SnowChaser: Well, I figured he had one for special occasions and the like. But I doubt he ever actually WORE it...
Gryphon-Wonder: I know. I figured I'd add another to the slowly growing list. What can I say, I love Megas! I'm already fine-tuning a bunch of ideas for another Megas fic in the middle of 3 more running fics and 3 fics that are still in the planning stage. I'm such a glutton for punishment... ;;
darkraven10: Thanks, I really appreciate it! nn
Super-Veggie-San: Yeah, but I'm glad she did! You can NEVER have too much Megas, right?
Disclaimer: I own no giant robots, fortunatly for the megacities of the world.
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Jamie just stared at his best friend, who had now given up on waving and had begun to make his way over to Kiva, Goat and himself.
"Hey! Didn't you guys see me?" Coop asked enthusiastically, a rare occurence for the blond, seeing that it was only 9am on a Monday.
"Coop, why are you dressed like that?" Kiva asked, finding her voice again.
"Oh, this? It's 'cause Jamie and I are gonna go to a job interview today!" Coop declared,
grinning happily.
"Since when do we do 'job interviews'?" Jamie mocked him.
"Because! I'm going to take Kiva's advice and do something useful! Now come on, we're going to be late!" Coop said, pulling on Jamie's arm.
"Why can't Kiva go? This is her fault!" Jamie protested, shooting an icy glare towards Kiva.
"Kiva doesn't know enough about this time period. Maybe she can take a history class or something instead. Now come on, we can't be late!" Coop declared, dragging Jamie off with him.
"Why does SHE get a choice?" Jamie muttered, attempting to break his friend's iron grip.
"Well, we do owe her one for using the time drive as a hockey puck..." Coop mused, scratching his chin thoughtfully.
" 'Hockey puck'? I thought it was unusable BEFORE you guys found it..!" Kiva said suspiciously, her hands on her hips.
"On second thought, let's get to work!" Jamie decided hurriedly, not liking the ever-darkening look on the redhead's face as he pushed his friend out of the junkyard.
Both Goat and Kiva watched them go. "Welll, looks like we're gonna have some free time together, Red..." Goat said with a leer.
"On second thought, maybe I should go check out those history classes Coop was talking about..." Kiva told him nervously, backing out of the junkyard as fast as possible.
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"THIS is what you had in mind for a 'fufilling, honorable, interesting career'?" Jamie hissed.
"What? Lots of people have chosen careers involving food!" Coop said defensively.
"At McBurger's?" Jamie shot back. They had been sitting in the manager's office for an hour now, awaiting an interview.
"Oh, it's not that bad! Soon's you get into the rhythm of things, you'll start to enjoy things!" Coop brushed the remark off, sounding like the poster boy for fast food service.
"Man, I'm SO going to get Kiva for this..." Jamie muttered under his breath as the manager, a greasy man almost as big as Coop and smelling of McBig-Burgers walked in.
"So! You boys wanna become purveyors of fine foods, eh?" The manager said perkily, sitting down on one of the hard chairs scattered about the office.
"If by that you mean becoming fry jockeys, then yes. Well, sort of." Jamie muttered, giving the man the evil eye.
"Good! Now, I'll need some references..." the manager exclaimed happily, oblivious to Jamie's sarcasm.
"Well, I--" Coop began, but was cut off by Jamie, a strange glint in his eyes.
"Coop here is not only a top-notch giant robot pilot, but he's also the G.C.C.F. reigning champ, destroys the city on a regular basis, and has won the Lord of the Large Pants belt three times in a row, all under MY expert supervision." Jamie quickly reeled off Coop's many rather questionable achivements on his fingers.
"...I see. Well, we do have an opening in the graveyard shift for you two, I guess...Be here at midnight tonight for your first shift!" The manager said, rather taken aback.
"Oh joy. I hope Kiva's having THIS much fun at school..." Jamie muttered mutinously, his good mood gone as quickly as it had come.
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Meanwhile, the woman in question was busy searching for a history class. In Coop's present state of mind, it might be best not to get on his nerves by ignoring his advice. After all, he WAS trying to help for once, even if it was a little..off. And this whole incident HAD been started by Kiva herself....
Unfortunatly, the newspaper ads refused to cooperate.
"How strange..you'd think there would be ads for adult education classes SOMEWHERE in here..." Kiva murmered as she scanned the Help Wanted section instead of the Classified Ads(which Coop had 'borrowed' that morning).
"Ah! This will do! I think..." Kiva exclaimed, coming to an ad which stated:
The Salem Witch Trials--Alien Meddling?
Come help research topics such as these AND MORE!
Call 000-0000 for details.
"In any case, it's the closest to a history class I'll find. I think I've even heard of the trials before! And it won't kill me to go, right?" Kiva reassured herself half-heartedly as she picked up the phone and began to dial.
You'll have to excuse the horrible McDonald's parody and/or the fake phone number, I'm horrible at stuff like that. ;; Anyway, more soon, so R&R please!