Psst. Hey, adolescent. You want a short-term holiday job?
Your studies will still be there when you get back.
Psst. Hey, adolescent. You want a short-term holiday job?
Your studies will still be there when you get back.
Great! He's not going to fail to notice what just happened there. He's going to take credit for it. It was his plan all along.
Look at how great he is at using game theory and social manipulation to convince teenagers to want to try hard at their jobs.
What's next?
Coast of Adventure employs, collectively, thirty thousand trained Vermin Control Officers.
Most are assigned to specific buildings and already accounted for, but around five thousand are on general outdoor patrol. They work freelance, wherever they're needed, and can pick their own hours. Supposedly they check in at some point each day, but in practice about 20% don't. Presumably they're busy doing their important work. We want to make sure everyone is safe inside before the storm hits. Unfortunately, the team assigned with finding all the stragglers is running slower than anticipated.
Either the task is unexpectedly more difficult, or they're unexpectedly less competent than predicted. Either way, if we reassign extra staff it should get completed in time and if the extra staff outperform the ones who've been doing it all day we'll know it's because those people were just bad at it.
They should all have a tracking device on them, which can be picked up by one of these scanners. Be careful not to lose any, they're expensive, and would result in a serious security problem if they fell into enemy hands.
There's no good reason any of them can think of to treat this as a team task. They should all split up immediately, to cover more ground.
They agree to meet up for dinner afterwards at least since Spoon will be there it's the kind of thing a group that had good teamwork and therefore shouldn't be reshuffled would do.
They'll each take a scanner and some carry boxes and a quadbike and a map with all the locations on it so they can find the closest one to bring them back to.
Tiger has never driven a vehicle on city streets before and this barely counts and there's relatively few people around and she's not exactly moving very fast and the local laws are heavily biased against holding people accountable so as not to scare people off of doing anything interesting and if she had any medical bills it'd almost certainly be covered by someone else and it's still scary-
No. Tiger's brain doesn't implement Groupthink. Tiger Implements Tiger.
Tiger will request and receive and put on a helmet.
Now, she can go quadbiking.
He is somehow on a ledge, twenty feet up a rock-climbing wall. There are no apparent ways to the ledge except by scaling the rock-climbing wall.
He does not appear very concerned by the winds, or the approaching storm, or his apparent inability to get back down.
Tiger checks around for stairs. There are no stairs.
Tiger starts climbing the wall, realises the error of her ways, and climbs back down again. There's no way she could get back down again afterwards, while also carrying the Vermin Control Officer.
What's a person supposed to do if they fall?
Hit the ground? It's padded. This wall isn't tall enough to require harnesses, according to our safety standards.
If you throw me off this wall, I will never trust you again.
I will run and hide and scream. I will make you bleed if I get the chance.
The only way you'd get me into your carry box after that is by winning a claw fight. My full-time job is winning at claw fights, and you don't even have claws.
What if I tie a rope to the box, climb up with one end, pull the box up, put you in the box, carefully lower it down again, then jump down after?
What if I climb up to just below you, pull the box up with one hand while holding onto the wall, grab you with the other hand, shove you into the box, lose my grip in the process but manage to close it as I fall, land on the padding unevenly but I'm falling a shorter distance and I'll be fine and you're already in the box at that point?
That sounds like an incredibly unpleasant experience to put me through.
I don't think I could work with you after that.
As soon as we get back I'll report you for abuse, harassment, and unprofessional conduct.
I've been working here eight long years, you got here this morning. They'll take my claims more seriously than your rebuttals, and with an employment record as short as yours you'll struggle to get another job this nice again.
I wouldn't be able to fit that on my quadbike.
It'd take too long to walk.
I continue to not be actually qualified to drive a buggy on city streets, yet.
It's already a stretch that I'm allowed to use a quadbike.