#RustboroBerryStore026

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* Caneron enters the store, wearing a rented suit and holding a suitcase which the paperwork he looked up online (with Nestor's help). Now, to talk to the person he scheduled an appointment with...
<operator> A pale-skinned man in a polo shirt, spiked hair, and an NFC earpiece stands by the door with a clipboard. As you approach, you realize he is much younger than you. He looks at you with subtle smugness. "Hello, welcome to the Berry Store! How can I help you?"
<Caneron> "I have an appointment with the... sales and marketing guy." Caneron totally forgot the guy's name, so... ah well. Let's just wing it.
<operator> The man looks down at his clipboard, scanning it for names. "And you are...?"
<Caneron> "Caneron. Caneron Grace." Caneron tries to peek on the clipboard, pointing out his name if he sees it.
<operator> "Right then. Please follow me." The man hops onto a nearby segway and scoots on over to the elevator."
* Caneron follows, while Kuji actually wonders if Apple Sore employees even use Segways in their store.
<operator> The elevator is a little cramped because of the segway, but the man doesn't seem to notice or care.
* Caneron just... tries his hardest not to complain.
<operator> The elevator doors open on floor 5. The man scoots forward to a set of wooden double doors. "Mr. Castellanetta will meet you now."
<Caneron> "Right. Thanks." Caneron knocks on the door twice before opening it...
<operator> The office is more like a small gym than an office. There is a treadmill, a bicycle, and a stairmaster sitting in the office, aimed at a big-screen TV, displaying a news program which seems to be centered on stock trading. In the corner of the television is a smaller screen, which is displaying hardcore pornography...
* Caneron glances at the smaller screen before staring at the big screen for a moment, taking notes for a little bit before looking around for the owner of the office.
<operator> Running on the treadmill is a man in comfortable excersize clothes. His skin is of indeterminate origin. He looks to be a bit older, but in great shape for someone his age. He is also wearing an NFC earpiece.
<operator> He notices you.
<operator> He looks down at his watch.
<operator> "Howdy! You're the interview, right?"
<operator> He continues to run on the treadmill.
<Caneron> "Yeah. I'm here for the interview." Well, if he's going all casual with his talk...
<operator> "You are exactly 317 seconds early. Just what I like to see! Keeping us on our toes!"
<operator> His tone is friendly but aggressive. He takes a drink of a Red Tauros energy drink before jumping off the treadmill.
<Caneron> "Right. Anyways." Caneron opens his briefcase and pulls out the paperwork. "I found this online, and filled it out. That's what you needed, correct?"
<operator> Castellanetta takes the application from you. "I'll be right back. I'll take a look at this in the mean time.
<operator> "
<operator> Castellanetta disappears into the next room, carrying an energy drink and your application.
<operator> A moment later, you hear what sounds like a shower running.
<Caneron> "Right." Caneron takes a seat next to the desk, and watches some more of the stock program... wait what is going on there.
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<operator> From the other room, over the sound of the running water, he asks you questions.
<operator> "So, what part of Sinnoh you hail from?"
<Caneron> "Uh..." Caneron frowns, trying to remember. "I think I was Hoenn-born, from Sinnoh migrants who settled on a part of Hoenn..." He can't remember it that well...
<operator> "Got any family in Jubilife?" The man steamrolls over your stammering, probably not even noticing.
<Caneron> "No, I don't."
<Caneron> Quick, to the point. Remember you- who, how the hell did she deept- no, back to stocks!
<operator> "No? Shame. Fantastic city." The shower is shut off. Exactly 300 seconds after he left, Castellanetta returns from the other room. Now he is very clean, and wearing a black suit with a dark purple tie. The same NFC earpiece is worn. He is also carrying the energy drink and application. Both are dry.
<operator> He finishes the drink, opens the window, and hucks the can outside.
<operator> He walks over to a minifridge near his desk. You notice it is packed with Red Tauros energy drinks. He grabs two, and hands you one before taking a seat behind the desk.
<Caneron> "Thank you." Caneron opens it and sips it, not really liking the taste but taking sips to be polite.
<operator> Castellanetta grabs the remote and turns the volume down on the television. Not off, just down.
<operator> "Now then. Tell me about yourself, Caneron Grace. Why do you think you're BerryCorp material?"
<Caneron> Without a beat, Caneron answers. "I have the right skills to boot, including perseverance, integrity, and value, key cornerstones of your company."
<operator> He is quiet for a moment. "You ever sell anything?"
<Caneron> "Yes, I have. I have sold berries and other organic items, moving them through cities and harsh climates."
<operator> "Hitmonlee and Hitmonchan get into a fight. Who wins?"
<Caneron> "I actually prefer Hitmontop, but if I was forced to choose between those two, I'd say Hitmonchan."
<operator> "Why?"
<Caneron> "Hitmontop because they tend to be nimble enough to dodge blows, Hitmonchan because their blows are fast and furious, as opposed to Hitmonlee's charge up."
<operator> The man nods, considering your input.
<operator> He opens a new drink and takes a swig.
<operator> "Do any illegal drugs?"
<Caneron> "No."
<operator> "Do any legal drugs?"
<Caneron> "Does it matter?"
<operator> "What are your allergies?"
* Caneron sips his energy drink again, giving off another shrug. "That doesn't matter either."
<operator> "What if you were allergic to wool? What if you had to administer a TM to a Mareep but had an allergic reaction? What if we had to give you a shot with an epipen but it conflicted with legal perscription drugs you were taking? Then we'd all be up to our tits in lawsuits, Grace. And my tits are allergic to lawsuits. My tits need full range of motion to operate at maximum capability."
<Caneron> "First, the TMs are adminstered digitally through Lifeline, so there's no chance of me touching any wool. Second, asking me those kinds of questions is against the Equal Opportunity acts passed by the LN. I am 100% responsible for the actions I take while on the job. That's what the paperwork says, does it not?"
<operator> Castellanetta takes another drink.
<operator> "The law only protects legally documented workers. You, Caneron Grace, are not."
<operator> "I looked you up while I was in the shower."
<Caneron> "...right."
<Caneron> "My SMDN ID should have passed for legal documentation. I assume it has not?"