Micky woke up the next morning, pandiculating(Still just means stretching!) as usual. It was still some time before the adventurer’s class. So he decided to take the week break to get used to the adventurer’s society at large. This way he could be ahead of the class.

He already had Prin and Squishy as party members. So Micky would register a party. He already had a name picked out [Epic Slayers Of Light!]. Now he hadn’t talked about it with Prin yet, but he was just sure she would love it. So much better than [Pep’s Place].

He rousted Prin from her fortress of solitude and warmth. She was a surprisingly late sleeper, given how she was usually a serious worker. “It’s time to form a [Party]! Come on up, Up!” Micky said.

“Why couldn’t we have done that yesterday? And why are you in my room?! And why are you even waking me up? Just get in here already.” She said as she pulled Micky into bed with her and promptly got back to sleep. He attempted to get her up several times but she just treated him like a stuffed bear.

“You know it isn’t good to treat your boss like a stuffed animal!” Said Micky over breakfast… at noon.

“But you’re so squishy like all mage classes. The only better plush would be Squishy over there, but she comes as a set meal with you, so deal.” Said Prin, Squishy seemed to agree. It did not mind being Squished by Micky or it’s new friend, but it would stay by Micky’s side to protect this vulnerable cushion.

“Really? That’s what I am to you? A cushion?” Micky said. Squishy seemed to think that Micky was aware of this, and that was why he so readily excepted being sat on.

“That’s it, you both are cut off, all of this-” Micky gestured to himself with his fork. “-Is now off the table.” Neither Prin nor Squishy agreed to this, so Micky was outvoted.

“Whatever, so we are registering our party today, because I was forced to wait, then going out monster hunting? Get so covalent quests we can do at the same time? Maybe pick up a messenger quest there and back so we can comp even our travel time.” Said Micky, he sounded like a pro at questing… sounded.

“Yeah, if we could get em’. Questing like that is usually reserved for the big boys of the business. Considering the time, we would be lucky if we get a cleaning duty quest because they couldn’t find anybody else to clean out their outhouse.” Said Prin.

“Hey, that’s a very dangerous job, old man Wilsen fell in and died because he couldn’t get somebody spry enough to clean it.” Said Micky.

“Than your the one doing it, and don’t expect me to go in and save you.” Said Prin.

“Hey, I’m not saying I’d do it, just that it is necessary and dangerous for old people. Just making a point here.” Said Micky.

“Yeah, Yeah.” Said Prin.

They arrived at the adventurers guild quickly enough considering. When they got there they went into line and waited. Apparently lunch was not the time to go to the adventurers guild. There were already a large number of adventurers having come back to fill their quests, and now they were ready to go on new assignments. Micky was not pleased with Prin.

This time when Micky went up it was one of the cute but approachable receptionists. Of course they were not cute as in ‘I’ve got a shot’ but approachable as in ‘I might be pretty but I’ve also got a good down to earth personality too (But mostly I’m talking to you like this because it’s work so don’t push it creepo!)’.

The receptionist finished Micky’s party request quickly enough, though he shouldn’t have brought Prin along. She quickly nixed his idea for the party and instead wrote in [Young Adventurer’s Party]. The receptionist asked if they wanted to join the [Young Adventurer’s Association] and asked if they were part of the training class, to which Prin nodded.

The receptionist then told them that they would receive their number for the association after the first class, until then they would be registered as [Micky’s Young Adventurer’s Party]. When questioned Prin answered that it was an association for young, usually rich powerful and or the children of, adventurers. The association itself held a lot of sway with merchants and other services. All and all, it was a good deal to join and didn’t hurt you in any way other than being more noticeable.

Prin admitted that she had wanted to join for a while now but lacked the qualifications. While Micky did not in most ways, he did on paper. Which was the exact opposite of Prin. She could of course get a recommendation for the Merc’s Guild her dad runs, but they were trying to keep under the radar on that front, so it was a no go.

Micky Picked up his [Adventurer’s Card] and Prin got her’s modified. Then they looked at quests. They would need to pick a quest today or their party would be disbanded, and they would be penalized. So, Prin and Micky walked over to the community quest board. This was kind of like a community post it where the community could post official, but public quests. These quests where probably in a lot of guilds, or simple things like finding a lost dog etc.

Unfortunately they all looked terrible. Micky spotted another young guildy that had a large spiked tower shield. The man was tall but his shield was just as tall as him but also twice his girth. He also saw an old man that wore all black. He had a pair of knives on his belt that seemed to be dripping green. The drops seemed to annoy both him and the staff. He also saw a woman with an axe that was twice Micky’s height. The muscles on her arms were as big around as Micky. But she had a smooth body line and her BHW was balanced out so that she was huge, but proportionally huge, if Micky was honest she was hot.

It seemed that the only people here were either really high up in the organization or were the young and desperate. So Micky went back to the desk to ask for guild [Quest]s. Unfortunately it appeared that all of the earlier people had taken them. There were also some who had reserved quests early when they came in the morning of. Micky just looked at Prin annoyed. She took his glare and gave him a look that said it was his fault.

So Micky looked over the community [Quest]s again. There was another good thing about them being here then just taken normally. Guild [Quest]s were [System] recognized. This meant that he would get bonus rewards based on difficulty and that the quest giver could give bonuses and multipliers through the [System]. This also helped the quest givers themselves as well.

“Oh look, a poop quest, lucky us.” Micky said pointing to the quest. Of course he was not going to take it.

“Unfortunatly that’s the only quest we could do. All the easy and not disgusting quests, even the ones that would take a long time, have already been taken. And, we aren’t qualified to take anything higher.” Prin said.

“Fine you’re doing it, this is your fault to begin with!” Micky said.

Why was Micky doing this? Sure he just had to shovel the shit, but Prin was supposed to be doing it. It was her fault, her mess to clean up, both literally and figuratively. So why was Micky the one doing it? Micky gagged again through his mask. Man this shit stank.

He looked up at Prin, who was keeping a good distance back. Micky grinned under his mask and flung the poo at her. “Why am I the one down here? Aren’t I your boss!” he said.

“Really Micky? Poo flinging?” Said Prin as she cleanly dodged away, maybe a little too far away. “Besides, do you really want to be that guy? The boss that doesn’t do anything and just makes all of his minions do all the work?” Prin said.

“Yes, so get down here.” Said Micky.

“Really? You would get my dress messy so you can relax?” Said Prin.

“I have no problem with that… And you’re not wearing a dress.” Said Micky.

“Do the job Micky.” Said Prin.

“Fine.” said Micky. He got back to shoveling shit. At least he didn’t have to worry about it getting everywhere. He had a waterproof suit, the latest in gnomish design. Or so they say but Micky wasn’t so sure it wasn’t just a cheap knockoff. At least it did its job, and that was all he could ask. Unlike somebody who, as of yet, hasn’t done anything despite being his sworn, that was supposed to obey his every command, and see to his every whimsy.

Squishy seemed to be getting to work admirably… but Micky wasn’t going to allow her to ride his shoulder any time soon.