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Moment of Weakness || @urbdev-assistant​ My muse is in a frightened or nervous state.

Her focus was shaky, her mind not knowing what to focus on first. She had to stop the trickle before it crept further onto the desk. No, she had to fix the papers, scattered on the floor. Pick up the cup. No, the spill. The papers. The cup. The spill. The conflict in her mind reached a stalemate and as a result, nearly canceled each other out. Her pitiful attempts at stopping the coffee as it slowly spread across the shined surface of the table hardly made any difference. It had gotten onto the papers, there was no removing it now. 

All she had wanted to do was... tidy up the desk a bit. But now she ruined it. She made an even bigger problem than some out of sorts papers and now.. It happened faster than she had been able to process it. Several papers were now water damaged and hardly legible. 

Clean it up before someone sees. Clean it up before someone sees. Clean it up before someone sees. Clean it up or else... I'll be in trouble. Clean -  clean - clean ---

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♦ What's an AU that you've always wanted? Every once in awhile I am seized with a tremendous urged to see Elena pilot a giant robot. Some scenario with the space politics of Gundam, the existential anguish of Evangelion, and the emotional core of Gunbuster would be nearly the ultimate flight of fancy. On a less interstellar level, I think it would be really lovely to have an AU verse where Elena isn't a rookie at the time of the original game just for indulgence's sake. It gets old having to limit her to the rigid confines of being the baby, and I'd grown to really resent that because there are fewer avenues to interact with others because she is so poorly integrated.

⚜ What is the best time to write for you? Why? Usually at around 2am the writing brain juice hits. Alas, I try to be in bed by then. By the morning the motivation vanishes and it's very inconvenient. I have no idea why the middle of the night seems to be such a great time to get ideas, and I'm inclined to think it's just my internal clock being a contrary little shit.

☺ What's a character that you desperately want your muse to play with? Why? I don't think this is going to happen anytime soon, but at some point Elena should probably sort her shit out with her sister. That dynamic is just so fraught with tension that'd I'd love to see it explored, but I can count the number of Gun roleplayers I have seen on a single hand...and in the absence of having a soundboard, my own personal perceptions about their relationship had spun out into wildly unavailable territory. I doubt I'd ever run into someone of the same mind, so I guess that interaction will remain something to be drabbled out solo.

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Symbol Starters v.2~ || 😃 HUG @urbdev-assistant​

There were quite a few human customs she wasn't used to. Her line of work never required certain actions to be done. While she never acted on them, that didn't mean others couldn't perform such things towards her. Finding herself in the midst of a hug was not one of the things she had foreseen during her work day. It wasn't so much of a startling situation that she rejected it, but neither did she return the gesture as she wasn't sure what the hug was for.

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It was always strange how she managed to get swept up in human frivolity. Anything was strange to her, considering she was almost always experiencing something for the first time. So used to the company atmosphere she was that the idea of enjoying something like a ‘party’ was wholly new and almost unnatural to her. She remained in the center of the room, eyeing each dress as they were pulled down. 

“This would be my first party. The last one was held before my activation day. I like the blue one,” She was partial to blue, she had recently discovered. Blue flowers, books, knick-knack items. She even had a blue mug even though she could never really use it. “Polish isn’t as abrasive enough to destroy the dermis-pigment. It’s very durable. Something similar to battery acid would most likely do more external damage. Do I have to wear nail polish?” 

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SPOTS TO KISS + # (@urbdev-assistant)

"Rita, you absolute angel, I could kiss you!"

Elena had a dead serious expression because she was indeed dead serious. Rita Spencer had just done her an incredible favor, and Elena was in awe of the fact that the administrative assistant had extricated them both from an after-work company drinking party before the last train pulled away from the station. This was a skill that Elena, for all her bravada, had yet to master. But Rita had done it with the finesse that came with her professional seniority, managing to blithely convince senior management that it was getting late enough that perhaps the girls could be allowed to pay their portion of the tab and leave, without ever even having to bat eyelashes in imitation of coy.

"Actually, I'm going to do that, I'm going to kiss you." So she did, planting a grateful smack to the auburn-haired woman's cheek. "I don't actually know if you are kisser so that might of been a little much, but I'm three whiskey highballs deep on an empty stomach and just really really happy I don't have to pay for a cab home at 4am!"

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Reeve’s Assistants be like:

Rita: Sir, please think of your health. Maybe you should get some sleep? Or take a break?

VS.

Leanna: ‘Sir if you don’t take a break I WILL lock down your entire computer. Go stand by the window for five minutes.’

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SB: So Rita do you like Mr. Tuesti? Rita: -------- I- What? No! Leanna, interjecting herself into the conversation where did she even come from???” 

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📄 for a starter of my character reading something they shouldn’t || @urbdev-assistant​

Normally, Leanna would have only gone to Reeve's desk, as it was here that most of the papers she worked was their ending destination. In this case, some information she compiled needed to get a second look over before doing so, and that meant leaving it on Rita's desk. Rita had been elsewhere, leaving the desk vacant. Perhaps that is why Leanna lingered here. There was a stark difference between their works paces. Rita's looked..inhabited. Used. Even if it was organized, there was a sense that someone sat at this desk for hours at a time and had accumulated papers and other items simply for decoration. 

Leanna's desk was empty. The only decoration being a notepad and a pen, which she hardly used. There were no decorations, leaving the desk to look like no one had used it in some time. Admiring the organized chaos of Rita's desk, her eyes passed over a layer of uneven papers where she noticed the lower half of a scrawled note. She knew better than to go into someone else's personal paperwork... but without even thinking, she had used an index finger to pull the lower paper out to better read the text..

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Much to Elena's relief, it seemed that Rita had taken zero offense at her sudden and uncharacteristic display of affection. It wasn't as though Elena was really much of a kisser either, but something about have female company just made the idea of tactile contact seem terribly inviting. Or maybe it was the drink...either way it looked like there was no permanent damage done. Thank Minerva, because Rita was an angel even when there wasn't social lubricant involved and the last thing Elena wanted to do was alienate such a lovely ally.

Like Elena, Rita had been apart of the rigamarole of ShinRa for years before ever getting put officially on the payroll. She'd been apart of an entirely different side of the operation though, where Elena had come from the military associated roots knotted tightly with weapons development, Rita was grounded in the public works side of thing that came with the soft incandescence of mako derived electric power. As similarly steeped in ShinRa soil as they both were, Rita provided a vastly different perspective than the one Elena had grown up with. Beyond the strategic value of cultivating a connection with such a person, there was a far more plain motive inherent in their mismatched camaraderie.

Rita was kind in a way that felt so rare to encounter, in her willingness to engage so freely and without judgement. Nothing about her felt as obsequious as staff from middle management usually were, and despite the fact that Elena was younger, Rita had never been condescending in the way senior staff from the department of administrative research made it a point to be. In short, the camaraderie was genuine.

Even as Rita scolded the younger woman playfully, there wasn't a single hint of malice. Just the pleasant warmth of a hand that could probably type up ninety words per minute. Reeve was an unbelievably lucky man to have some like Rita in his corner. And that night, Elena was just as lucky.

"Your efforts should always be appreciated." She was a touch serious for just a moment before scoffing "Pftt! Turks tips to avoid alcohol poisoning? That's totally contrary to what the 'Spirit of the Turks' is! If one of the suits walks into a bar the goal is usually to drink some kind of jet fuel based concoction until they blackout. I'm...new. So that means I still have the good sense to try and avoid liver failure. I'm sure that'll change soon enough."

Turks built up tolerance to all sorts of things, and Elena had still been in her teens when she first watched the process in action. Alcohol was a convenient disinfectant at the end of a day of dirty work. That didn't mean she had approved of the watching her sister slide into a routine of numbing her off-duty hours with the help of a dry martini in hand as long as she was awake.

"I'll be alright. Believe it or not, three drinks on an empty stomach is nothing for someone in my line of work. Besides, even if the tapas were decimated by the time they reached our end of the table, I managed to cram some of the decorative lettuce into my mouth! Probably helped me stay hydrated." The blonde smiled airily and rolled her head onto Rita's shoulder before the mention of brunch foodstuffs made her break into a full blown grin.

"You have a waffle maker!? That beats the hell out of going home and prepping an MRE! Yeah, I'd love to go home with you have eat your breakfast foods. It's be alike an honest to goddess slumber party, we could do our nails and....compare bra sizes? Whatever the hell is standard procedure for that kind of thing. I wouldn't know, but we're two smart women, we could figure it out."

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