Who: Commander Jane Shepard and Emma Swan What: Jane goes to see about a job Where: The Sheriff's office When: Backdated to beforeDarcy's Party Rating: PG Notes:
You'd think, after three years of fighting in a war, Jane wouldn't have felt any kind of anxiety about applying for a job. Sure, it was in a parallel world, where she knew very few people, where she had no idea what was happening to her ship or crew, but she also wasn't being shot at or disbelieved either. Jane also knew she wasn't the only one. Her PDA showed more people than she could even begin to keep track of and it seemed even the town was struggling to keep up. Jane understood that, she understood what it was like to be lost and displaced and overworked all at the same time. She'd been there before. It was why she was walking down to the Sheriff's office to meet with Emma. This placed needed help, and Jane needed something to do.
That, however, did not mean that the process felt easy. Strange, other-worldly, place aside, Jane Shepard found herself feeling remarkably anxious. How long had it been since she'd really applied for a job, or dealt with an occupation where her primary focus wasn't about using violence, but rather trying to prevent it instead? It felt strange but Jane figured, with her background and abilities as both an upholder of laws and an investigator of sorts, she'd probably do pretty well at it. Besides, it would make a nice break, give her something to do -- because Jane knew she'd probably climb the damn walls without something to do -- and make her a little money besides.
Jane knew she'd need money. With no idea how she'd gotten here still, no real scientific facts on the matter, no ship, no crew, and no plausible means of return, Jane was stuck. Jane did not like being stuck, but she also had to accept it. There was nothing she could do about being here, which meant, quite simply, that she had to do her best to make the most of it. Get a job, help the town, and carry on. If she woke up tomorrow? Fine, she'd save Earth and be the big hero everyone wanted. If she didn't? Well, she'd probably want another drink and that was going to get hard without an income.
Still dressed in her Alliance blues (she'd hung them the night before and slept in her simpler clothes), Jane took a deep breath before she pushed in through the door of the station. She had to calm herself down, set everything aside, and focus. Luckily, for her, she was good at that; another asset of Military training.
"Hello?" She called out questioningly, not seeing one initially. "This is Com.." Crap. Jane cursed herself. Conditioning was a tough thing to break. "Commander Jane Shepard." She figured it was a suitable sound for her entrance anyway and, rather quickly, adopted a respectable stance of attention while she awaited a reply.