#pi:pam

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⇢Andrea let out a heavy sigh, definitely not the first of the day and most likely not the last. She thought of herself as an independent person, but she couldn’t deny her loneliness any longer. Hookups only alleviated the feeling for so long before she was once again craving human touch. That was the one good thing about work; she got that interaction she needed so badly.

Damn, she felt like crying. Thinking of her family only made the urge harder to resist. Andrea couldn’t remember the last time she cried, yet there she was, sitting on the dock, tears beginning to stream down her face. A few tears were all she could muster before her tear ducts dried out. She wished she could cry more if only to get these feelings out because goddess knows she wasn’t going to talk about them. Still, the tears stained her face, leaving a trail down both of her cheeks. She didn’t even bother to wipe her face. It wasn’t like there was anyone out there to see her. And even if there were, why would it matter?

Andrea pushed herself to her feet, causing the wood to creak beneath her boots. Pulling out her pocket watch, she checked the time. It was about midnight. She figured she ought to get home.

On her way home, she passed the local bar. She caught herself staring, but it was too late. While her eyes were turned away, she bumped into someone.

Pam soared through the air, bouncing around the general plaza in excitement and happiness, before quickly coming back to her senses and returning to her usual stance. She had just seen a posting on the Request Board, advertising the fact that there were now cooking lessons being given out by some person named “Odette.” They were dirt cheap compared to the potential value Pam might get from better culinary skill. The only catch was that Pam was going to have to take trips to Arcadia in order to make it. It wasn’t too much of a bother, thanks to Pam’s new-found riches.  After snatching up her purse and her precious Pink Diamond, Pam hitched a ride to Arcadia and went to the house of the person giving out the cooking lessons. She brought her fishing rod, too, so she could get some fish out there while she waited for the round trip boat to return for her. Perhaps she could even forage a bit, too.....

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•｡ ✩ To be honest, Rock did not think back very much on the Masquerade Ball; it was unspectacular, albeit he did meet one person in particular who had sparked his interest - but one thing led to another and he had lost them amongst the crowd. At the end of the evening, he expected the true identity of the mysterious person to be revealed - but he merely gained a glimpse of them until the hors d’oeuvres ultimately captivated his attention. It was a piece of his curiosity that he placed on the back burner of his mind until he was walking in the hallway of his apartment complex and - coincidentally - encountered a familiar face.

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It was cold and cloudy that day. The winter chill had set into people’s very bones, and it showed. People walked, most wrapped up in scarves and large coats, quietly and slowly about their daily errands. In fact, it had been a fairly dreary and uneventful patrol, as she was nearing the end of her shift.

She was finishing up in the eastern sector of the island, and started making her way back toward the police station to fill out her reports when she noticed something off. Everyone was going about their business, but she noticed one person behaving oddly, following closely to folks they obviously didn’t know.

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[ ⚔ ] — The bar was one of Jake’s main haunts after a long day of work, and now that it was nearing the end of the week, he figured stopping for a drink or two before heading back home would be just the thing he needed to shake that post-work stress off... well aside from some quality time spent with Meg, of course. 

He had been seated at the bar, reading up on the results of the latest arena fights on his phone when he sees someone seat themselves next to him in the corner of his eye.

Normally, he could have cared less about who it was, but something compelled Jake to glance up this time. He wasn’t all that surprised to see the woman from the junk shop there, but it had been a bit unexpected, since he didn’t take her for the type to go out.

...Not that he was one to talk.

◤ Late night walks are his specialty, we all know this by now. But it’s been a while since he saw something that made him do a full double take, eyes wide then squinting, as if he’s staring at a mirage and can’t quite get the image right in his head. Well, a while until right now, when he’s doing just that. ◢

◤ He knows this lady. He knows her. But from something in passing, something that never really holds much substance because he really can’t tell where or-- wait a second. ◢

◤ Friday nights. She was always at the bar. His brows furrow further. “Pam?” Is that her name? It sounds vaguely familiar, but he’s pretty sure he only ever heard it from other people’s mouths, never his own. ◢

Phoebe was in the mine late again. This was a routine thing, probably wasn’t the healthy thing. Actually, she knew it wasn’t healthy. She definitely needed more vitamin D then she got. 

She’d exhausted the rocks she was interested in in this area so she walked deeper into the mine. That’s when she spotted a lump. Monsters shouldn’t be in this area of the mine... it wasn’t deep enough. She cautiously inched over and noticed it was a woman. Asleep. Phoebe let out a small laugh. She’d fallen asleep in the mines her fair share of times.

Well, it’d be rude if she just started smashing rocks near a sleeping person... so Phoebe decided to take a break.

She sat down, leaning against one of the rocks in the mine, and put in her headphones so she could listen to music and just chill.