#clickwhirr

oh god, had she really been gone for three months? it wasn’t like she went anywhere as far as she knew-- she wasn’t transported back anywhere. it was like sleeping in and missing a whole day, except like if you were in a hospital in a coma and they had sold your house and dumped you at a bus station. no storm, no max, no dreaming, just darkness for what seemed like seconds and waking up once more confused as hell. it felt like a joke was being played on her.

once her new home was found, she didn’t give a fuck about anything else beyond finding max and making sure she was okay. her drive was akin to someone late for work, she didn’t have any common sense or patience and was just rushing to find her, like she was against the clock. she had gotten to the train station and had almost purchased a ticket to cotes before it occurred to her that she had a phone and if max was here, her number would be in it. one aggravated facepalm, a short conversation, and a lengthy train ride later, she was standing in-front of the iron rose. there had been no kind of indication as to what sort of business it was from the short conversation they had, but the fact that it was a flower shop didn’t shock chloe. actually, it made perfect sense for max. she was an artist after all. her phone buzzed as she opened the door (fuck, she had really just ignored all of max’s messages since the train huh), and apprehension settled in her throat as she looked around. she shouldn’t be this wound up, it was just max, and this wasn’t like a fucking dive bar; it was like the most lax place on earth wherever. but the choked up feeling, it was a lot of things, but it was mostly guilt and fear over the fact that she had hurt max badly without even meaning to. it didn’t make any sense, it was just one of those irrational thoughts that she dealt with and she knew that, but fuck if she wasn’t anxious. ❝ Max? ❞ chloe called, walking towards the checkout counter. the entire store was quiet aside from the gentle hum of the radio and the tap of her boots against the tile flooring. a step shy of the counter she stopped and turned, drawn to the display case filled with simple bouquets pre-made for sale. she wondered if max made any of them. maybe i should buy her some flowers, the fleeting thought crossed her mind as she admired a pretty white and pink arrangement. fuck, wait, don’t get ahead of yourself, dude. you don’t even know if she thinks that way about you. it was obvious she was very much trying to avoid the “not my max” thoughts.  ❝ Hello? Max? ❞ 

Welcome to scenic Isola Radiale, Max!

You will be housed in TOWNHOUSE 205.

You’ll retain the ability to rewind time up to five seconds from the present (with mun permission) up to five times per day. You’ll also be given a slightly different polaroid.

Dropped for you!

“Oh, uh, hi! Sorry, you startled me, was that sound from a camera? Don’t really like those, they’re really loud, you know?”

“I like your costume-- some sort of superhero, right?”

Lucretia hadn’t found a reason to dress up herself-- despite Lup’s assurances otherwise, she worries she might be too old for things like Halloween. But that hasn’t kept her from at least going out to try to enjoy the festivities. And being able to observe the effects of the latest city-wide upset has been interesting, to say the least.

“... I wasn’t scowling at you,” he insists, clawing at one side of his face. Damn these migraines! How the hell did the IT deal with these? Did they even have the same problem? (He doesn’t intend on asking any of them if they show up here.)

Well, at least he’s prepared this time. Adachi fumbles through his pocket with his free hand, comes up with a bottle of painkillers, and pops two of them in his mouth.

Desired Position: Arranger

Why would you be a good fit / why do you want this position?: I’m good with colours and aesthetic in an artistic context. I’ve never really worked with flowers, but I’d like to learn…

Additional Notes: I can photograph the shop and arrangements. If you want me to. For advertising and such?

( submitted by: @clickwhirr​ )

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“Not a problem; most of us are still learning, too, but we also know enough to help you get started.”

WHEN SHE HAD ARRIVED HERE,   the leaves were, for the most part, a lush green. Varying shades, but green nonetheless. Now, they’re changing. Some remain green, but others... others have started showing hints of gold, red, and orange-- flecks of vibrant hues that stood out among the greenery. And a few, just a couple, are falling too. Spiralling down from the boughs, fluttering on the breeze or simply floating on air resistance. 

It really is something. While there’s a beauty in the vibrant constructions of the city, the natural beauty is what Chell really likes. The irregularity, stark contrast against the geometric shapes and simple, clean colours that have encompassed the only world she’s really ever known, until now. 

And the crisp chill in the air feels wonderful, too. No longer warm enough for just a tank-top, she’s started wearing her jumpsuit around a little more. She should probably try to find some other, warmer clothes, but she doesn’t really have the money for that right now. So unless she finds a way to snag them... she’s a bit out of luck. 

A lazily-swirling leaf flutters down, landing on her head, and she reaches up, catching it, looking at its gradient of red and gold. Maybe she’ll take it home, put it somewhere in her room where she can look at it. That would be nice. 

Then she spots a stranger-- who has a camera, and it seems like one of those ones that prints out the pictures right then and there too. 

Maybe they’d be able to take one of the surrounding trees for her. She could hang that up in her room, along with the leaf. Because Chell doesn’t think that bringing an entire pile of leaves into her room would be the best idea. And the leaves that have already fallen have lost their vibrancy-- a photo would preserve them better.