Private Finished The trick to forgetting the big picture is to look at everything close-up

It was an open interview day.

The Cross Fox, Yoka was pleased to say, had a good employee retention rate. But it was a demanding job, and not one that people were often proud to say they worked in, so it was not uncommon for her employees to leave once they found something that they were not ashamed to put on their resume. Yoka tended to keep open interviews for that reason.

Despite the risque nature of the club, Yoka conducted interviews professionally dressed. After all, this was a business. She wore a button-up blouse and had her long hair pinned up into a bun, though a few strands had escaped and framed her face. She wore a set of glasses, a comfortable pencil skirt, and a pair of comfortable orange heels that matched her blouse. She looked like she should be in an office instead of a strip club, but here she was, sitting at a booth and working on expense reports.

She never knew who would come in or for what kind of job they were looking for. Yoka hired more than just dancers; illusionists, healers, arcane spell casters, and bouncers were a few easy to name, though there were bartenders, cooks, and more.

It was rare for Yoka to turn someone away. She could always find use for a particular talent, and since she'd been hanging flyers around again, she was optimistic she might just find someone she was looking for.

Yoka was lucky that way.

"Come in, to the back," Yoka said, when she heard the door chime open.


@Nameless

ooc:
So sorry for the delay it took me in getting this up! Let me know if you need a different entrance.

Yoka looked up when she heard her name.

She took in the young man's appearance quickly. He looked young, but on the island, that meant nothing. Yoka herself appeared to be at most, thirty, and she'd lived over five centuries now. She smiled at him and waved to the seat in the booth across from her.

"Mr. Hel'Saire," Yoka said, and then she said, "Am I pronouncing that correctly?"

She was pleased by his eye contact. It was something Yoka had come to value over her lifespan, because it gave her a good impression of the person she was talking to and his or her attention span. Devias seemed interesting to her already, particularly with his interest in her open medical positions.

"Yes," Yoka explained. "While The Cross Fox is generally a safe environemtn, i like to make sure it stays that way for my employees, and nothing is more volatile than magic and stage shows."

She flashed him a warm smile.

"Generally, our injuries tend to be mundane: sprained wrists, broken ankles, a nasty concussion from a fall off one of the poles," Yoka explained. "Though there are times when, regretfully, the injures are more substantiated. Many of our employees have powers of their own and I cannot always predict when they might flare up."

Fucking Murphy, she thought, though the thought was with pleasure.

"So if you're up for a challenge, I'm pleased to offer competitive pay and benefits," Yoka explained. "May I ask how you learned of our open positions?"

She had one more question for him, which was also asked with a smile, "And can I get you anything to drink?"

Yoka nodded and picked herself up from the booth. She made the quick walk behind the bar and grabbed a glass of spring water with ice for the man, bringing with it a slice of lemon. Yoka herself brought back a cherry soda and returned to the booth, sliding in across from him and placing his drink and the lemon slice across from him.

Yoka nodded.

"Yes, I advertise on both fronts," she explained. "Which leads me to ask...are you a student?"

She took a sip of her soda and then realized she should continue so as not to dissuade him.

"While it is true that I generally employee adults over the age of 18 to comply with the islands laws, I do take students sixteen and up, particularly for the medical positions, because there is no need for you to be on the floor during business hours," Yoka motioned to the empty club they were sitting in.

"I must ask: I'm curious what makes you believe you're suited for the position?" she asked, tilting her head and giving him another smile. She sipped her soda again.

Yoka nodded.

Student would be no issue then, she could work around that. And, if he wanted to be on the floor when he turned 18? Well, they could work something out then.

"Then the previous description would apply to you," Yoka explained. She gave a quick laugh. "I always have to ask. I once had to tell my bouncers not to turn away the young man who looked 15 because he was really 15,000, but to turn away the grizzled man with the beard because he was only 16, but being a werebear made him look so much older. On this island, I never know what to expect."

Yoka said that with a sigh, but it was clear that she loved it.

His straight forward description intrigued her.

"Do your powers work on a variety of creatures or only humans or those in a human form?" Yoka asked. She'd ask for more specifics in a moment. He'd already captured her attention.

Can be there immediately? Oh, Yoka's heart soared.

Yoka nodded. That was better than she could hope for, so she jotted something down in her notebook. She seemed pleased, and Yoka made no effort to hide the pleasure from her face.

"So how is it that you can arrive instantly?" Yoka asked. "The building does have spellwork that may need to be adjusted. We have it in place to ensure that no one shows up without paying the cover fee."

She took another sip of her drink and then set it back down on the table. Yoka uncrossed her legs and leaned forward, intrigued by his upcoming answer.