Bizzyboys H.Q.

[carefulinspekshun]

The Bizzyboy's headquarters is, in truth, just Hector's house, but it's more than the apartment he'd run it out of before.

The main room of the home has been pulled apart from what was once a living room to a "base of operations," with a couple desks, a few filing cabinets, and a phone. Cabinets stand tall, filled with cluttered supplies, and most of the desks are presently empty, save for two: a particularly orderly one, and another covered in notes, doodles, and garbage. Dividing screens separate what appear to be the more resided in parts of the home, and they appear, at a glance, to be cluttered with the furniture that was moved out of the "main office."

Upon entering, a door chimes, from where a little bell was jury-rigged just above the edge. It doesn't take long for the leader of the Bizzyboys (or his first in command) to make an appearance from somewhere inside!

(Open to visits, calls, or any other manners of run-in!)

Comments

[staybizzy]

Capochin just stares at her as she describes her impressive, valuable experience as if she alone isn't enough to put the Bizzyboys on the map.

"You're hired."

[acceptandadapt]

Basira pauses. It's her turn to stare back at him. She takes a few seconds to try to decide if it seems like he's joking, or if there's something shady going on here. (It doesn't seem like he's kidding, and he doesn't strike her as the type to be working for a multi-level marketing scheme. The second he asks her to buy something, though, she's out.)

"...Just like that? You don't have any... follow-up questions or anything?"

[staybizzy]

Capochin laughs incredulously. "What follow up questions would I even need ta ask? You are, without a doubt, the most uniquely and thoroughly experienced person I have ever interviewed. Passin' you up would make me a fuckin' idiot."

[acceptandadapt]

Basira lifts her hands in a short, defensive gesture, but sets her hands back into her lap. "I just thought I'd ask. Job interviews where I come from are usually more involved, but I won't complain if you've heard what you need. Don't suppose you'd mind a few of my own questions before I finish signing on, then?"

[staybizzy]

"Fire away, miss, I'm all ears."