The Global Warming Bakery, Mr. King's Bakery in Downtown Edgewater!

The Global Warming Bakery has been in existence for over a year now, set up in Downtown Edgewater by one Mogli King. Over the months, he has recruited the best bakers in the city and from all over the state, providing fresh breads and other goodies daily. Their primary concerns are the satisfaction of the customer and the providing of a good product.

Bread, donuts, pastries, cake, muffins, cupcakes… we make it all for a low, convenient price! ^ _ ^

Store Hours:
Monday – Friday, 6 AM thru 6 PM
Saturday, 7 AM thru 5 PM
Sunday, 7 AM thru 3 PM

Special Jobs:
Don’t have the people or resources to do a special job you want done? Step up to the counter and say, “Boy, the grass sure is greener on the other side!” to whomever is at the counter, and they will take you to see the right people. We’re not mercenaries, just people who care. :]

Employment:
Looking for a job? Come and submit your resume to the manager and owner of The Global Warming, Mogli King! We will call if you have an interview, and after that we’ll call you to say if you succeeded or failed in getting the job. You can have a job at the bakery and earn money based on how hard you work (per sim employment rules), ooooor you might be able to plant a job doing special work for Mogli himself. ;]

Finances to run this store are provided by The Greenpeace, the environmentalist group working hard to keep the forests green and the water clear.

Lori arrived at the shop, some time in the late morning. She looked over the shop, a mysterious gleam in her eye as she took the entire scene in within moments. Strolling into the bakery with a floating grace, she moved towards the bar and handed her letter to the person behind the counter. Hello, I am here looking for Mr. King, concerning employment. Here and else where... Smiling brightly at the person, she leaned in towards them. Would you let him know that Lori Myers is here to speak with him?

The girl who was working the counter, the ever present Sarah, looked up at the woman through layered blonde bangs, regarding her analytically before wiping down the counter. "Before I get the manager, does this employment concern the Bakery or the Club? You have to be more specific in the Downtown area, ma'am... too many things can be taken the wrong way nowadays."

A man eating a large pastry across the shop began chuckling, and Sarah shot him an angry look before turning her stoic gaze back to Lori.

I was actually interested in both. While the downtown job is by far more interesting... A woman has to have a day job, right? She smiled sweetly, twirling her hair with her left index finger in a bored manner.

"I hear ya. Follow me. Sean, handle the register for a tick," Sarah said to a man sweeping behind the counter, and lifted the wooden plank, allowing Lori to come to the employee-only area. The pair walked around a corner to a hall that had doors to the bathroom and custodial closets on one side, and on the other side (separated by the winding wooden counter with plenty of goods in the display case), doors to various offices and staff rooms. Sarah stopped in the direct center of this hall and knocked on a door, listening for an inaudible sound and then opening the door. "After you."

As the pair entered, the office was empty. "A Lori Myers here for you, boss," Sarah announced flaccidly, and in a matter of moments a spider came down on a web in front of Lori's face, dangling their in a taunt of sorts before dropping to the floor and bursting off to the desk, disappearing behind it before a thunk was heard, and a brief moan. After a lot of muffled sounds of commotion, a man appeared from behind the desk, hair tasseled and clothes looking rather wrinkled.

"Exploring?"
"Sleeping."
"Right. Here she is."

The young tanned man smiled weakly before motioning to the seat opposite him at his desk, the rug shifting oddly enough as he flicked his wrist. "So, you've come. Can I interest you in a drink? A cigarette? Vegetable tray?" he asked, and right then and there the sheer amount of plants in the office became noticeable. Perhaps this man was a botanist? No, Lori must have known better from the letter...

A little girl with a weaved basket and short black hair walked into the bakery one day, humming to herself and looking rather bland in a white sundress and white thong sandals. She tried her best to not look suspicious, looking at the foods in the display cases before approaching the register after another customer had left.

"'ello, I'd like to buy that lemon custard pastry, please."

A young man was working the register today, looking young enough to still be in high school, but thanks to it now being Summer vacation, he was working full-time. He had a cropped haircut, and seemed to be growing a goatee. “That’ll be 75 cents,” he said unenthusiastically as he reached under the counter to grab a clear wrap as to handle the baked good without directly touching it. After wrapping it and putting it in a bag with the Global Warming logo (the Earth with chocolate frosting), he waited patiently for the payment.

"Here you go."

The girl handed over the money, looking up at the teen and blushing slightly before poking her head around, looking at everything behind the counter, including many doors.

"Um...actually, is the manager in? I need to talk to him about...special employment."

She took the bag and put it in her basket, now around her elbow as she held one hand in the other

The boy looked at her for a minute then to the cash register to drop the quarters in, then did a double take and looked back at her. “… special employment? You mean…” he said, trailing off. Obviously, he was quite human because of how he reacted, and was fully aware of the gifts his boss and other co-workers had. And now, this little girl claimed she had the same? It could be a trap… but he was told that anyone who asked for an interview of that nature was supposed to have their wishes be granted, and thus the teen stepped to the side and opened the top of the counter, allowing the girl to pass through. “Mr. King is down that hall, middle door with his name on it,” he said, and went back to the counter as more customers came into the shop.

When Marla would go in through the office door, she would find a man with lightly tanned skin and dark brown hair outfitted in loose dressy clothes sitting at his desk, on a laptop and chewing on a pen as he watched whatever was on the screen. He noticed the girl enter the office, then allowed his attention tear away from his computer. “… yes? Are you lost? Need my help?” he asked, not sure why a fifteen-year-old was stepping through his door.

The same little girl had always stopped by the same bakery for some time on her way to school every day for some time. She bounds in in her usual hyperactive way with a strangely abnormal speed. Well it wasn't just her speed oft he girl that was strange, it was just everything about her seems to scream so. She seemed to just appear outside the door and bound in. She would just walk past the window like everyone else but she would just appear there in an empty space. Then there was the rather strange ability of her to instantly know how much something was going to be without having to be told. before the cashier could tell her the price she had already place the correct amount of change on the counter.

She walks up to the counter with her usual cheerful smile and places some change on the counter. Exactly enough for what she usually came in to ask for.

"Hi, hi! Could I have a muffin please? Oh and take this!"

The girl reaches into her bag and places a resume on the counter

"I heard that there were vacancies open here so I decided to bring this along! Who am I supposed to hand this in to?"

The young woman that was working at the counter recognized the girl, putting on her usual knowing smile and taking a muffin out from the display case under the counter that the register was at, promptly wrapping it and putting it in a Global Warming bag, ringing up the purchase as she took the resume and scanned it with her eyes. “Ah Reiko, so you wanna work here now? That’s good, we could always—” Sarah began, but then read the details of the resume and raised an eyebrow. “Here, come behind the counter… you can just talk to Mr. King.”

Sarah left the front counter to an older man before leading Reiko to the back of the store, down a hall with wooden walls and after knocking on a door in the direct middle of the hall, opened the door and motioned for Reiko to enter before her.

The office was lined with the usual plants, some extending to the ceiling and latching itself to the tiles, others as simple as potted plants and flowers on the desk where one Mogli King sat, wearing basketball shorts and a graphic tee, looking as if he was at school rather than managing a store. “Oh… hello Sarah, hello there…” he said, looking over to Reiko as she entered. He recognized her, seeing her come in often for the usual muffin, but never bothering to ask her name.

“Reiko here wants to apply, here’s her resume,” Sarah announced, setting the paper on the desk and motioning for Reiko to seat herself in the chair that was sort of like a half circle, with dark cushions to make the seat that much more comfortable. “Ah, good… but…” Mogli said, rubbing his smooth jaw and scanning the paper momentarily. “I run a few things… are you applying for a position here at the Bakery, or for my… environmentalist group? Of course, you can be in both, but I’m afraid people have to be terribly specific nowadays, or I begin to lose track of things.”

Mr. King seemed to be a personable man, but something seemed to be… odd about him.

The girl entered the office carefully, looking around before looking at Mogli King. She trembled slightly, probably because of the air conditioning. Her eyes were large and her presence very awkward.

"Good morning...I am Marla Bridgewater, my father is Gregory Bridgewater, a politician here in Edgewater...I'm here for employment in The Greenpeace. I heard about it from my father, but he doesn't know of...what you people do. I know."

Her eyes flashed rather dangerously.

Reiko smiles and follows Sarah to Mogli King''s office. The strange little girl oddly found nothing strange about Mogli king. She was a little embarrassed about not being specific about which group she wished to join. She hadn't thought of that. While she wouldn't have minded working at the bakery working for an environmentalist group would be great too.

"Well you see Mister King. I would like to apply for a job in your environmentalist group. I really, really care about this planet. I enjoy walking in the forests and being able to swim in clean, clear water and I really don't want to see those things go away. You- I mean we humans only have this one planet to live on so we need to do our best to protect it!"

Mogli smirked at the sudden use of the word ‘human’. However, he did not venture into that subject quite yet, leaning further back in his chair and drumming his fingers on the table. “Yes, your priorities are just and true… if you want to work to save the planet with us, then you should prepare to do some work. Of course, I expect you to still go to school and all that, but it’s an extra responsibility that you’ll need to set aside time for. Welcome. I’ll read your resume later,” he said with a laugh.

Reiko has joined The Greenpeace!
( I’ll get ya PH access as soon as an admin gets on. )

“Don’t go bragging about your membership, though… there are plenty of political battles within the city and you don’t want to find yourself in a tight corner. Harms our image, you understand,” Mogli said, then picked a flower from one of his pots and handed it to Reiko. It was a pink carnation whose petals seemed to be in a very well-kept condition.

Mogli was unsettled by this girl’s presence now. She claimed to be knowledgeable of his organization, but even the members of The Greenpeace weren’t fully knowledgeable of what transpires. And that look in her eye… that look. He decided it would be good to test her capabilities. “Fine then,” he said stoically, “Then show me a little of what you can do. A demonstration of sorts.”