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Activity Check 8.31

Expenses

[-1,000G] Living at the Mire Apartments, no roommate

Profits

[+1,500G] For first main job at Leuda Publishing

[+1,000G] For second, part-time job at Mineral Supermarket

[+1,500G]

Old Balance: 40,670G New Balance: 42,170G

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Making Friends || Open

“Hereee kitty kitty~” Molly was crouched on the sidewalk, hand extended in peace offering to a tabby with a stubbed tail. It eyed her cautiously, the stray not very keen on coming closer, and Molly continued to hold out the treat.

Was it wise to spend what little money she had on a treat for a stray animal? Probably not but she had been trying to befriend this cat for a few weeks now and wasn’t giving in. Not just yet, anyway. “Here pretty kitty~”

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Seashore Snooze || Open

It was nearing the colder months and soon enough, Molly wouldn’t be able to go down to the shore like this. It was quiet spot, nothing but the waves for comfort, a soft lull as they crashed along the shoreline and then receded back into the ocean’s depths. It was much too chilly to entertain the thought of willingly stepping into the ocean’s icy grip, but she was dressed in shorts and an old t-shirt that were perfect for idly playing in the sand.

Right now she was digging her feet into the wet sand, feeling it squish between her toes, and drawing patterns in the sand that held a short lifespan before the tide washed it away. At some point, her eyes closed, and in another she had drifted off right there on the beach.

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“That’s… unfortunate,” Rosetta began, choosing her words carefully.  She had a rather brash and no-nonsense personality, but even she could tell if a situation called for her to be more… gentle. 

Usually she didn’t care that much, but her coworker looked like she might start crying if pushed hard enough, and that was definitely not something that Rosetta was prepared to deal with at this point in time.

“You don’t have a backup or anything, do you?”  It was probably a dumb question to ask, and she realized it the second the words left her mouth.  Rosetta couldn’t think of anyone she knew with a backup cellphone, so why would her probably also underpaid coworker have one?

Hrm.  This was difficult.  She looked down at the gutter, trying to evaluate if it would be possible to retrieve or not. To be honest, the possibility seemed slim.

“Uh, n-no.” Molly shook her head. “I guess pen and paper count, though?” She laughed weakly. Truthfully, it wouldn’t be her first time without a phone. She was only sad that that phone had that girl’s number...

Sensing that she was becoming a burden on Rosetta (or rather, remembering that she constantly felt herself to be a burden on others), Molly smiled and tried to look unbothered about the whole situation. “I’ve gone without a phone before, it’s fine. And that one was old anyway.” She waved toward the gutter as if it was no concern.

No good at small talk, Molly continued to stumble over her words. “So, ah... What brings you out here?”

Bad Reception || Open

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gourmaid‌

♥ - Her fears are — unfortunately — confirmed, and although it had been expected, the waitress can’t help but feel her heart sink in light of this information. How sad… but it would be much better to throw such tainted food away than to make someone actually eat it, so she supposed she should be thankful for that.

      “I see… it does make sense.” She shakes her head, sighing again. “But it’s still sad to think about. The sacrifices we make for the sake of art…”

To Molly’s next question, Felicity nods. “Oh, certainly. Just hearing all of this makes me want to make up for all the wasted food, and eat as much as I can!” She says this with conviction, eyes widening once the cafe comes into view. “Speaking of food… I think we’ve arrived at our destination!~♪”

Molly giggled to herself at Felicity’s disappointment, palpable in the air between them, over the poor food. It was sad to lose good food like that, but it’s just how it was. 

In the past, she had worked at soup kitchens for the poor, during the time she was homeless herself, and it certainly made her appreciate food more. Before she could reminisce too much, Felicity announced their arrival and the two entered to find a seat.

“It’s really lovely. Do you come here a lot?”

Fashionista Foodies

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Activity Check 7.20

Expenses

[-1,000G] Living at the Mire Apartments, no roommate

Profits

[+1,500G] For first main job at Leuda Publishing

[+1,000G] For second, part-time job at Mineral Supermarket

[+1,500G]

Old Balance: 39,170G New Balance: 40,670G

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gourmaid‌

♥ - Her jaw practically drops at the comment, an appalled gasp tumbling from her lips as she tries to process this new bit of information. Motor oil? Glue? She never would have imagined! 

     “Ahh, those poor foods! Pancakes soaked in oil? Cereal covered in glue!?” Felicity shakes her head, upset by the thought of wasting such good food— assuming the rest of it was even real. After what she’s heard, she wasn’t entirely sure.

But. But… photography was also an art, and sometimes, sacrifices had to be made for it. Felicity takes a breath to calm herself, shaking her head once more at Molly’s comment. “No, you’re not… if anything, it’s making me want to eat more. What happens to the food after everything’s said and done? Is it thrown out? Or is it all fake?”

Felicity’s reaction made her giggle, one hand covering her mouth in an attempt to be polite. 

“Ah, it’s thrown out,” Molly confirmed for her. “You can’t...really eat motor oil pancakes or glue cereal.” There was really no coming back from that unfortunately. “A lot of food pictures are to sell the idea of it and we want it to look as good as possible, but all the camera lights and just,” she waved her hands around, “everything is a bit too much for food.”

“But it really gets the point across don’t you think? Seeing advertisements for food always makes me really hungry.” In way, though, it sort of reminded her of how models were photoshopped for magazine spreads. 

Fashionista Foodies

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From the moment she turned around, Clorica saw that she had dropped more than just one or two packets. She had picked up a few herself before she ran into another woman who held two more. Thankfully, this stranger was kind enough to be honest enough to return them to her instead of keeping them for herself.

“Yes! Thank you!”

She held her hands out to take them back. 

“I thought I’d have to go back to the store and buy more.”

"Oh, I’m glad you didn’t have to. These are good flowers to start with. I used to work with plants a lot!” She was suddenly aware that she was showing too much excitement towards someone she had just met and she felt bad for it so she toned herself down. It seemed kinda rude, somehow, to be so exuberant when she didn’t know them.

Molly clasped her hands in front of herself. “Are you starting a garden?” Despite her usual shyness, she couldn’t help but ask. 

Growing a Garden

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It had been a long morning.  Rosetta had started with the earliest shift at the supermarket, and was going to be working until closing time.  On days where she wasn’t going from one job to the other, she tended to take the longest shifts possible in order to fully fill her time.  Free time made her feel like she wasn’t being productive enough, and she couldn’t stand that.

But for now, she was on her lunch break.  Rather than stick around in the stuffy break room, Rosetta decided to venture out and find some food for herself in town.  Leuda was a lot more crowded than Arcadia, but honestly?  She liked that.  The successful business district brought in a lot of crowds, and amongst those crowds, she spotted someone who looked vaguely familiar.  With nothing better to do, she approached.

“Oh, you also work at the supermarket,”  It was more of a statement than a question. She recognized the young woman’s face from work.  The two had been on the same shifts before, although didn’t really have the opportunity to interact much during work.

“Uh, is something wrong?” Rosetta asked cautiously, noticing her expression.  Oof. If there was an issue, better to solve it now than bring it in to work later. 

It took a moment to register that someone was talking to her and another for her eyes to re-focus on her co-worker. “Uhhh...” She looked at the drain then back to her. Molly didn’t really want to be a bother and complain, though it wasn’t like she would ask for help to get it out. Surely the phone was long gone by now.

“I... I dropped my phone,” Molly started. “And then it got...kicked and it went...” Molly sighed in defeat then simply gestured helplessly toward the storm drain. “It’s gone.” That was just her life right now and she was accepting it.

Bad Reception || Open

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🙂

“Oh! Felicity has a really beautiful smile! It just kinda makes you feel like everything is gonna be all right, you know?”

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💋

“Uh well, I’ve only kissed one person before so I don’t have many to compare it to.”

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👻: Do you cover your eyes during the scary parts in movies?

“Um, it depends on the scene. If it’s really gorey, then yeah, but like those really suspenseful parts? I can’t help but watch!” She didn’t know what it was, but something compelled her to watch even as she sat in horror.

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🙊: Write a short, anonymous letter to your crush/significant other.

Molly didn’t really…have a crush. A brief, mental image of Jill came to mind, but it faded just as quick. That was just friends. They were just friends. That was it. So…no need to write a letter.

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Emoji Ask Meme

👻: Do you cover your eyes during the scary parts in movies?

🤦‍♀️: What's the most embarrassing thing to happen to you in public?

👀: Do you think [Insert name] is cute?

👎🏻: What's your least favorite nickname people have given you?

💋: Who was the best kisser you've ever met? Worst kisser?

😘 : Who is your current crush?

👶🏼: Do you want to have kids? How many?

🙊: Write a short, anonymous letter to your crush/significant other.

🐍: Who is someone that you genuinely hate? Why?

💍: Describe what makes someone husband/wife/spouse material.

🙂: Who, out of the people that you know, has the best smile?

🍴: If you were a food, what food would you be?

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Bad Reception || Open

Such a pretty camera. Molly stared with wide, adoring eyes at the Polaroid camera that was far beyond her price range. As were the pleated skirt, ribboned flats, and yellow sundress she had already passed. She wanted to buy herself something nice but doing that felt irresponsible. She was supposed to be saving for...for...being an adult? Her bills? Rent and food and work clothes. Sundresses didn’t count as work clothes unfortunately. 

Molly sighed and stepped away from the camera. Another time. At least she got to use a real camera at work. Her flip phone was...well it...it was better than nothing. 

Stepping back onto the busy Leuda street, Molly pulled out her phone to check something and found it jostled out of her hand before she could think twice. She turned to see it a few feet away, the flip phone still in-tact thankfully, and moved toward it. Only to see it accidentally kicked by a passerby. Molly wanted to say something, but didn’t want to be a bother. She could get to her phone before someone else kicked it again surely.

Only, she didn’t. And the next person to kick it sent it scattering across the pavement and into a storm drain.

Molly stared in utter shock.

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sunshineand-violets‌

“Awesome!” Jill beamed as she got her phone back. “Thanks so much!”

“Do you…just want to text me so I have yours or do you want to put yours in mine?”

She figured she could just text the new number in her phone and leave it at that but having the chance to personalize her name was too good to resist. With a glance at her phone to learn the name of the woman in front of her - finally - Jill reached out to take the semi-offered phone. 

“I can type mine in!”

The characters of her name were easy enough. For good measure, Jill found a way to add a flower emoticon at the end of her contact name. 

“Here ya go.” She handed it back after a few moments. “It was really nice seeing you again, Molly.”

Molly tried not to stare as the other girl typed in her number and name, eyes darting to and fro so she didn’t miss when she was finished. Finally, she got her phone back, and looked down eagerly (though she hoped she didn’t look too eager) at her phone.

Jill. With a flower! How cute! Oh, she should’ve put something cute, but even if she had thought of it she would’ve been to scared to do it. 

When Jill said her name for the first time, Molly giggled and looked up at her. “It was nice seeing you again, too, Jill.” 

Gals Bein Pals || Molly & Jill