It turned out that jobs weren't quite as easy to pick up as one might have thought. Mobius had set his sights on the hospital for his next attempt at joining the work force, but after he'd spoken to no less than five different people it turned out that they didn't simply allow people to shadow jobs like that at the hospital the way he'd hoped.
You'd think he'd been asking to perform surgery on his first day, but it seemed that even the most benign of tasks weren't open for a short stent to allow him the time to decide if they were what he'd like to do with his time here in Dunwich.
So he was on his way out, but a familiar sight caught his attention, a vending machine - and not just any vending machine but one that served hot coffee - no doubt the sort of thing that would appeal to those who were being forced to spend long hours in the waiting rooms. Mobius was patting his pockets and realized he had left Pickman without any coins and he lifted his head glancing around the quiet hall when they landed on a face he'd seen before on the network at least. "I don't suppose you'd be willing to spot me a coffee?" He asked, putting on his winningest grin.