@gourmaid, @sixstringing

When work had ended, Raeger went to the back of the kitchen to retrieve the fresh batch of warm cookies (x, x, x) he had prepared in advance. He had kept it a complete secret from his employees the entire day, and now was the perfect time to surprise them with some tasty treats.

Of course! Much luck with everything, friend.

@sixstringing

♬ — ♬ — Living in the Mire Apartments had its ups and downs. It was cheap, but that was both the good and bad thing. The utilities only worked half the time, the mattresses and whatever you sat on was hard, and the walls were thin. Those only being a small list on a rather long, long list of things wrong with this apartment complex. 

Ah, well, you get what you paid for. It was the first one Neil had moved into after going back to college and it worked well enough for him, especially when he was low on funds. 

The apartment he had rented was good enough for him. He had thoughts about moving to another place, as Georgia had said, it would be better for the animals. Though, they seemed to have grown accustomed to the place and moving was a pain in the ass for him anyway. 

Honestly, Neil didn’t ask for much and living here didn’t bother him that much. For the most part anyway. He didn’t go out of his way to socialize with his neighbors and he wasn’t going to start any time soon, but tonight, fate had it in for him to do just that. 

Maybe not for the right reasons though. 

It was somewhere in between late in the night and early in the morning after work and Neil was tired and grumpier than usual. Right after he had gotten himself settled into bed with his dogs and cat taking up the rest of what little space he had on the bed, he hears noise coming through the walls. 

At first it didn’t bother him. He could sleep through it fine, he was tired enough so that it shouldn’t disrupt his sleep, but his animals thought otherwise. Not to mention the noise persisted and grew louder so he was able to recognize the sound as none other than a guitar. 

His dogs began to whine and bark in combination with the sound of the guitar coming through, there was no way Neil could sleep peacefully now. So, he gets out of bed, grumbling and mumbling, and marches straight out of his apartment and to the disruptive neighbor. He doesn’t even bother making himself at least semi-decent, figuring that his pajamas, messy head of hair and bags sent the message. 

Since building his new facility on Elysia, Gelwein had begun putting out volunteer requests for his experiments. Willing volunteers were such a pain to gather... But he couldn’t well kidnap people for his tests. Not yet, anyways. Besides, there were plenty of ways to get people to do things they technically hadn’t agreed to. You just needed to go about it the right way. 

The request he had put out was simple, merely asking for a volunteer with no magical ability whatsoever, to take place in an experiment involving magic. The reward, in the request, was stated to be “dependent on the outcome of the experiment.” He offered nothing further in way of explanation.

Eventually, he got a response from someone by the name of Sam- whom he was currently waiting for in the lobby of Laboratory 5 of the Elysian Six Laboratories. When a man stepped through the door, Gelwein could only assume his test subject had finally arrived.

@sixstringing

How long had it been since Muffy had been on a date, that’s what she was thinking as she patiently waited in the port of Arcadia for her companion to the moon viewing festival. She knew of a few hills that would give them a nice clear view of the sky, and probably some privacy too.

She tugged on her sleeve as she saw him approaching, willing the butterflies in her stomach to go away, flirting with a guy was one thing, but when he actually wanted to take her out? Well, let’s hope this doesn’t go as disastrously as every other date she’s been on.

Since we only need 1,500G more, that’s all we’ll be taking! Your wallet is safe! For now...

50,000G / 50,000G

@sixstringing

Chelsea had heard music coming from her next door neighbour so many times over the last few months, since moving in to her craptastic apartment on Leuda. Thankfully, said neighbour at least had good taste, and some of the time it appeared that he was even playing an instrument himself. 

As someone who owned a music related business, Chelsea was growing increasingly intrigued, and although she had never run into the person herself, she made a decision that she was going to approach him. Once she got the courage to do so. 

Coming home on Friday afternoon from walking Comrade, Chelsea could hear the music playing before she even got to her door and she smiled a little as she approached the apartment doors. Maybe now was the time.... She couldn’t keep putting it off and hoping they’d magically bump into each other in the hall - especially since she had a job that kept her out really late most nights. 

Getting her dog to sit down next to her feet, she breathed in a deep breath before she finally gave a knock on the door - making sure it was loud enough that he’d be able to hear her over the music. 

@sixstringing;

[🐎] — One of Georgia’s most favorite things to do was to sit out under the sun, perched on the fence as she watched the horses graze out in the pastures. They were the most majestic creatures to grace the face of the Earth in her honest-to-goodness opinion, and just watching them go about their day-to-day routine was one of the most interesting ways she could spend her time.

Did Dakota and Silva still that rivalry of theirs going? Was Strawberry adapting better to the new diet? And what about Mustang? He was pretty new to the ranch, so she hoped he was getting along fine with the others. Georgia knew full well how it felt to be the weird ‘new kid’, so she was rooting for him!

She smiles as she watches a few of the horses munch on grass, shifting in her spot a bit to make her seat on the fence a little more comfortable. But she ends up scooting back a little too far, as she slips and starts to fall backwards not long after. With a frightened yelp, Georgia tightens her grip on the fence with both hands, keeping herself from falling off of it completely, but not enough to save her upper body from falling back. When the back of her head knocks against the fence, she grunts in discomfort, wincing for a moment to let the pain subside before opening her eyes...

...and looking right up into the stare of a guy that had been passing by, her current position (akin to someone hanging upside down off of a monkey bar) causing a light flush to creep up her neck. Well, this was a way to make an impression.