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[Phone call: open to all]

Okay, so, all that zombie stuff is over, right? I see what you guys mean, now. That was terrible! Is everyone alright? Do you need anything? I know I'm new here, but I'd like to help if I can. Anything, you name it!

Oh, I also got a call yesterday from the elementary school, asking if I was actually going to come into work today? I didn't know I had a job. Does this normally happen?

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[Later on, Aurora will be found in the following places:

A) At the elementary school! Welcome the new reading teacher, kids. A perky teen dressed perfectly in her 1950s clothes, looking excited to be there while writing her name on the board: Aurora Belle Jenkins.]


Hi! I'm Ms. Jenkins, but the drones will tell you I'm Mrs. Gell-- um, Mrs. Jellv-- Well, it doesn't matter. Aurora is just fine!

Ah... To be perfectly honest with you all, I don't know the first thing about teaching. Things are pretty different where I come from. And a reading teacher? I'm not sure what to do, really... [She picks up her teacher's guide and flips through it, looking unsure of what to do.]

Well, how about this? Since it's my first day here, we'll take it easy! Tell me about yourself. Let's get to know each other!

[And every single student shall be called on. NONE SHALL ESCAPE.]

[B) After school, Aurora will be out and about the town, glad to not be locked in the house any longer. She'll be at the department store, looking at clothes and trying them on, not bothered by the 50s style at all. She actually seems to like it.

Aurora will also be stopping in at the record store, perusing the selection. She'll occasionally pick up a rock 'n' roll album and look it over, thinking. There's something about it that's strangely familiar, but she can't quite put her finger on it. She doesn't know it, but Aurora was born in 1960, so a lot of things in Mayfield have a comfortable and familiar quality about it. But thanks to her status as a ghost, she can't really remember.]


[phone]

Date: 2011-09-26 02:17 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] notsaul.livejournal.com
Yeah, happens all the time. Basically, like, the day after they stick you in some weird house, they give you some shithole job. Fucking sucks.

Date: 2011-09-26 02:26 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] forever-cheery.livejournal.com
Really? So you don't get to pick which one you want? I don't know anything about being a teacher, but it sounds fun, at least.

Do you have a job here?

Date: 2011-09-26 02:28 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] notsaul.livejournal.com
Yeah. Florist. [Considering that some plants can kill her? Not too happy about it.]

Date: 2011-09-26 02:47 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] forever-cheery.livejournal.com
Oh, that sounds nice! Though I wouldn't know how to take care of flowers, either. Then again, I think I'd have a lot of learning to do for any jobs here.

Date: 2011-09-26 06:39 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] notsaul.livejournal.com
Fuck flowers. Fuck all of them. [SHUT UP SHE HAS A LOT OF FEELINGS HERE]

Date: 2011-09-26 08:46 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] forever-cheery.livejournal.com
...Why? You don't like them, I guess?

Date: 2011-09-26 08:48 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] notsaul.livejournal.com
They're kinda, like... [She pauses. The last time she told a well-meaning idiot that, it had ended up all over town before she could even blink.] Allergies and shit.

Date: 2011-09-27 01:10 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] forever-cheery.livejournal.com
Allergies... [Give her a moment as she thinks.] Oh! Oh, that's a shame. And yet they gave you a job like that. You can't tell the boss there that?
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