. Afterwards he slid it to the clerk and stood, waiting in cold silence. He hoped the man would not see the anger in his eyes and penalize his work opportunities for it.

Name: Maedoc Galenos
Age: 26
Race: Human
Relevant Skills:
-Competent with Warhammer and Hand to hand combat.
-Has a novice understanding of intelligence gathering and interrogation methods.

Past Work: Mining for silver, Combat

Other: Looking for full time employment.

by **Amelia Cross** on November 21st, 2012, 3:00 pm

[10th day of fall]
[512 a.v. ]

Amelia really didn’t hold much interest in working a common job, but none the less she had been wanting to live independently of her father every since she began visiting him, and nothing says ‘independent’ as making your own money. So Amelia bravely in her usual, confident and graceful step entered the office of employment and made her way to one of the counters. ”Good day, I’m a fortune teller, looking for a job license” she explained to the clerk that was on the other side of the counter. Then she remembered the form she had filled out earlier and pulled it out of her velvet purse.”I assume you need this?” Amelia said giving the paper to the clerk, holding a polite smile on her face as she waited for the response.

NAME

Amelia Cross

AGE:

20

RACE:

Human

RELEVANT SKILLS:

PAST WORK:

*freelance fortune teller for 5 years, specializing in Tarot

OTHER:

Not a full citizen, however spend most of the year in Ravok

OOCI know it's late fall at the moment, but since Amelia entered Ravok withing the first 10 days of fall, I assumed it would make more sense for her to apply for a job on the 10th, but I do understand her pay will not be worth the whole season

by **Verilian** on December 1st, 2012, 1:56 pm

Alisdair Mckennan

"No need, we'll finalize everything here. All you will have to do is report for duty in the morning. They'll be expecting you."

The clerk filed the man's resume away, jotted down some information on some paperwork, and then handed Alisdair a card verifying his employment. "Show that to the doctors when you arrive and they'll put you to work. They may have you helping with the humans as well, depending on what their case load is, but you will primarily be a veterinarian."

With everything out of the way, Alisdair was free to go. He was now officially a veterinarian at the Healing Hand.

OOC :

Maedoc

The clerk had managed to calm himself somewhat by the time Maedoc was done filling out the document, but he was still quite irritable. The clerk snatched the paper, looking it over briefly, before setting it down and glaring at the man in front of him.

"Another mercenary, are you? Well lucky for you, there is always work to be had in that field. We don't have any mining jobs for you, no minds around here. But if you aren't looking for mercenary work, and since we don't have mines, I could also give you a laborers job. Always need strong men to load the ships down at the docks, or to aid in construction. Your choice.

Amelia Cross

The clerk took Amelia's application, looking it over for a moment. There were actually very few fortune tellers in Ravok, and there was nowhere specific that they could find work. They generally operated out of their own homes, or in the back of taverns, or places of that such.

"We don't have any specific locations for you to work, but I can issue you a license to operate if that is what you are looking for. Where would you be doing business from?"

by **Amelia Cross** on December 1st, 2012, 7:08 pm

"That's just what I was looking for" Amelia confessed with a bow of her head "I prefer working on the streets where people are free to approach me when I am needed, around the Nitrozian plaza or the Docks would be the most usual place to find me" she answered with a sign of thoughtfulness "but I must admit that if I have to be tied to a building or a specific location, I have no such place"

by **Verilian** on December 3rd, 2012, 4:58 pm

Amelia Cross

"That is quite alright, Miss Cross. With this license you will be able to operate anywhere you like. Just make sure you keep these papers on you, or in your home if you get one, in case we need to verify them."

The clerk quickly filled out the proper documents, keeping copies for the CEB and handed another copy to Amelia. The documents were simple enough, and stated that she was now approved to ply her trade anywhere within the city, except for places where such things were prohibited like the Vitrax or the Temple. After that was done, the clerk bid her goodbye and waved up the next person.

OOC :

by **Maedoc** on December 3rd, 2012, 11:05 pm

His options were not exactly ideal, but they rarely were. The mercenary bit was out of the question, he would not sell his skill with the hammer, preferring to keep that quiet as Long as possible. It would close doors for him later as well, sellswords were in Ravok like fleas on a mutt. It would be harder for him to excel.

And when the man mentioned the mines Maedoc scowled visibly. He had to use scarcely practiced skills in self-restraint not to snap at the official. He would never work in the darkness again! It was his fault though, writing it down on his application. But he had a few appealing options, the deckhand for one.

"Well if those really are all you jobs you think I can do, I'll take the job at the docks." Maedoc laced his words with emotion. He could not expect any better with such a primitive survey of talent though. And it was enough to serve his purpose for now. Besides he was in Ravok, the city of Rhysol, and that was all that really mattered at the moment.

by **Verilian** on December 3rd, 2012, 11:48 pm

Maedoc Galenos

The clerk nodded and quickly filled out the proper paperwork. Perhaps their survey was a little short sighted, but they generally preferred people to know what they wanted when they visited the CEB. If a person didn't have a specific job in mind that they wanted to apply for, the clerks would search for the easiest placement possible. Many people ended up in jobs they were overskilled for, but it was the way of things in Ravok.

"Alright, just report to the docks tomorrow and you can begin work."

OOC :

IMPORTANT OOC NOTICE
PLEASE READ

On the 41st of Fall, 512 AV, the CEB was destroyed by the terrorist group known as the Rising Dawn. This means that nobody can post here after the 41st, until further notice. Those of you who have already posted, we will finish up our interactions, and then this thread will be closed until the location has been reconstructed, or a new one has taken its place. For those of you who are looking to get jobs and have not already posted here, please see the City Events thread for more information.

by **Mishael Longine** on September 7th, 2013, 12:58 am

Timestamp: 12th, Fall 513

Mishael Longine is a large man, but that is about the only thing that is striking about him. His skin is well tanned from many days spent out doors, his skin weathered and with the onset of age settling only around the eyes. His years number thirty three, but his jade eyes seemed much older. His dark curls fall forward over his brow, and around his collar, perhaps a bit long but combed. His face devoid of facial hair, smooth other then the weather worn skin.

His clothing was that of plain leather, leather to protect but not adorn. There was no dying, embroidery other then the few buttons to fasten the breeches and jacket otherwise his clothing is functional, but unadorned.

The six foot four inch tall man steps through the door, one large square hand running through his hair in almost a nervous fashion, though his light green eyes look anything but nervous as they move through the room, checking corners. Out of habit the man checks his pockets, perhaps feeling to see if something was still there before moving forward.

Mishael was new in Ravok, after he left Sunberth six years ago he has been in and out of cities, annoyed by some, forced out by others due to his loose following of the laws. However, he does not want to go back to Sunberth, so he is determined to give Ravok a proper go, even if it means he has to find common work to make ends meet until someone has need of his...particular skills full time.