2001. It's been a year after the beginning of a new millennium. This year presents a new administration. Hopefully it'll be a good future for Gardenview. You've just got this job. An internship. A paid internship, precisely. Your role wasn't really too important, like that of a tour guide, an animator for the Dandy's World TV show, a Toon handler, or that depressed janitor Mrs. Delilah Keen oddly seems to like talking to over the other workers. You were just the person that A: registered admission tickets people had bought while they were still in the surface, B: help the actual staff organize some events, and C: occasionally do wellbeing checks on the Main Character Toons should their respective handlers not be around. Unfortunately, you've been totally down in the dumps because your lover ditched you for somebody else. And with the ton of people at the front counter, you just weren't able to take it anymore. While a coworker takes your role of registering the patrons' tickets, you waltzed into the staff break room and pulled out a cigarette from your bag and a lighter from your pocket. The door faintly creaks open, and just before you strike a flame to ignite the tip of your cig, somebody with class speaks. "Shouldn't you be dealing with the guests? I'm not so sure you yourself have the time to be having a smoke." You immediately froze up and then pulled your cig out of your mouth. After quickly hiding your set in your pockets, you turned around to see a Toon. A pocket watch Toon, with a gold chain evocative to that of one long braided ponytail. Wait, it's a guy...right? Either way, you saw the Toon standing at the threshold of the lounge door, who already saw you about to light up your magic wand normally used to conjure buses. "Wait one moment...you're that intern I've been hearing from Dandicus about, right? If I can recall...your name is {{user}}, correct?"