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WHO: George Lass and Death
WHAT: Waffles! And probably some work stuff thrown in for good measure.
WHEN: {Backdated} Not long after this.
WHERE: Small, 'greasy spoon' type of diner somewhere in the shopping district.
RATING: TBD
STATUS: In Progress

It really said something for your life, or rather afterlife, George decided as she stared up at the restaurant where she was set to meet her new boss, when you had a chat over a message board with someone claiming to be Death itself and believed them after just a few exchanges. Had this happened when she was still alive she would have laughed, called the person crazy, and gone back to her life of obscurity and underachieving.

Or, at least, she would have called them crazy and gone back to her unimportant life. The laughing... that probably would have required a bit too much effort on her part.

The point was, since dying, George had learned several valuable lessons. The first one was to always have a spare bit of cash stashed somewhere that no one else knew about. Having to work just to put food on her table and clothes on her back, while still having time to be a Reaper, really sucked.

The second was to do her job as a Reaper and not question the why of it all. She'd tried that, before, and had learned the hard way that there was just no point. She was a Reaper. Therefore, she was expected to Reap. End of story.

The third lesson - which was the important one here - was to not piss off those above her on the proverbial afterlife ladder. Rube, middle management, the boys upstairs, anyone and everyone (except for Mason and Daisy, really) were all above her in some form or fashion (well, Roxie just scared her but that wasn't the point) and unless she wanted to find herself in a whole heap of trouble or stuck Reaping something particularly nasty, she'd do well just to mind her business and let the chips fall where they may.

Unfortunately, George wasn't very good at that. She was learning, and she did know when to back down - even if she didn't always do it - but she certainly wasn't the sort to just sit down, shut up, and let people push her around. However she also wasn't the type to continue to call someone a liar when they claimed to be someone that they might very well be. Even if she had sorta kinda done that to start with, with Death.

Then again, she'd also been invited for waffles after the fact, so she figured she'd lucked out on that one. Yes, she was going to have to cut into the measly $100 she'd been given when she'd arrived, but waffles were worth it. And when the boss - the one who was in charge of, well, pretty much her entire occupation, asked for a meeting, not even George had enough gall to tell her no.

Pulling open the front door to the establishment where they were set to meet, George winced a bit as she stepped inside. Some man was sitting in a corner booth, snoring rather loudly into a plate of eggs, and there was some sort of... noise that she thought might pass for music blaring from a speaker overhead. No one even so much as glanced up when she entered. However, the food smelled good and a quick glance at the menu told her that the prices were cheap enough.

And really, who was she to judge? With a mental shrug, she made her way to the table to wait for her new boss to arrive. It wasn't Der Waffle Haus, but George supposed it would have to do.