The newspaper office where Phoebe Halliwell, famed Agony Aunt columnist works. Got a story you'd like to tell? Pitch it to us and we could cover it for you! Or, if there's something of the budding journalist in you, why not give recruitment a shot?

Someone answer the damn phone.

::Picks up the telephone and speaks in a bored voice.::

"Bay Mirror, how can I help you?"

"Hi, my name is Carys, I'm calling about the job you advertised."

::Sighs.::

"Mr. Dean prefers all prospective employees to come to the office for an interview. I can schedule you in sometime next week if you like? Actually, hold on, there was a cancellation this morning, if you can get down here ASAP then we'll be able to squeeze you in with him."

(That'll teach him to cut short my break because I was late.)

"That'd be great! Thank you, I'll be right there."

::Hangs up and returns to doing sweet F.A.::

"Oh. Yeah. Um... Carys..."

::She looks aimlessly through some papers.::

"Oh! You're the one who called this morning!"

::Yes, the ditz likes to repeat.::

"Well, it's about the right time... just go into his office. It's through there, in the main office, the door opposite this corridor. Knock first and walk in."

::Luke sees the flyer posted outside for the job as a reporter, smiling slightly with interest. He looks around himself to make sure that no one was looking in his general direction. Luke pulls down the sign, rolling it up and tossing it into the garbage can. Sighing in relief that no one saw him, he enters the building and walks to the front desk to speak with a receptionist.::

"Good evening. I've come here because I noticed that you need a reporter to fill in vacancy here at this newspaper."

::The receptionist smiles at Luke.::

(OMG!!!1 He iz sew hotT!!!1)

::She twiddles her blonde hair around her fingers as she pops her pink gum. She leans over the counter slightly, exposing a generous cleavage.::

"Like, ok, just chill for a sec!"

::She picks up the phone and rings through to the boss. After a few words she places the reciever down and looks up at Luke.::

"Ok, like, go in there when you're ready."

::She gestures to the office.::

::Luke arrives at the receptionist's desk, wanting to check here first before barging into the office.::

"Excuse me? Do you know if Mr. Dean is still in the office?"

"Mr. Dean is at home. In bed. Sleeping. Like a good many more of us should be. I can take a message or you can come back tomorrow."

"I'll just come back in the morning. Thanks. Good night."

::Luke walks outside.::

::Luke walks to the receptionist's desk.::

"Mr. Dean in yet?"

::Luke hears Shinji's call and looks around to search for his voice until his gaze returns to the receptionist.::

"Could you tell Mr. Dean that I'll speak with him later? Or to call me at home? Thanks. Bye."

::Luke rushes outside of the building.::

::Trix walks up to the desk.::

(It's quite early... What if they're not open?)

"Are you open?"

"Yup, right this second."

::She smiles at Trix.::

"How can I help?"

::Trix returns the smile.::

"Thanks. I'm after a job. To whom can I speak?"

"That would be Mr. Dean - just go through the the main office and you'll find a door with his name on it."

"Thank you very much."

::Does.::

::Phoebe walks in and smiles at the receptionist.::

"Hey, Nancy. How's it going?"

::Presumably she gets an answer, and makes her way through the office.::

::Tobey walks over to the receptionist's desk and smiles, managing to speak between gasps.::

"Hi, um, could you tell me...where the vending machine is? I really need a drink."

:: The receptionist doesn't even glance up from her magazine when she points in the direction of the vending machine.::

"Thank you."

::He goes to the machine and buys himself a cola. He just chills there for a while befor leaving.::

::Luke nods to the receptionist and takes the stairs to the office.::

::Exiting the stairway, Luke acknowledges the receptionist and continues outside.::

::Luke enters the lobby, flashing a slight smile at the receptionist purely out of politeness and takes the elevator to the office.::

::An extremely nervous Quinn walks up to the receptionist.::

"Er.. ex-excuse me?"

::He hides his hands behind his back so the person at the desk can't see how badly they're shaking.::

"I'm here to inquire about a job, if you please? I-I'm a professional photographer."

::The receptionist looks frazzled. A bustling building like The Bay Mirror is alive with work through all hours. She's typing while she speaks, but looks apologetic for having to do so.::

"Do you have a portfolio?"

::At the mention of a portfolio, Quinn's blood runs cold. He very clearly remembers the vanilla coloured folder in his backpack. The backpack that is back at the apartment.::

"Er... oh um, I, uh... yes!"

::Quinn reaches into his back pocket and fishes out a USB drive. It's the digital back-up of all his pictures. This is handed over to the receptionist.::

(Lucky I never took it out of these pants.)

"Thank you."

::The receptionist plugs the USB drive into her computer and drums her fingers for a few moments.::

"Okay, I'm emailing samples to the editor. Hopefully she's free right now and I'll call to see if she'd like to make an appointment."

::After a couple of minutes, she takes the card and hands it back to Quinn.::

"Could I take some details from you while we wait? Your name and contact number."

::Quinn nods along to everything that the receptionist is saying. He takes a step away from her desk while she is on the phone, and moves forward again when addressed.

"Quinn Merteuil, miss. And there's no contact number as of yet. I, er, just moved in recently."

(Sounds French. Smells like a coward)

"I'm sure we'll be able to find you regardless. These things have a way of happening."

::She buzzes through to the Editor and asks if Quinn can go through::

"You got lucky, kid. Take the door over there."


::Receptionist lady gestures over there::

"Great! Thank you very much."

::Which a grateful smile at the receptionist, the frazzled photographer makes his way towards the door she points out. Sweating more than ever - Quinn steps into the editor's office.::

"Hi again."

::A much more cheerful Quinn once again greets the busy receptionist. In fact, he's all smiles.::

"Well, someone's all smiles."

::She puts a form on the desk in front of him with a pen.::

"Miss Spencer just buzzed me saying you were gonna leave your details. In light of which, welcome aboard."

::She smiles at Quinn and picks up the phone, getting an apologetic look as she starts connecting up a conference call between AP knows how many people.::

::Quinn's hardly offended by the secretary's actions. God knows, her job is to answer ten million phone calls a day. So he happily takes the form off her hands and starts filling it out.

After a few minutes of scratching away, the Bay Mirror's newest employee stands up and hands back a completed form. Since the receptionist is still on the phone, he simply leaves the clipboard in front of her and waves goodbye, walking out to the outside of the building.

::Clutching a bag to her chest, a familiar Frenchwoman pushes through the doors and smiles nervously at the receptionist as she approaches the desk. Putting her bag down, Nico rummages around in it for her purse before straightening up and nodding at the receptionist.::

"Salut, I am here to see Miss Spencer. She is expecting me."

::The receptionist checks Jess' midday appointments. She can tell from the name that Nico's supposed to be here.::

"You'll find Miss Spencer's office that way, Ms Dupont."

"Thank you."

::Smiling properly now, Nico picks up her bag and walks through to Jess' office.::