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Who: Stiles and YOU!
What: Looking for Work/schmoozing with the not-so-locals/annoying anyone within hearing range
Where: The Fix-It shop
When: April 23
Warnings: Improper use of duct tape and excessive application of WD-40.

While Stiles was not onboard with sticking around any longer than was strictly necessary, he'd more or less figured out he was going to need a better plan than 'Wait for Scott' to get out of here, and plans more often than not involved the use of things that cost money.

Also, he was a growing boy. He needed to eat. And a refill on his meds. Which probably meant a doctor's appointment and why was life so expensive? He sighed as he arrived at the Fix-It shop and pushed the door open, heading to the counter to lean up on it. And pat the little metal bell, making it ring once.

But he couldn't just touch it once. No. He gazed at it longingly. And then he rang it again. Then two more times. Again. Just... just once more. Maybe twice. Oh, who was going to notice if he did it a third time?

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Adam didn't actually hear the bell the first time, due to being half deaf and out in the garage. When he did hear it, he looked up from what he was doing, sighing to himself. Clearly, there was no one at the counter if the bell kept ringing and before too long it became an irritation. Grabbing a rag to wipe the grease off his hands, he circled around the car he'd been working on and made his way inside to the counter.

He'd half been expecting an emergency of some kind. But no, it didn't look like it was when he got there. Snatching the bell before it could be rung again, he put it under the counter for now, planning on replacing it after he'd dealt with the current...customer.

"Can I help you?" His words were clipped, Southern accent carefully hidden. There were dark circles under his eyes and he didn't look particularly happy, but that wasn't Stiles's fault. Not entirely, at least.

Stiles had been on the verge of ringing it again, his whole body jerking a little when Adam snatched it, but a grin on his face. "Hey! Hi! So, I kinda, uh, need a job, and I know my way around cars pretty well, and other stuff. And it seems like you kinda need some extra help," he gave Adam his most charming grin. He was even smart enough not to mention the bags under Adam's eyes.

For now.

Edited 2021-04-21 23:58 (UTC)

There was another employee in the shop, an older man possibly in his fifties who was working in the electronics area and keeping his head down as he tinkered with - and was technically repairing - a radio. Somebody else would get the customers, right? And eventually that little dinging bell did stop.

He sighs and continues with his work, soldering some tiny pieces together and hoping not to be disturbed...

He wondered what gave Stiles the impression that they needed more help here. He wasn't necessarily wrong but Adam liked to think he had a good handle on the things he was in charge of handling.

"I don't handle hiring people," he said, rummaging around for something below the counter before producing some papers, "But if you fill out an application you'll probably be hired." This place didn't seem to be very competitive about that, and he wasn't sure if he was glad about it or not.

"Are you new here?"

"Heeey," Stiles called, tapping the bell a few more times in rapid succession. "Hey! What's a guy gotta do to get an application around here?" he asked, grinning and attempting to may eye contact with the man.

He finally abandoned the bell, but only to approach Quentin, shifting his focus to the radio. "Don't suppose you got 'em hiding under that little hunk of junk?" he asked cheerfully.

"I just work here. I'm not the boss," Beck says, shifting his shoulders uncomfortably as if he doesn't want to discuss this. "You want to find a job? You must be new here."

Stiles grabbed a pen from the cup near the register as soon as the paper was down in front of him, starting to scribble in his information. "You know, that would scare a lesser man away," he chirped, flashing a little grin and making his current word an absolute disaster.

"New to this place, yes. New to weird stuff? Not so much," he agreed, turning his attention back to the paper. "I really am starting to get sick of it."

"Would it?" He hadn't realized he'd said anything particularly intimidating. Was it the 'probably' part?

"What kind of weird things are you used to?" he asked curiously. He couldn't help himself, and now that the bell was out of the equation his irritation was going back down.

"Yeah, it's hard to imagine the big boss getting relegated to radio duty," Stiles grinned. "Newly kidnapped, freshly confiscated, recently incarcerated, I wish I could say I arrived kicking and screaming, but it was mostly just... you know, confused."

Beck nods. "I know the feeling. I've only been here for a few weeks myself." He's looking down more at his work than directly at Stiles.

It was totally the probably part.

"I live in Californa. And we've got wolves," he paused for dramatic effect. "There aren't supposed to be wolves in California, but we've had way too many animal attacks in the last like three years. It's not even a rural town or anything," he shook his head with a sigh. "Lots of murders, too. Whole family trapped in their house when it was set on fire... what looked like ritual sacrifices. Real horror story bullshit." He started bobbing his head to a tune only he could hear. "Course I only know all that 'cause my dad's the sherrif, but you'd think the local papers would pick up on it sooner or later, right?" he glanced up, squinting at Adam.

"Weeks?" The word came out at an odd pitch, like his voice was cracking, even though he already knew plenty of people had been around for weeks or even months. "C'mon man, I just wanna get home," he wilted against the work table a little, his gaze dropping to the radio, too. "What've you tried so far?"

He sighs heavily, tapping his work screwdriver against the side of the bench.

"I can't get a signal out to... the real world. Or my real world. In a way, maybe it's better to remain here. Once that weirdness was over with the ice, this place hasn't been so bad."

He sounds a little defeated, like somebody trying to escape from something and has accepted that this is a dead end. But that maybe that's for the best.

He'd meant it in a positive way, at least.

Both of Adam's eyebrows went up at the mention of not only wolves but ritual sacrifices. That was a little beyond him. The second part, at least. Though it wasn't like they had wolves in Virginia, either.

"That sounds intense." Awful. He meant awful. "Things like that should definitely get more coverage." Unless someone was trying to keep things quiet. "Nothing like that ever happens where I'm from, in Virginia."