- Job Info:
Job Title: Cosplay Café
Category: Social Event
Job Location: Crocus
Solo Word Count: 500
Group Word Count: 1,000
Additional Requirements: N/A
Job Description: “Ah, please, help. I have recently opened a lovely little café here in the Capital of Fiore, the lovely Crocus. It has fine food, fine drink, and has a prime location to draw in plenty of customers! But alas… all of my staff have taken ill, or gone off on holiday! I beg of anyone, please come help my café! If I lose even one day of business, I may not be able to pay the bank who owns the building at the end of the month! My café would be ruined and would have to close! Uniforms will be provided of course and you will be well paid for your troubles. Travel expenses included!”
The job is simple. Work for a day in any position within the Cosplay Café in, as the name implies, a costume! The more popular and flashy the costume the better, and acting the part of whatever you're dressed up as thrills the customers. Make sure you still treat them well, though. The customer is always right, even when they're wrong!
Three teenagers who have reached that “hit on everything” stage in life. Expect plenty of very cheesy pick-up lines.
Enemy Rank: Weak
Four school-children about five to ten years old with no parental supervision. They may change their minds several times before finally getting around to ordering, and watch out - they may try to slip away without paying afterward.
Enemy Rank: Normal
Two cosplay fans who will want to take pictures of anything, everything, and everyone in a variety of poses. Depending on your costume, you may be asked to do certain things or hold certain poses...relentlessly, despite you trying to serve your other customers.
Enemy Rank: Strong
The Ultimate Pervert
He cares not for your personal space, believing that you chose to work here and dress as such because you want the attention he gives you. This customer will take any opportunity to “accidentally” brush against you, graze your backside, or touch you in any way that could be construed as just short of harassment. They will ogle, they will make innuendos, they will drop stuff solely to watch you bend over and pick it up, they may even try to “date” you for the course of their meal, or command you like a master does their servants, taking the roleplaying to the test of your patience. However, these usually tend to be the big tippers, so do try to restrain yourselves from lashing out at them.
Enemy Rank: Boss
Reward: 5,000 jewel and the cosplay you chose to do this job.
The types of jobs for low level mages really were the most menial chores, weren’t they? Not that he enjoyed fighting, but those jobs were at least more interesting than these simple types of jobs he often found himself completing. Today’s job was no different in terms of difficulty than any other he’d taken recently, but it was perhaps the most annoying of all of them. Working a shift in a cosplay cafe, seriously? He wasn’t looking forward to all the perverts he was going to have to serve, that was for sure. The money wasn’t bad, at least, and he’d probably make some tips. The job wasn’t an entire loss to him.
He’d opted for a very simple cosplay, and a classic one at that. His own usual clothing was worn, to keep as little skin exposed as possible. In addition to the normal clothes, however, he wore a fuzzy pair of cat ears with a clip-on tail. Simple, cute, and effective. The trolling potential was immense as well, since he looked feminine enough to trick people into thinking he was a girl. Then, he’d be able to drop his voice to scare the shit out of them when they tried to flirt. Yeah, that would be how he’d scare off the perverts. He might earn less tips, but the expressions would be well worth the loss.
That said, he really had to get started. There was already a table waiting, a group of teenagers. One of them looked distinctly uncomfortable, but the other two boys were already leering. Fantastic. Cheesy pickup lines incoming. There was a second group just walking in, a little group of kids that couldn’t be more than 9 years old at oldest. Sighing, Caelestis walked up to the table of teenagers. He kept his voice bright as he asked for their orders, despite the flirting and the obvious uncomfortable expression on the one. He ignored their blatant attempts at flirting, each one more desperate and cheesy than the last. They weren’t bad enough to warrant trolling, so once they had their food he moved on to the children.
The children were more annoying, but at least they didn’t flirt. Two of them knew what they wanted, but the other two... they took forever. Each one took more than 20 minutes to decide, to his increasing annoyance. It was only when the apparent ringleader of the children also got annoyed that they both placed their orders. By the time the children had their orders the teens had paid and left, one of the two leaving a hefty tip. Gross.
The rest of it was a blur, the lunchtime rush hitting the small cafe with the force of a hurricane. He couldn’t even begin to remember everything that had happened, but there were dim recollections of some cosplay fanatics, a complete and utter pervert, and children trying to slip off without paying. There were other, more normal customers scattered in between. Honestly, jobs like these were exhausting and he didn’t know how servers did it every day.