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[gil-whimple.livejournal.com]

Gil comes into the bar. He is very smartly dressed for him for he has a party to go to but his face is strained and he looks a little pink around the eyes.

Quickly he writes on the blackboard:

Dear Customer's and Patrons of Milliways,

Tonight we have our usual Sunday roasts - pork, beef, chicken and mixed nut - with seasonal vegetables and a choice of rhubarb tart or apple crumple to follow.

I hope you enjoy them.

Then he sighs and goes to the noticeboard and pins up a carefully lettered notice:

Job Opportunities

We have some vacancies available in the kitchen for the following positions:

Washer upper
Sous-chef

Please apply to Gil or leave a note with the Bar if you would like to be considered.

Gil

He pats the note thoughfully, then turns away to go and find Sooty trying desperately to regain his party mood.

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[doc-lecter.livejournal.com]

He considers the note. He does love to cook, but doing so under the direction of a lesser chef would grate. Idly he taps his lower lip, thinking.

In the end, he writes out a careful note in his distinctive copperplate hand.

"I would see you about the sous-chef position, Mister Gil. I am interested.

                                                                           Hannibal Lecter

He places it on the bar. "Would you see to it that Gil receives this, please? Thank you."

[mr-brian-kinney.livejournal.com]

Brian eyed the writing and flexed his jaw. He wasn't about to wash things or cook, but he did wonder who did the promotions for the bar. He thought perhaps Gil was a good place to start moving up the chain to find out.

[sonofwhitecity.livejournal.com]

Boromir writes in a squarish, formal hand, "I would be interested in a position. I cannot cook but can wash dishes. Boromir." He draws a simplified Tree of Gondor after his name.

[notjustananimal.livejournal.com]

Wolf writes in a legible scrawl.

Mr. Gil: I would like either job. If there is a recipe to it, I can cook it. And often even if it doesn't have a recipe; particularly main-course, hearty meals. If you already have enough cooks, I wash things well.

Many thanks,
Wolf

The signature is in the same scrawl, with large, extravagant flourishes. He puts the paper on the bar. "I'd appreciate it a lot if you gave this to Gil, bar," he said, patting it gently.

[her-my-own-knee.livejournal.com]

Hermione glances at the sign, and writes in her neat, tiny print:

I, Hermione Granger, would like to apply for position of washer. I am a witch, and anything I can not already clean with elbow grease I can usually finish with magic. I can repair broken dishes, and I've gotten quite good at removing stains. My two best friends are boys with no table manners whatsoever, you see. I've had to learn.