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!)

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CURRENT CASES

[carefulinspekshun]

Upon a cork board hanging on the wall, there are scraps of paper hanging, detailing the Bizzyboys' currently ongoing projects and their assignments as follows:

(None yet, but soon!)

Intie-views

[staybizzy]

So you want to be a Bizzyboy, do ya?

Well drop on by! Capochin is always in the office when he's not in the field. Though it's easier if you call ahead to make sure he's got time. He is, after all, very Bizzy.

At your appointed time, he waves you back to the desk he's set up. He's short, and his blue-green face is only just fully visible from behind the normal-human-sized wooden desk. His tail curls above him like a periscope. "Sit, sit. You want a coffee or anythin' before we get started?" His thick and cartoonish Brooklyn accent makes it even harder to take him seriously. He sounds gruff and nasally, like an animated mafioso. His silly little paws grip the side of the desk. He looks like a stuffed animal, with the energy of a disgruntled Italian uncle.

This is going to be a very interesting job.

Just Visiting (?)

[theydrewfirstblood]

...the actual...fuck?...

John sees the posted flier, the addendum with its little sketch--and he's pretty sure he's even seen one of these little guys scuttling around town. He wasn't sure, but...this clinches it.

He can't think about it too hard or he'll start snickering--not out of disdain. Yeah, it's ridiculous, but the fact is that John appreciates ridiculous. He's fond of the absurd. He respects anything this over the top and this plain old earnest.

These fellas ain't kidding, and he just--he has to see it for himself.

He doesn't flinch at the bell, lots of shops in town have them. Looking around with keen interest, John's a little bit impressed with the setup. The whole billboard posting is kinda nuts, but someone here has a fairly level head. Maybe it's just eccentricity?...

"Hello?" he calls out, moving further into the apartment. "Anyone home?..."

[elvaquerito]

Godpoke is trotting merrily through town, enjoying the sights, when they pass the community billboard.

They halt, and backtrack. That all sure looks familiar, don't it?

Curious, they follow the instructions to the address on the paper, and they head inside. It's a cute set-up! They see Capochin's office currently unoccupied, but Hector's...

Well, they do what they do best when it comes to gods, both extant and former: they barge right in and stand in the doorway silently.

"job interview" | time is soup, generally post-Merrymeet

[shaboingboingtime]

Since Alexei is staying in this place, and Capo's here, and so are some of the guys, and they're bringing back the Bizzyboys...

This will be fun. Alexei is already looking forward to it. Cap's still so upset about everything (and he keeps muttering that nickname to himself, Lex, he kinda likes it and how fuzzy it makes him feel) so making a point of coming in for a job intyview seems like a nice way to make sure he knows Alexei isn't upset, and that they can start over and still be like they used to be!

He even moseyed on over to J's place for a stack of shaboingboings. A real nice lady at the inn lets him use the kitchen, so when he gets to the house he's got a basket filled with fresh grilled hot dogs dripping with onions, sweet relish, and even a jar of mustard a real big fella in the kitchen slips him when he finds out Alexei knows J.

Knocking would be proper for a real life job interview, but old habits die hard: Alexei tries the door, lets himself in, and without thinking starts nosing around the house for signs of Capochin.

Meet your new apprentice!

[heartofadreemurr]

It's around lunch time on a Monday afternoon when a kid dressed in newcomer's clothes just sort of wanders placidly into Hector's office.

"Yo," they say helpfully.