2 ✎ recruiting

[watsonyourmind]

There are two girls in the town square, pressing brightly-colored flyers into the hands of any people who happen to pass by. This is what the flyers say:

CONSULTING DETECTIVES CLUB
Burby branch

Now recruiting! No experience necessary!
Join us for an experience you won't soon forget!
Contact Shirley Holmes or Jane Watson for meeting details.

It's sort of funny how threatening that accidentally sounds. At least the girls seem friendly. Perhaps you should come say hello.

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[nopolicelikeholmes]

[ Shirley had reservations about using flyers. Or advertising in any form. Or... actually, interacting with other people in general. Standing in the square and attempting to get other people to accept pieces of paper was not her ideal way to spend an afternoon. ]

I still think it would have made more sense to get a few cases first.

[watsonyourmind]

[ Jane is nonplussed. ]

Well, as you keep saying: you're booooooooooooooored. [ She dragged out the world, exaggerating Shirley's whining and then snickering to herself a little. ] Now you have something to do until cases happen.

[nopolicelikeholmes]

But now everyone else is just going to be boooooooooooooooooored!

[ If Watson was trying to pull her pigtails with that bit of mockery, she won't find it so easy. Holmes is self-mocking! ]

... Until you inevitably ask them out.

threadjacks like a baws

[o_tea_p]

[Don't mind the little old man coming up behind you, ladies.]

Oh, does somebody have a date?

[The eyebrow waggle would've been lecherous on anyone younger and less jolly, but on Iroh it's just goofy.]

<3

[watsonyourmind]

[ Watson had to hide a smile. ] Completely innocent intentions, I promise. We're just looking for people for our club.

[ Here, have a flyer! ]

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[nopolicelikeholmes]

So she claims.

[ Grinning. Although, Iroh might actually be interested and, to be honest, he strikes Shirley as someone who might actually be good at this kind of thing. So she attempts to retain some semblance of professionalism ]

But I'll protect you, should you decide to join.

<3333!

[o_tea_p]

[Iroh looks down at the flier. Despite his time in Burby, he still hasn't picked up the Roman characters. He has no idea what it says. Though when Shirley mentions protecting him, he's both confused and a little concerned.]

What kind of club is it?

[nopolicelikeholmes]

A consulting detectives club. Just sort of a loose association of people who like solving mysteries.

[ Shirley totally deduced that Iroh couldn't read the fliers in the amount of time that it took him to realize it himself. Kind of intriguing, the fact that he spoke English but apparently did not read it.

(Everyone spoke English, here, in fact. Totally normal English, albeit maybe with the occasional funny accent. Even the dragon spoke English! Why hadn't she thought to question that before?) ]

Experience isn't a requirement to joining.

[o_tea_p]

You like mysteries? This is perfect! I have been looking everywhere for my favorite tea pot...

[element_wizard]

[Alec wanders by and then stops, turns around and walks back.]

Consulting Detectives Club.

[He reads this out loud and slowly. Not like he's making fun of it so much as having trouble reading. The rest of it is read quieter, but still out loud.]

Why a club?

[watsonyourmind]

[ Oh, hey, it's their friendly neighborhood guide. Jane smiles hello. ] Hey, Alec. [ Why a club? She shrugs. ] Student organizations. You can never escape them.

[nopolicelikeholmes]

'Agency' would have made it sound too much like we know what we're doing.

[ Shirley might be trying to appear cool and detached, peering over her fan of flyers with an ironic expression. She's sort of hoping that everyone nearby is fooled into thinking that she's not a huge dork who is sensitive to being made fun of. ]

[element_wizard]

Hi Jane, Shirley.

It's always better to pretend like you know what you're doing, it makes people want to follow you.

[Alec always pretends like he knows what he's doing.]

[nopolicelikeholmes]

[ Shirley forgot to say hi, but she did raise her eyebrows in greeting. 'Yep, you're a person I recognize. I probably even like you. 'Sup.' ]

You would think so, but apparently we're using reverse psychology.

It was Watson's clever idea.

[element_wizard]

[S'up to you too!]

Is it working?

[Weird ass idea to him.]

[watsonyourmind]

It's not reverse psychology! [ She shoots a look at Shirley. ] We're just not professionals, you know. This is an amateur operation. That's why it's more of a club than something official.

[element_wizard]

Ah! Okay.

What do you plan to do?

[pantysniffer]

[Simon stares at the flyer that has been pressed into his hand uncertainly, regarding the two leafleters almost suspiciously.]

Consulting Detectives Club?

[watsonyourmind]

[ Watson tries her most winning smile. ] You don't think there's plenty of work for a few detectives around here?

[nopolicelikeholmes]

[ "No, Watson, he does not," Shirley doesn't say, "because the police force consists of one officer, and she doesn't have anything to do."

Holmes is trying to have a positive attitude, so she just smiles winningly at Simon. Anyone who wasn't a telepath would think she was flirting or something. ]

[pantysniffer]

[See, Simon might think that except for the fact that no one flirts with him. He isn't quite sure what to make of that smile, so he just addresses Watson, his gaze occasionally darting briefly over to Holmes nervously.]

Maybe some work.

[Though he doesn't look convinced.]

[watsonyourmind]

[ Jane steps on Shirley's foot with slow but inexorable pressure. She's not sure what Shirley is doing, but this guy is rather nervous for it to be nothing. ]

It's also fun to sit around and talk about mysteries. We do a lot of that.

[nopolicelikeholmes]

[ Shirley didn't really register what Jane said, because she was too busy registering pain in her foot. It was one of those kinds of pain that just gets worse and makes you want to flail around and shout to make it stop - except that Holmes was less the 'flailing around and screaming' type and more the 'smacking you on the shoulder' type.

Which is exactly what she did, if 'you' are Watson in this scenario. ]

[pantysniffer]

[Simon pretends not to notice that particular interaction. It seems easiest.]

What kind of mysteries?

[watsonyourmind]

[ Jane lifted her foot and didn't acknowledge Shirley's smack. ]

Oh, all kinds. Murders, missing objects... whatever seems interesting.