The Pink Star Heist - Episode Twenty

Our story begins on Tuesday 25th of February 2014.
It was the last Tuesday of the month and Changeover Tuesday was in full swing, when an Emoticon, dressed in a Mr Green costume, approached me and asked if he could be one of my personal assistants for the coming month.
Once the usual monthly swap has taken place, an Emoticon who wants to become one of my helpers is required to visit our Spares Tears and Repairs Department, change out of their outfit and put on one of mine.
Before I go any further, let’s just run through a description of the three jobs that I need volunteers for.
1. Message Posting
Helping to man the various threads when needed. It’s a very popular and responsible job and I’m so proud of my Emoticons for representing me in such a trustworthy and competent manner.
By the way, my dear young Sherlock, if I may be permitted to correct you, your figure of twenty Emoticons for each emotion was way below estimate; there are many, many more of you than that, and for good reason.
2. Mojo Counsellor and Therapist

Although a mojo is a fiercely loyal sort of creature, they are quick to take offence and prone to histrionics.

And don’t we know it.

When their Free Spirit is happy with the way things are ‘ going with the rowing ‘, as a lucky charm, the mojo will be quick to attribute this success to themselves, saying in a smug and self - important way, “ That’s down to my influence! They couldn’t have done it without me! “, even though they're not the ones who have dealt with the mental battles and put in the prodigious amounts of time and effort.
However, when, for various reasons, their Free Spirit hits a patch of ‘ slowing of the rowing ‘ and says, “ My mojo’s not working! “ a mojo will flounce around in a silly, theatrical manner and say in an indignant voice, “ Well don’t blame me! As usual I’m the scapegoat! “
The situation goes from bad to worse, when the Free Spirit then says in a gloomy voice, “ I’ve lost my mojo. “ For the outraged mojo, this is interpreted as the ultimate insult and they stalk off in a huff.
And where, my young Emoticon, does the mojo always end up?

Why Mb, after aimlessly floating about for five minutes, feeling sorry for themselves, our prima donna comes here, to your consulting rooms, for some counselling and therapy.

Exactly. Which reminds me, I must order some more couches and boxes of tissues - it can get quite busy and fraught in here at times.
And so, we soothe, we comfort, we sympathise, and we reassure, as we hand out the tissues and listen to the mojo’s list of grievances, imagined or otherwise: they’re unappreciated, taken for granted, not loved anymore, Insulted, ignored, misunderstood, neglected and blamed when everything goes wrong.

Oh yes Mb, and if you should gently remind a mojo, that they always take the credit when things are going right, they stop sniffling and spluttering, give you a calculating look over the top of the many tissues they are clutching, and then have a fresh fit of the hysterics.

Yes, my dear Mr Holmes, you soon learn not to make that suggestion again.
We tell the mojo not to take things so personally, that their Free Spirit needs and misses them very much, especially when they’re going through, for whatever reasons, one of their ‘ rough rowing ‘ patches.
Finally, pacified, and flattered, a mojo, convinced now, that only they can help and support their Free Spirit, will quietly return and wait once again to hear the words, “ My mojo's back! “
My young Sherlock, a mojo may be silly and infuriating sometimes, but they will always be there for their Free Spirit, sticking with them through thick and thin.

Yes they will Mb. Until the next time that is ...
Support Worker and Demon Destroyer

I think my young detective, that the best way to describe this job is to cast our minds back to the weekend of the 22nd and 23rd February 2014, the final two days of Plummy’s Moveo 1000km Project and Jill’s first, disastrous attempt at rowing.
The consequent events that took place, during those two days, set in motion, the beginnings of this whole affair.
To be continued …