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Suzi Darley has a pad of paper, several pens, and a booth where she can keep an eye on the bar in general. Her knitting and her usual signs offering jewelry for sale are nowhere in sight.

She's here for one reason: initial interviews with the people who requested them. Her notes will be passed along above her head, and those people will sit down and figure out who they want to talk to more from there.

She's got the list of questions that Alanna used in the last hire written down to use (and blank space under them in case anyone on Security has other questions that they want her to start adding), and plans to file each days interviews as soon as they're all finished so that they're to hand for the people doing the actual hires.

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"Yep. Raspberry. We talked a bit." Shy, slightly awkward smile. "You're not an octopus, remember? Or d'you say that to everybody?"

"Pretty much." Suzi admits, "I've said it to, um. A couple of gods, and Death. Have a seat, and we'll go ahead and do this!"

Raspberry plops into a convenient chair. "All right, go for it." Beaming smile, of the nervous-but-what-the-hell rollercoaster variety.

"Alrighty, then. What is your full name, including any and all titles?" Suzi just heads into the questions with the tone of voice of someone who has been doing this alllll day.

"Raspberry." Her metaphorical smile dispenser is coming up sympathetic and slightly commiserating at the moment.

"Okay! What is your trade?" is her next question.

"Well, hopefully I'm gonna be a whore soon, but right now I'm whatcha call unemployed."

Suzi's best friend before she came to Milliways was the oldest son of the local whore. "What weapons can you wield successfully?"

"Nothin'. I can hack a mean loogie, though. Acid."

"...Okay." Suzi says, writing that down, "Are you a magic user? If so, what type of magic?"

"Honestly I dunno. I'm pretty sure nanomek don't count. So either I'm made of magic but can't do much with it, or I've got nothin' to do with the stuff."

"Mmmmmkay. What are the bar rules?" She's just going down her list.

"No fucking, no fighting, no holding grudges." Raz smirks, a little self-deprecatingly. There's an internal debate lasting roughly half a second on whether or not she should mention her issues with rule one, then she adds: "And the first one's got a corollary about not running around nekkid that I didn't know about when I walked in here, but I've followed it ever since I found out."

"Baselines are really weird about that." Suzi agrees, "I don't get it either. Why do you want to join security?"

"...uh... I dunno, actually. 'On a whim' probably ain't the best answer ever. I guess 'cause I figure it's a good idea-- to help people out? So's I can --protect people, without breakin' any rules myself." She isn't very sure of herself, but everything she says is perfectly true.

"Mmmm." Suzi says, noting the uncertainty about reasons why as well as the truth of the actual words said down, "What, if any, are your duties back home?"

"Nothin'. Well, nothin' I gotta do, but I've sorta volunteered to save the world. Does that count?" Quite a bit of self-deprecation and humility there.

"I have no idea, but I'll put it down." Suzi says, suiting actions to words, "Have you had any dealings with Milliways Security?"

"Somebody let me into the cells to visit a buddy of mine, other than that I've pretty much not seen a Security badge from any closer'n across a room."

"Okay! Last one...How would you handle the following scenario: A new patron draws a gun and threatens an enemy from home -- an enemy that has been a bar patron for some time and hasn't caused trouble. The new patron also has magic, and lets everyone know it."

"Tell 'em to put it away. If they don't, put it away for 'em. Dunno what to do about the magic. Call for backup, probably, but if I was pressed, I'd take the bet that a magic-user couldn't hurt me any more'n your average Joe could." She smiles, suddenly cocky. "Goo girls don't break easy."

"Mmmkay. Is there anything else that you think my bosses should know?"

She thinks for a minute, then shrugs. "Nah, don't think so. They can always track me down if they've got any questions, right? I'm pretty easy to find."

"Alright! Thank you for your time!"

"Thanks for the interview, babe. See you around." Raz unplops from her chair, waves cheerily, and wanders off in search of a vodka milkshake.

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