bakerstreet | I think I want a job cleaning mirrors. It’s really something I could see myself doing.

Required:
- Strong communicative skill
- Experience in relevant organizational tasks
- Good at time management

Please attach:
- CV
- Statements from former employers
- A presentation on how to effectively arrange a galla dinner in less than three days, details up to your discretion, points for creativity

The gala dinner would be easy to set up at a historic hotel, and work with them to include them as a sponsor in exchange for a discount on venue costs.

[Meredith has been an executive assistant for a tech CEO for years, but she's eager for something new.]

Historic venues do have a certain broad appeal. If I told you, I would prefer to see some socially conscious efforts being taken, how would you accomplish that?

[ She looks up from her papers momentarily to take in the woman in front of her. ]

At the risk of asking a loaded question, is the point of that the efforts themselves, or that you be seen doing them? The way I'd go about it would be different depending on the answer, but both are doable.

[Meredith is dressed neatly, hair in a tidy bun, one hand on a cane for support. She's hoping that Marie-Claude mostly ignores that part. Yes, she's got chronic health bullshit. No, that won't stop her from being a force of nature as an assistant.]

[ Zworp! One trip through a teleport to the moon, and J'onn is there to greet the new potential candidate. The huge dome has a fantastic view of Earth, and he'd be lying if he said it wasn't chosen to give a sense of awe. ]

Greetings. I hope you did not find the trip too taxing.

Well, golly!

[It's not her time. She's not even entirely sure what that...vortex had been that brought her here. It's a frankly marvelous future in which people have calculators in their pockets that can call Asia and look up encyclopedias - not that they actually seem to use them much for that, but that's a puzzle for another day and her mind is wandering...]

[But oh, she can't help it, immediately looking at the control panel for the transporter.]

Oh, my, wonders upon wonders. I get that it breaks us down into constituent molecules - that's the only way it could work - but how does it get them to reintegrate properly?

[And it's only then that the Spider Queen realizes she's on the moon - and this time the voice comes with outright awe.]

Oh, golly.

[ J’onn watches her marvel at the sights and science, his expression stoic and cape hanging around him like a curtain. He turns to share the view, stepping beside the Spider Queen. ]

Yes, I often have a similar reaction.

[ His even tone of voice makes it hard to believe he ever gets so excited as ‘golly’, but he likes to play his calm part. ]

When the interview is over, I am sure I can find a space suit if you wish to walk upon the surface.

[ He’s enjoying her response. Why not give a little more joy into life? Besides, it's a good test in itself. ]

[She laughs, shaking her head in quiet surprise.]

The future sure has its share of marvels.

[She looks to him, though, with a nod.]

But since that sounds like a rollicking adventure - we'd better get the interview part over and done with, shouldn't we, Mr...?

[What does a space man built like a brickhouse like to be called, after all?]

[ As big of a little green man as he is, he's the very picture of gentle when he extends a hand to shake. His skin is chilled and the skin is slightly dimpled. ]

J'onzz. J'onn J'onzz, known to the people of Earth as Martian Manhunter. [ But, his heart is warmer than his hand and he adds- ] But, please, call me J'onn.

[ Yes, the man from Mars goes by John. ]

We have several interviews today, each being conducted by a different member of the league. I asked for you.

[ He allows her to speculate on why, as he walks her to seating and a low table. No one else is in the base right now, so the viewing dome is as good a place as any. It’s often used for receptions, but a meeting of two is fine. ]

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[Huh. Well, that one definitely consumes her thought processes as she takes her seat, running her fingers over the table, idly wondering if it's some special space metal.]

[They surely have that, right?]

Well, Mr....J'onn. Let's hope I don't disappoint.

[ Despite his bruiser body, J'onn moves with dignified precision, sweeping his cape aside as he takes a seat across from her. The metal isn't from space, but J'onn had some say in the decorating, so it certainly looks chic. Shiny, futuristic, even to most modern people. ]

I trust you will not. I was most surprised to see your name on the list of applicants.

[ J'onn isn't undertaking a full mind scan yet, but he is keeping receptive. Detecting feelings and vague impressions of thought. ]

Curiosity is a great weakness of mine, Spider Queen. Are you in any way related to the original? Your grandmother, perhaps? Or is it a simple homage?

[ A time warp is not ludicrous to him, but not where his logically mind would go as a first explanation. ]

[And she watches that because, well, what red-blooded fan of male anatomy wouldn't? He should move like a tank, but he's so much more subtle than that. Who knew the aliens would move like Fred Astaire and look like Charles Atlas?]

Well, I'm here and if I'm here I'm gonna help - it's not like I can get back. Because, well, I am the original. As far as I know. This time-and-space stuff is a bit new to me. But I grabbed a creep, fell through some sort of portal and...well, here we are.

[Some costumed palooka using what she now knew were gaps through time to pull off heists that couldn't be pursued. Pretty smart, though he'd ended up with a face full of her boot anyway.]

[ Not the first time his physical presence has been compared to such titans. Douglas Fairbanks and Bogart have been mentioned.

He quirks one of his considerable brows as she explains, a hand going to his chin immediately. Adding a bit of Rodin's Thinker. His wide, red eyes are always hard to read, being as broad and blank as railroad crossing lights. But he regards her with as much sympathy as fascination. ]

Intriguing... it appears we are both strangers in a strange land. That will certainly present some unique challenges.

[ He has a million questions, but his gentle heart pushes one to the forefront. ]

Have you found a home here?

[ He has and hasn't, in the long time he's been on Earth. Lots of them, but the only one where his heart is remains not a place but the league. ]

Well, it makes a lot of what I knew out of date - the science I'm going to catch up on will be astounding.

[But the other question...]

Well, not as such. I guess you can say it was 'deal with criminal' first.

[ J'onn nods at her answer, sympathy in his eyes despite the otherwise inexpressive face. ]

If you require assistance in finding lodging, or creating a civllian identity in this age, I will be honoured to be of service.

[ He put it on the table, but doesn't dwell on it, though it's no hollow offer. She hasn't come for charity- she's come to help. ]

Perhaps we should discuss how these difficulties will impact you. Have you encountered any modern threats, so far?

I'm going to level with you, Mister - I'll need the help. I haven't had time to face any modern threats - I took down the palooka who was zipping into my time for thefts, and the cops directed me right to you.

And your League.

[She gestures around.]

And apparently this.

I see.

[ J'onn comprehends the situation is less an interview, and more a request for help after all. His hands clasp together, as he thinks. It takes some practice to truly read his expressions, but there are countless thoughts flying around behind those glowing red eyes.

Eventually, he speaks again. ]

The help is yours. We'll put a pin in membership for now. First things first, and as is often the case, I think some dinner is in order.

[She leans back, with a nod.]

I will admit my stomach has been growling. So they still eat in the future, then? It's not like dehydrated pills or nonsense?

[The last at least said with humour.]

Thank goodness, no. The food is the main reason I stay on Earth. [ That, at long last, cracks his expression with a small smile. ] The commissary is well stocked. I arrived on this planet in the 1950s, and have watched the culinary development with great interest, but I am sure I can create something of the age if you prefer.

[She whistles.]

Eight years after when I'm from.

[A thought occurs to her. An important one.]

Do we beat the bastards? The fascists, I mean. And the Japanese.

[And, because her stomach is growling.]

Something modern, I think. Gotta get used to the modern world sometime.

If you mean did the Allies win World War II, yes. Then quicky threatened a third between them.

[ He stands with a sweeping of his cape, gesturing for her to walk beside him. It’s only a small walk to the commissary, not nearly enough to fit a world history. ]

Fascism, sadly, never truly vanished. It rears its head in many forms, and we endeavour to face it whenever it does.

[And she'll fall in next to him, doing much the same with her own cape.]

Kinda figured that. Evil doesn't change much. And also kinda figured we wouldn't be buddies with the Soviets for long.

Indeed. That was the era in which I arrived on Earth. The so-called Cold War, when suspicion and fear of the other was everywhere. None of the heroes of the past generation, such as yourself, were active.

[ It was a dreadfully lonely time to be an alien on Earth. No one saw the public form she now walks beside for many years (many more, as the sliding timescale keeps him appearing in the 50s!) until Superman appeared.

His steps are calculated, not to outpace her despite his advantage in leg length. ]

There will be much to learn. But much to tell us too. Your shortcut to our time will have brought some valuable cargo, I suspect.

[ The electronic sliding Star Trek doors 'ssshussh' open as they step into the commissary. Just as modern and silver, arranged with multiple smaller tables on the edge of the broad room and a few larger ones. He gestures to a table near a serving window, while he simply walks through the wall to get into the kitchen. They can talk while he prepares. ]

I think some Japanese cuisine will be a good early lesson.

[A very kind move on his part. And goodness how she pays attention to that door, shaking her head as they enter and she finds herself a seat, resting her chin on her hands.]

Japanese, huh? Y'know, if you said that where I was last week, people'd have given you some looks, that's for sure.

Precisely.

[ His cape folds around him as if possessed of a will of its own, morphing across his surface to form a chef's uniform. Complete with toque. Sadly, no window to show off his abs, but at least it's form fitting. ]

The world is, in a way, smaller now than it was then. But sentient beings share more similarities than differences, especially those of the same planet. Experience is the best teacher.

[ He punctuates this with the rapid thunk of slicing vegetables. A small smile slipping onto place before he adds- ]

And, honestly, I just like udon.

[Yes, well, she's still staring because that's new.]

Oh, ok. What's, uh...?

[It's not exactly a common dish where and when she's from.]

[In bold text, the words read:] This is a bit of an odd request, but I'm looking for someone who has handled birds before. Specifically, someone who knows how to clean the wings! That part is very important. I don't have much money on me but I can pay you with what I have. I can also pay you with hearty, good home-cooked meals? Deserts included. Help a girl out! I'll give you more information if anyone contacts me..

It won't be all the time. Just when I need you, I suppose. [Whoever genuinely responds to this might think she was asking for help with an animal of some sort, but nope. This was for her. The wings in question were hers.]

I've been told I'm a bit of a Disney princess.

-Will record when asked to and not before
-Can do sound mixing and editing videos
-Not a huge buzzkill
-Not Swedish
-Willing to work for Costco hot dogs
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I think I want a job cleaning mirrors. It’s really something I could see myself doing.

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