#ballisticsfae

[blythewonder]

@ballisticsfae replied to your post: [pm] Hello. It's me. Person. You know. Me. Anyway,...

[pm] Yeah, of course you don’t. Wink. Wink. I need information again, Bridget. I’ll pay more than I did last time.

[pm] Uhh...

How do you know my name? Also I’m being honest, I have no clue what you are talking about. What sort of information?

[cassidydanvers]

ballisticsfae replied to your post: So for reference what do souls of the innocent...

Why is it off-brand? Gucci marshmallow fluff please.

No idea, just is, I don’t make the rules.

[ashsearcy-blog]

paying is optional || Margo&Ash

@ballisticsfae

Ash needed a job. Or, rather, they needed to go get their job back. Except to say that they needed to create that same job in a new dimension or whatever the fuck Ashkent was, as their position was in Ashford River and the grocery story they had there. While the differences were significant, nothing was quite so limiting as the fact that they were at a severe disadvantage in this job market compared to being back at home. Given that nepotism landed them the job at the previous place, it would be a lot harder to get the same position here. Especially given they had no hearing aids and their ability to effectively communicate had been brought down to about 60% of what it normally was.

At least here in Ashkent, they could use their alternative self’s transcripts. Given that the other version of themselves had been better in school, that was somewhat helpful. Didn’t necessarily transfer to their real life reality, but they could fake it, right? If all else failed, they could quote some bullshit about equal opportunities and discrimination. If they felt enraged enough, at least. In the end, it mostly just sounded like a lot of work that they didn’t want to do. They were all about moving through life in the path of least resistance, but they also liked making money and it put them at a rather unfortunate impasse of now having to go out and do things that they didn’t care so much for.

They’d gone into the grocery store for lack of knowledge of where else they would be able to apply and put in an application, momentarily considering asking to speak to a manager just so they could make some sort of impression, good or bad. Instead, they settled for a nod and signed ‘thanks’ at the cashier that took the application and didn’t bother to push it further than it needed to go.

Instead, they took to wandering the aisles and grabbing a candy bar to eat once they left. All things considered, the store wasn’t remarkable. Ash assumed that grocery stores were fairly consistent across dimensions, and so far that theory hadn’t been disproved. Again, if they cared more, they might’ve taken time to do some research on all the differences they’d found so far to see what would be new and exciting. Specifically like the jelly aisle, which was confusing when one was used to seeing slime instead. Ashkent Creek was odd.

As they turned back towards the register, they were surprised to see a familiar face. Head tilting, they took to watching the woman for a moment before walking that way. They’d talked, in so much as Ash ever talked to anyone, and they’d come into the store in Ashford a number of times. Assuming, of course, this wasn’t just a double like everyone seemed to have in town. If it was, she were going to be awfully confused by the fact that they were approaching her and tapping her shoulder. Once she turned, their eyebrow arched slightly and the showed a message they’d already typed out on their phone. “Are you going to pay for that?” Rude to ask if you didn’t know the person in front of you, and admittedly Ash had no idea if the woman had anything stolen on her person, but it’d become a rather commonplace occurrence back home. and they were itching for something familiar.