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Founding Celebration Doc

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If your muse participated in this event, then please reblog this for 2 points of activity! Thanks for joining us in our 3rd year anniversary, and we hope to have another wonderful year with you all!

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4.4.

[passed!]

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gourmaid‌:

[ ♥ ] — Her heart practically jumps in her chest when her text screen is replaced by an incoming call, and upon seeing Elliot’s name on the ID, she begins to grow a bit anxious. After all these past days spent talking with this sweet, charming man… she would finally be meeting him, face to face. She had no idea what to expect, which was a bit scary… but wonderfully exciting, too.

“Yes, hello?” She giggles a greeting as she answers the call, trying to cover up her own nerves with levity. Even though she had grown accustomed to his tendency to rain compliments down on her, the thought — or fact — that he was now saying this from a place where he could actually see her… why, it was enough to send her heart racing, and bring a slight heat to her cheeks.

Felicity holds a hand to her face bashfully, in an attempt to cover her blush. “Oh, you… charming as always, I see~” She laughs softly, but feels a bit confused when she hears the rest of his statement. Something sounded off about his voice, and whatever he was trying to lead up to seemed strangely… foreboding. Especially so when the call abruptly ends, without him finishing what he was going to say.

She looks at her phone with a concerned frown, and then jumps with a start when she hears a familiar voice at her side. When she glances over, Felicity is immediately met with the sight of a gorgeous bouquet of flowers. And behind them, a very familiar face.

…The shy customer from the bakery?

At his candid, softly uttered confession, she can feel a tugging at her heartstrings. After a moment of letting the words sink in, Felicity smiles as she takes the bouquet from him. “…I’m happy I got to meet you too, Elliot. You’re looking rather handsome, yourself.” She giggles, effortlessly lightening the mood. “And thank you for the flowers. They’re lovely!”

He certainly hadn’t been the sort of man she was expecting to see… but she still found herself rather pleased who it ended up being. Felicity had only ever met him once, but he seemed earnest and sweet, and her phone conversations with him over the last few days only proved that hunch to be true.

Don’t say things like that. I know I’m not handsome at all. Of course, he shouldn’t be so discouraged as he were, feeling less than human. Wanting to wallow up inside a hole.  Already, just meeting her in person proved that he was just hyping things up, and only going to be someone disappointing to her in the end. “Thank you....” He says softly, trying with all his might not to run away. After all, she was still kind. After all, she wasn’t giving him a hard time over it. “...The chocolates I got you were dark, since uhm... Since milk sucks.” Somehow, that made him snicker out his nose. Alright. Alright. You got this. “So...” Elliot clears his throat, trying to think of something to do. “Want to play some games or something? I hear uh... para para is really fun if you like to dance.”

Valentine Disaster | Felicity & Elliot

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pinkpoppyflower‌:

“Grocery time!” Popuri said excitedly before following Elliot who now had the list and a basket.

“I’m doing good! I’ve been visiting my friend Gray. Hes one of my best friends we grew up in the same town as each other!” She turned to Elliot and held up a finger matter of factly “Don’t worry you can be my best friend too if you want”

She then returned to her story, “So I’m staying at Gray’s house. I’ve been here for a few weeks. I know that I need to go back to Arcadia because I have a job and I already missed a lot of it. That’s why I came to do the groceries! So we could hang out one more time before I leave!”

Bold of you to assume I want to be your best friend. Of course, Elliot didn’t have the heart to say that kind of stuff out loud to Popuri. She was like, the ideal little sister type. Bratty, cute, super adorable, not a mean bone in her body- unlike his own little sister.  (Which he would die for, because that’s what siblings do.) Yet she was simply grating on having him do things-- but that wasn’t really a nice train of thought, was it? For all he could know, she could be super nice all along. I mean, she’s already here because she wanted to visit him in the first place. Which admittedly... was rather kind of her. Elliot didn’t find himself with much company other than Ann (which by goddess did he appreciate her.) and there wasn’t much people he could actually consider to be a friend. Karen? Oh no, she was just a coworker who would eat him alive if he even faked one simple customer service voice with her.  Louis? Well, he was just his boss at some part time work he recently picked up...but he wasn’t so bad. Actually, none of these people were bad at all. During this whole time he was in his train of thought, he was picking out her groceries one by one on the list. Bananas. Eggs. Cereal. Potatoes. Strawberry shortcake.  “So...you’ve been missing your work, huh? Your boss okay with that or...” “What’s this Gray like, anyway?” It’s interesting to think that someone would allow a girl to stay over a guy’s house anyway. “Is he like...your boyfriend or something?” 

Chores || Popuri & Elliot

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gourmaid‌:

[ ♥ ] — His wording instantly struck her as odd. ‘Anything but milk’, he said. With the way he had been acting, Felicity would almost think that he hated the beverage… or at the very least, had an incredible distaste for it. At the thought, she smiles. Finally, someone who understood the horrors of milk!

She giggles, “Coming right up, sir!”

Felicity strolls towards the kitchens and places in an order for some tea, bringing the cup to him once it was ready. Since business was rather slow at the moment, she had a bit of time to make small chat with him. Conversing with the ‘guests’ were a part of their duties, after all, as it helped to foster a sense of comfort.

Especially for customers as jittery and so thoroughly out of their element as this man. ♡

“So, I take it this is your first time here?” She starts conversationally, winking, “I do hope I’ve been serving you well so far~♪ ”

Whoa. This girl was too cute, why was she talking to him so much? The more and more she stayed by his side, the more and more Elliot started regretting each and every time he made fun of Louis for being unable to talk to a woman who looked just like his mother. Goddess, why have you forsaken me? “Y-Yeah uh...” With broken laughter, the young man was so stiff about this interaction. “First time alright! Hah aha ahaha... “ How was he supposed to shake off his nerves?! He knew he was sounding stupid and tepid like a goldfish. Great. Greeeaaaat.  Shoot! He didn’t want her to feel awful about herself. “Y-y-you’re doing fine. Hah hahaaah ahahaha.” Goddess, if you EXIST somewhere out in the world-- PLEASE SHOOT ME NOW.

Anything but Milk  Felicity & Elliot

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arcadeann‌:

“Hey!” Ann said at the tree comment, giving Elliot a shove. But then she grinned, “At least I wouldn’t need a step stool to put the star at the top of the tree.”

“Ha! Who wants guns on their sweater? That lady probably does. Find her, say ‘Please can you sign my gun sweater’. Maybe we could sell it, you think she has fans? Of course she has fans did you see her? You saw her!”

“Oh your favorite anime is One Punch Man? Well mine is…. Infinite Punch Woman” She said before lightly-not-so-lightly punching Elliot in the side, “K.O.!”

“Oh shut up.” Elliot would had half of the mind to shove her back, but his momma taught him not to beat up on other girls. Admittedly, he wished he were a tad bit taller sometimes- but it is what it is. So what if he’s short? The boy already had other things his family nag over him about. 

His mood lightened however, considering his friend Ann was filled with a bunch of jokes. Chuckling while he flapped the sleeves, “ Hey I actually think that’s not a bad idea-- I met one of the finalists the other day and I got her autograph too.” The blonde one, Kathy--he thinks, was really cute sporting her ponytail. Then again, Elliot wasn’t so sure why he was a fan of ponytails.  “Hey my favorite anime isn’t one punch man----HRRRGH!!” Taking a hit, he holds his stomach as he falls onto the floor, groaning in pain. Normally he could take it, but his body was still sore from lifting boxes at the supermarket the other day.

Ann.....are you....trying to...

Murder me?

Ugly Sweater || Ann & Elliot

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[  Elliot Lawrence Faison : Founder’s Celebration Dance ] Honestly, he wasn’t made for dances.

 Sure, when he told his stylist to do his hair much like the picture on the left- Elliot was asked to why he wasn’t trying to dress up in a certain way. ( Too bold, he thought. Loud, really. ) But hey, thanks to Popuri spraying some fruity stuff on him the nerd smelled nice.

He blinked, looking in the mirror. His mother on the call told him he ought to wear contacts to the dance. What for? Why? Well he did it anyway.

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childlikemermaid‌:

The problem was that it was in English. 

Lately, Persia had gotten better at holding her tongue and thinking before she spoke. There had been a few too many close instances where she was so caught up in a situation that she almost revealed her secret. It wasn’t always the “hey, I’m a mermaid,” but she would catch herself dropping hints that she knew wouldn’t make sense to another kind. And it was those times that she was thankful that they only thought she was weird. Most of the time it hurt her feelings, but those times it saved her. 

Seconds passed and the mermaid still had yet to answer. She felt silly - dare she think, stupid - for coming to this place without fully understanding the language. How was she to explain that? But she couldn’t stay in silence forever. She really wanted to know what was happening in the story. 

“I don’t understand this…”

Persia refused to look at him. One of her insecurities was feeling like an idiot, which happened a lot after coming here. She knew she was different and humans didn’t hesitate to let her know that she didn’t fit in.

She was sure he would be added to that growing list.

She didn’t....understand?  Elliot looks down at the book she was reading, and noticed that it was indeed in English. How... surprising. And didn’t she just spoke the language too? Then again, its much more easier to speak a different language than it was to read it sometimes, considering alphabets could be terribly difficult and... “Hey. It’s okay.” The young man tried to reassure her.  “Even I...struggle reading books sometimes. “ Namely the ones in Japanese, but I don’t wanna admit to this girl that I’m a low key weeb. “ So....if you want, I could help you read this out loud so you can understand?” Gently, he reaches a hand over to the book, touching the side of a page. There was a pretty girl pictured on there, with tears in her eyes that turned into jewels.  “Ah, that says...’Please don’t leave me alone.’“

New Language || Elliot & Pia

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pinkpoppyflower‌:

Popuri already had two plushies, and was on the hunt for more. She loved cute things and plushies were so cute!

She spotted the BIGGEST plushies at Elliot’s booth. She needed it of course.

Popuri ran over to his booth and said excitedly, “Hi Ellibelli! I want the THE VERY BIG puyo puyo!”

“Eh? Oh hello, Popuri. . . “ Wow, who would had thought she’d be so excited to see giant Puyos? Maybe they had more in common than he thought. 

“Well... hehehe.. The stuffed Puyos run for about ten thousand gold and...” He scratches the side of his cheek, doubting that the young pinkette could afford such a thing. “I’m not so sure if I could offer some discounts...and...” Okay maybe he could, but then that wouldn’t teach Popuri how to save money at all. Or that he was a big pushover. Who was he kidding? Elliot is a pushover.

[The Sh*t shop ]

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greenonthewine‌:

Geez, she knew her boss was a geek, but this was just… sad.

“So this is what you sell at your other shop, huh…?” Karen wasn’t impressed, and didn’t bother to sound it. Neither of them were at work, so they both knew the drill– and if he dared use his customer service voice on her, even as a joke, she honestly didn’t know whether she’d be able to stop herself from swinging.

She didn’t need the job that bad. Not at the cost of her dignity.

“I’ll take a sheet of each of these, thanks.” Nerdy or not, they were pretty cute. Maybe she would put some on her water bottle. “See ya Monday.”

Subtotal: -[1,000G]

“I sell more than just that, you know.” Elliot pushes up his frames with two fingers, always ever intimidated by the vibe his coworker had given off. Not saying she wasn’t someone awful or anything, it’s just sometimes the brunette with the blonde streaks reminded him of his sister Natalie in a way. She’s still a bit more tolerable though. 

Placing the stickers in a colorful bag donned with polka-dots, he handed Karen the goods. “Thanks for stopping by, see ya too.” +1000g

[The Sh*t shop ]

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3.17 [ CLEAR! ]

[ Elliot contemplates the existence of anime. . . ] Expenses: -1000g Rent Profits: [+1,500G] For Working @ Supermarket [+2,000G] For being the boss [+500 G ] Menu~ [+1,000G] For working at the junk shop [+1,000G] For working @ comic book store [+2,000G] For being the boss   [+1,000G] For being an owner +7,500g

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arcadeann‌:

“Hey!!!! Elliot!! Elliot, owner of the shit shop. Known as the shit man. Hey, Shit Man, I got you a gift.” Ann said before bringing what she had in her hands out from behind her back, “Tada!”

“I know what you’re thinking ‘wow what a great and thoughtful gift’ to which I say, you’re welcome.” She grinned, “I thought he was hideous and would be a perfect new friend for all your anime waifus.” 

After her wonderful gift was presented she turned her attention to the items Elliot was selling.

Definitely not shit. What a misleading name. More like the Super Special Shop. Ann wasn’t good at shop naming.

“I’d like to get the blue yammy*gotchi.” She said, already excited to see what mods she could put on such a simple and loved toy.

“Aaaaaaand” She leaned in and then whispered, “can I get a Custom Waifu Pillow of Tiddyroki.”

She pulled back and winked, “A gift for you-know-who.”

-24,500G

“Hey....don’t call me that. The asterisk could been any other letter you know, the Shut shop, the Shot shop, the Shat shop---” Elliot stops himself after saying this final word- sassing over Ann’s attitude. 

“Huh? A g-gift? For me?” Now what could that be? Knowing his friend, she was just as up to no good as his sister sometimes. 

And BOY HE WAS NOT WRONG.

“The HECK is that?!”  Was that....an Ogre, mixed with the joker?! What in the world is this... “ ....Thank you?” Elliot was many of things, but he wasn’t so much of a jerk to not accept her gift. There was no way this was going in his Mew Mew collection- it’s probably going somewhere else.  “....”  Probably to the Junk Shop. Where they both can suffer and see it everyday.

“Yeah sure, one Yammy*gochi for you and...” Speaking of which, Ann leans on over and tells Elliot her most devious plan for the Junk Shops owner. At least she was thoughtful of everyone.

“Oh my goddess....”  The idea was BRILLIANT! +24,500g

[The Sh*t shop ]

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[ Somehow dropped 10k in front of @gun-nun as a contribution for being supposedly bad ass ]

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Minigames and money update,.

Elliot checks his earnings for the day after he had updated his inventory. . . as he carried the ones...and all that jazz the young man had to do a double take when he counted all of his money. ?!?!?! WHAT??!?!?!

He looked shocked, confused, quickly- he counted again. No. No way. 116 844. These were numbers he never thought he would see himself making. Was it because of the booth? Probably. Or that the fact that Elliot possessed the power of god and anime on his side. Oh yeah, he did catch some critters. 

Or perhaps, people were bigger weebs than he thought.

new balance : 116,844g

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entrepreluna‌:

NO WAY. She was better than this. To want something so… degrading, even after Lanna herself had done something so AMAZING for her???

But… it was official merch she didn’t own yet. Where in the world had this NERD gotten something so precious!? Was he a fan, too? If it wasn’t still sealed in plastic, she wouldn’t even consider buying it, just in case he’d… EWWW!!! It was too gross to even THINK about this weirdo cuddling up to her at night! She had to do something to prevent it– it was Luna’s DUTY, as her number one fan!! ☆

B-besides, it wasn’t degrading if she’d posed for it, right…? It was Lanna-approved! ♡ Still, she felt herself break into a sweat at the price tag… Luna knew she didn’t have that much in her account right now, and she had been so good about using Gilly’s card lately… no, you know what? That’s what it was there for! She’d just bought him a stupid house! She DESERVED this!!

In the words of Princess Kim… close your eyes, and swipe it! ♪

“Shut it and ring me up for the sample pillow, Four-Eyes!!!”

Subtotal: -{12,500} …of @castanet-kid​‘s money.

F-F-FOUR EYES?  Not like he hadn’t heard himself been called that before, but by a cute pig tailed gothic lolita whose supposed to be sweet like candy or something?? (Then again, perhaps even pretty girls could be sassy ? ) Like what is this? Are all girls just going to be snarky people? No, no-- you did know several women, including your mother-- who were sweet as they come. And perhaps being made fun of as when he had done NOTHING WRONG. (at least to her, from what he knew of) He couldn’t help but naturally flinch. “U-uhhh yeah s-sure.” Elliot didn’t want to see Lanna’s face anyways, not after an impostor yelled at his booth. Unless she was the real deal, yeah? “H-have a nice daaay...” +12,500

[The Sh*t shop ]

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lannathepopstar‌:

♕⋆˚｡⋆୨୧˚✧ — As Lanna was walking around the booth, there was one in particular that caught her eye. And not in the way that you might think…

“A body pillow??? With my FACE on it???!!!” The blonde was fuming. Oh, what should she do… File a lawsuit? Call him out on it? Claim assets? Or all of the above?

Lanna stomped up to this nerd’s booth and slammed her hand on the table. 

“Hey!” She crossed her arms and characteristically, her cheeks puffed. “If you’re going to sell merchandise with my face on it, at least give me some of the profit, thank you, next, hmph!”

Trash will be trash, what could she do? The least this guy could do for her is give her some of his earnings. That was her face after all!

Elliot jolted back the moment he heard this young girl start screaming at him. What was her problem? Seriously she couldn’t be the actual. . .Oh shoot, she was. “S-Sorry mam!” He stammered on his words, a bit stunned to know what to do with this situation. “I...I... I got this from a dealer who didn’t want this anymore and uh... I didn’t think, didn’t know that UHM..uHHHMM....” Sirens were blaring in the back of his head, trying to think of WHAT he could do to rectify the situation. Think. Think. Think. What would his mother do? Smile and just hand her the pillow for free? No, he doubted that the lady would want that. He thought about Louis for a moment, but blanked out in his mind on how the hell he would handle this situation....

“.....If you insist, M-Miss Lanna. You are the real one, right?” Shoot, now he was relying on his inner Natalie for advice. I mean, how could this blonde be the real thing? Wasn’t Lanna supposed to be graceful?

“Because if it isn’t the real deal, I’m afraid of you being a random impostor stealing some money.”

[The Sh*t shop ]