[OPEN] Not-So Handyman

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Who; Zack Fair and Everyone
What; It was suggested Zack should try offering to help at various jobs to find what he'd like to do for work. He's doing that. Please stop him.
Where; A variety of locations, see individual starters
When; Throughout Early October
Warnings; CW: Some blood in Prompt I, instance of (and implied previous instances of) unwelcomed touching of Zack in prompt IV.

I. If I Had A Hammer | Garry's Carpentry | CW: Minor injury/blood

This shouldn't be hard. It's something Zack's told himself twice now. This shouldn't be hard. He's a capable guy. Can take down dragons on his own if he has the right tools. Has built not one, not two, but THREE separate flower carts to spec. Really, Zack's an amazing guy. Which is why he is so confused with what is going on right now.

Which is him, standing by a work table of Garry's Carpentry, near enough to be under the watchful eye of THE Garry, trying to prove he could be worth learning some stuff. Of course he was supposed to do that by watching quietly. Which he'd done for two days, watching the apprentices and craftsmen work as he swept up and tied piles of stock and stuff like that. So finally Garry had let him sit down with doing some measurements and cuts for other projects. Which, you know, that had gone fine. Measure three times, cut once, yeah, he got it. But then he'd accidentally tripped over a stool and...

"I guess I should cut this again," Zack said with a frown. "And pay for the replacement wood. And, I guess, get myself free?"

Which was definitely the first thing he needed to do. Really, Zack wasn't entirely sure how he'd managed to put his fist through the big piece of wood just by tripping over it, but it hadn't gone through cleanly. The back of his hand was definitely scraped up just a bit and bleeding a bit sluggishly. The Mako in his blood had already gone a long way toward shutting the scrapes quickly. But they'd get bigger if he didn't find a better way to get free of this board wrapped around his hand.

II. Burning The Candle At Both Ends | A Local Chandler's Shop

Candles. They were lovely things really, and they reminded Zack a little of winter time back in Gongaga, when the sun set earlier in the day. When he was a kid his mother used to insist that the early twilight hours of winter days be lit only by the fireplace and candles. She would say it was appropriate, and it was how winter should pass. He'd always thought she was silly of course, because Gongaga had plenty of Mako power, and the little town had been growing since ShinRa had come to revolutionize their lives and make them better.

That, Zack figured, was probably why he had jumped at the chance of trying this all out when he'd seen the 'help wanted' sign in the window of a chandler's shop. All their candles had been handmade by old Mrs. Gregson, who also kept bees of course. They had been lovely things, creamy white and lightly scented and it made the whole how smell nice, even if it was hard to do his homework by candlelight in the winter. And come on, if old Mrs Gregson could do it, it coudln't be that hard, right?

Wrong. Zack winced, blowing on the fingertips of one hand even as he worked at keeping his stirring up with the pot of wax the proprietress was having him tend to the melting of.

"Stupid mean pot," he grumbled as he kept stirring. Only to hear the door chime to indicate it was opening. He leaned back to get a glimpse of who might have come in. Except...

"Uh, the boss just stepped out because she needed to grab some essential stuffs? That make scents. Uh, can I help?"

III. Hot Cross Buns | A Local Bakery

Baking! Baking was a task anyone could do, right? It was about as old as civilization itself or something. Anyone could do the simple task of slapping together flour and water and eggs and bam, bread once you apply heat. Staple of life, right there. No potential disasters to be had.

And yet there Zack was, moping, the dark spikes of his hair dusted with flour, a missed spot of sticky dough stuck to his cheek, and a truly chagrined look on his face as he was sweeping up the floors.

"How was I supposed to know that you can't just make the oven twice as hot for half the time? That's, like, math or something. Right?"

Apparently not.

IV. Service With A Smile | Market District Tavern | CW: Small instance of unwanted touching by drunk people

When all else fails, customer service. Anyone with patience and enough positivity could totally make customer service industry, and food service, work for them, right? Especially cheerful young men with plenty of good looks and charm coming off of him in waves. Or so the logic would go.

As it was, Zack Fair moved around the Tavern here on his second night of trial work looking like a hunted animal. Sure, he still went between tables, took orders, delivered food and drinks, but he looked... jumpy.

Which might be why he, after finishing taking notes for one table, was actually out of sorts enough to accidentally back into someone else. Good thing his balance and reflexes were so good, because Zack barely had a chance to trip into the person before he was hopping back a step to get out of their way.

"Sorry!" he said, voice full of regret. Which didn't help him because he managed to hop back into another patron, and yeah, there was a mug of some alcohol or other falling over. Zack winced and turned to look at the customer he'd upset. "I'll replace that, no charge," he insisted quickly, turning to pick that cup up too.

Which meant bending over. And some drunk lady nearby reaching out and patting his ass. Zack yelped, jumped up straight took the mug that he had knocked over, and rushed back to the bar.

"Don't people understand the idea of personal space?" he almost whimpered as he got to the bar and put the mug down. "That's the fifth time TONIGHT!"

V. Birds Of A Feather | The Ranches

It wasn't that Zack meant to come here and help out, at all. This place wasn't even remotely on his short list of places to look for work. But Zack had needed to get out of town for a day, to get back to nature. And he'd just happened to go in the right direction. And so here he was now, just outside of the ranch, down on one knee by a large bird with one of the ranch's harnesses around its neck. A bird that seemed very off balance.

"Kweh!" the chocobo said as Zack knelt at its side, carefully running his hand over one long leg.

"I know, sweetie," Zack said, his voice soothing as he gently checked for any damages. "It's not nice to be off balance. But it looked like you took a nasty tumble when you were running away. just give me another moment."

"Wark Kw-kweh!"

"Tell me about it," Zack cooed right back as the bird leaned in to start preening Zack's hair. He finished with the leg and gentle reached up to pat the bird's side. "You're alright, beautiful."

The bird made a light warbling noise, clearly pleased, before raising its head from Zack's hair to instead turn its attention toward the noise of someone approaching. And yeah, Zack straightened a moment later, sensing the tension from the bird.

"Hey there," he called to the newcomer. "Promise I'm not stealing her. Saw the poor beauty being chased by some sorta wolf-like thing. Guess she got out and no one came to collect her yet. Or she bucked a rider. Had to make sure she was okay. Um... Don't suppose you know who at the stable I can take her to to make sure she gets back to her friends."