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Post by Deleted on Dec 14, 2013 3:54:08 GMT
Wanda patted her santa belly, grinning like a bit of a fool, before pulling out the padding and removing the fluffy beard and scarlet hat.
"Surprise!! Haha, yeah, not really my idea. My grandma put me up to it," she explained, inspecting Isobel's clean, posh appearance. Her girlfriend didn't dress like the other girls in Nova Athenis - there was a subtle sheekness and brevity to her fashion that Wanda intensely admired. Wanda, in her home-made costume, was in limbo between wanting Isobel and wanting to be Isobel - though, she didn't seriously mind loneliness or her own being.
But, the eloquence of The Queen hung in her imagination. Wanda assumed Isobel didn't know enough about the island to know what there was to do - the little secrets and local celebrations. Peppermint hot chocolate was one of those special flavors could never ever be missed. So Wanda made it a point to ask Isobel out to try these things and show them to her. As much as Wanda looked up to Isobel's British identity, she was also proud of her own knowledge of the island.
In a moment, she had the donations packed away with a person who worked in the candle shop she'd been standing in front of. A strange sensation touched her nerves, but Wanda figured it was just the giddiness of chilling with her love. She wanted to impress. To prove something. She didn't know what exactly. "It's a little place," she explained, holding out her hand to her girlfriend, when a man stepped in front of them. He had a nose similar to Isobel's only more like a buzzard's.
His easy words and appearance were enough; "...Are you related?" she asked the man, leaning in with equal curiosity.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 14, 2013 8:21:36 GMT
you are the only you TILL NOW AND FROM NOW ON TOO - @courtney & anyone - oh my poor luck Tiena merely smiled at the man as he thought for a split second. Most likely about what he was allergic to. It was never too careful to go over it in your head and most people knew it too well that when confronted by somebody asking you about your allergies that you were stumped for a second or two. She just patiently waited like she would at her job until the customer decided until - yes, that's it - the customer blurted out a yes or no. The man grabbed a handful of the treats, voicing his no and Tea took the time to turn her back quickly on the taste tester. As she refilled the plate carefully and arranged the cookies to her liking (somewhere in the back of her mind was screaming she had OCD or something), another voice spoke up behind her. Exclaiming loudly - so focused on her task that she didn't plan for another person - she almost dropped the plastic plate as she spun around.
Oh goodness! That was so unprofessional of her!
"My apologizes, ma'am" the off-duty innkeeper sighed, bringing one hand to rest on her chest. "that was quite rude of me." She couldn't help glance at the man still standing in front of her. His expression was somewhat funny. He looked... torn. About something serious. But he didn't seem to be able to force it out of him. She tilted her head when he suddenly rounded on the lady. Not in a violent way, no. More of an 'I have something important to say and you better hear me saying it!' She'd seen people like that when drunk, having at-the-time brilliant revelations.
None the less, she had mace in her apron pocket if things got out of hand. Also a whistle and cell phone. If all else failed, she had a few moves her sister taught her that did not require someone of her size to be physically strong enough to lift someone of this man's weight. But instead she would be disappointed, for the man turned again - my, wasn't he fickle? - and shouted at Miss Zola across the way. Tiena blinked a few times to shake herself from shock then directed her attention back to the lady.
"Yes, this store carries peppermint tea. I could see if I could whip up a sample for you, ma'am, before you decide on anything. We also carry doublemint, if you're interested. All our teas are mixed from a local business right here on the island, so I'm told!" she added cheerfully. Tea held up a finger, gesturing a 'wait one moment' before rushing into the store. She was gone for at least two minutes before returning with two tall tin cans. Both were wrapped in yellow and silver paper with festive bows on the top.
"Ahh.. here is the peppermint and there is the doublemint" the young woman mumbled to herself, placing both tins on the sample table for the lady to inspect. "we also carry many other teas." she added almost innocently to the dark haired man.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 14, 2013 8:36:12 GMT
A buzzing bee decided, at that moment, to invade his subconsciousness and play a game. Groaning in discomfort at his sudden migraine, he clutched his head but forced a smile; old habits died hard, he supposed- even in pain, look graceful. It was for Izzy, really.
"Helloha." He waved still clutching his head, until he decided to force himself to stand up straight.
"Why yes," He replied as if it was nothing, his discomfort was just a rouse. "Isobel is my dearest younger sister. She's precious, isn't she?" Wrapping his arm around her, he grinned, gritting his teeth.
"Ohohohoho. " Came the Santa laugh. He never intended to have such a realistic one come out, so he closed his mouth with two hands.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 14, 2013 15:33:53 GMT
August groaned pitifully. Why wasn't this chump helping him? Oddly enough, August never though to put himself in this man's shoes, in which case he would have thrown the hungover idiot invading his store out on the street by now. But maybe... "Hey, hey what if I buy a book?", August looked up, finally seeing the poor soul he was bothering. Damn, he's cute. If only August wasn't in such agony. "If I buy some hardcover Christmas book can you do me a solid?" He pried himself off the counter, leaving a blob of condensation from his breath. Ew. Maybe this guy wouldn't notice. August tried to give his usual shit eating smirk to ease things over, but it just came out shaky and he dropped it to go back to misery pretty quickly.
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Post by ZOLA BIRDSHELL on Dec 14, 2013 19:52:13 GMT
| The blonde woman's voice hurt her ears. Just Zola's luck, to have gotten a loud one. Still, she supposed she should apologize, in the very least. She had bumped into the woman after all. Then again, maybe it had been the woman who had bumped into her. In which case, shouldn't she be the one apologizing? Not that Zola cared. She just wanted to move on with her life and away from this woman with the shrill voice that made her want to wince.
"Mmm." Zola replied to the lady's demand that she watch where she trod in the future, using the least amount of syllables possible. This woman wasn't worth using full words and sentences, no offence to her or anything. Gathering up her bags, the loud lady made her way towards one of the shops, where two familiar-looking figures were standing.Her employer and her friend in the same place? What a small world. Seriously, Nova was a tiny place.
Since it was Aiden calling out, and since some form of recognition that she had heard him was required, Zola dug her hand out of her coat pocket and raised it in greeting. Doing that was much easier than yelling. At her usual slug-like pace, she began to drag her feet towards the store.
"Hi." She said to Aiden upon arriving, before dipping her head in a nod towards Tiena. Her nose disappeared under her scarf for a brief moment. She ignored the other blonde woman present. They had already met, so there was no need to go saying hello again. "Whadup?" She mumbled, slurring her words together to avoid any excess talking.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 14, 2013 21:36:36 GMT
OH SHE KNOWS WHAT I THINK ABOUT tagged, @event peeps! Courtney's hand instinctively went for the tray of baked goods, getting ready to help her support it if it looked like it. Whilst she didn't really care about the content of the tray, it'd probably make her look really good if she helped out some shop keeper of a local store, and good publicity equals more votes in the next poll. It was a shallow reason, but the votes meant that she actually got to keep her job, she wouldn't be able to work without them.
"It's alright! Really, I'd hate for you to drop them!" the woman replied with a smile before raising her hands "I must have startled you. I can only apologize." After all, even if you were in the retail industry it didn't prevent you from being startled. She'd had a job in a shop before, she understood this kind of stuff.
"Perfect, I've heard great things so I just had to try some." Courtney replied, feeling something tug downwards on her wrist but not thinking much of it, it probably wasn't anything important. The woman serving her quickly ran inside before coming out with two small tin cans, wrapped up beautifully probably for people that were too lazy or were too inept to do their own wrapping. It was a shame she wasn't going to give it as a present actually ...
"I'll just take the peppermint thank you!" the blonde replied, sparing a quick glance to the dark haired man that had been standing nearby for the first time since she'd arrived. Not that she really cared for him.
"Okay let me just get out my purse, I don't suppose I could make some up now could I? It's just I could really do with a w-" the politician began before one of the bags that she had been holding snapped, falling from her arm to the floor leaving the eldest blonde of the group to stare at it blankly. "I could have sworn..." she muttered before crouching down to pick up her dropped purchases. How odd ... "Yes, sorry, just the peppermint please."
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Post by Deleted on Dec 15, 2013 5:36:19 GMT
She had been on Nova for several years now, but Wanda had been born and raised here, she knew the island in an intimate way Isobel could never hope to. She took Wanda's hand in hers, though before they could take a step towards what Isobel imagined as a cozy little space tucked away in an indescript building, there was somebody in front of them.
Isobel had never cared to be cool or popular, she had never been embarrassed easily, but there were plenty of reasons she wouldn't have ever wanted to introduce her girlfriend to her family. William was the main one.
She pressed her lips together, the smile dropping from her expression, into something more like dread. She nodded tersely in response to Wanda's question - she supposed it might have been more polite to introduce them, and it was more her own inability to deal with William than anything that prompted her to grip Wanda's hand all the more tighter, like a parent guiding their child through a busy crosswalk.
William groaned, he looked uneasy and Isobel grimaced when he pulled her close. She wriggled from his hold. "This is Wanda." She told him, in a tone implying that it was the most she was planning to indulge. "We have a date, actually, we should be heading off, William." She was already walking as she finished the sentence, before something - there hadn't been anything, Isobel could have sworn - tripped her up, tangled her feet and sent her sprawling to the pavement.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 15, 2013 7:52:11 GMT
tacky Christmas lights are a sin | The faint shimmer in the air caught his attention for a second, but with a blink it was gone. If he wasn't so tripped up in his own thoughts he might've been a bit more sympathetic to the man on his counter. He was half tempted to shove him out the front door. But, he'd been in the same position before. Not necessarily drooling on a counter, but hung over so bad he'd have probably sold himself for aspirin. With a sigh he took his hand out his pocket. That phone call would have to wait, as it always did. (This was just a convenient excuse to not call her, again.)
He shook his head at the man's offer. "C'mon, I'll get you over to the store." he said. He wouldn't just go for the man, no, but he'd help. "You're an idiot for even getting out of bed." was the last he said as he offered himself as a support. Merry fucking Christmas he though. No gold rings or anything like that, he got a hungover man and was simply waiting for the damned pear tree. Still, something felt a bit off and Aeron felt the knot in his stomach tighten.
Knowing my luck, he began to think but stopped himself.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 15, 2013 11:17:44 GMT
"Hey" Aiden responded cheerfully to Zola's greeting. If her greeting seemed a bit lacking in enthusiasm, Aiden didn't take it to heart. Zola had been like that since- well since always. It was one of life's constants, Zola's lazy manner, and Aiden was the least qualified person to lecture anybody on laziness of all things.
"I'm just up to Christmas shopping, you know. I've gotten pretty much everything- I think." he answered. "Now all I have to do is wrap the gifts, deliver them, clean up the house, put up the Christmas decorations..." the psychologist trailed off realizing that he had a fair bit of work set up for him.
Aiden's face fell, his Christmas was looking like it would be less about catching up with old friends and more about trying to get all the chores done.
"Never mind me!" he rallied back bravely "How's your shopping coming along Zola?"
Before he properly get into a conversation with Zola- which usually consisted of statements like 'pass me the ice cream' and 'no, you go do it' the Pepperminter -who he had completely forgotten about- dropped one of her bags.
Aiden debated with himself for a few minutes. The last thing he wanted to do was to end up being a pack mule for a stranger, or go to any extra effort- really he had his own shopping in his arms as it was... Bugger it, Christmas spirit and all that. It wouldn't hurt to be chivalrous for once. "You need help with that?" he asked.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 16, 2013 22:39:58 GMT
OH SHE KNOWS WHAT I THINK ABOUT tagged, @event peeps! The bag snapping had been a complete surprise, she was sure that the plastic was completely sturdy when she had been holding it a few minutes ago. No it had been, otherwise it would have snapped when she jolted forward that time. Crouching down, the woman decided that the best idea would be to just transfer the items around a little bit then the weight would be equally distributed and it hopefully wouldn't happen again.
"I think I've got it, but thanks for offering." Courtney replied to the stranger, noticing that their accents matched but not really thinking all that of it. A lot of people had moved over from England, after all the weather here was certainly an improvement on what felt like the constant rain her home country had to offer. Not that she didn't like it there, she wouldn't have signed up to be an MP if she didn't, what would the point be?
Brushing off some imaginary dirt from her jeans, the blonde glanced around, checking to see if there was anything from the broken bag she'd missed.
It wasn't until a few seconds later she'd realised she'd been staring, well it was a surprise for sure. Honestly, had the whole Hurst family moved over here? She was just under the impression it was her debt running ex husband. "Isobel! William!" the woman called out, offering a wave to her former siblings in law. Well this was a surprise now wasn't it?
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Post by ZOLA BIRDSHELL on Dec 17, 2013 0:26:54 GMT
| How did Aiden manage to conjure up so much verve? Zola would never have been able to work up that much cheer. Maybe it was something in the Christmastime air. Yeah. That was probably it. Christmas did weird things to people. Maybe the world should just eliminate it altogether. She wasn't entirely opposed to that idea. No more presents for her, sure, but also no more hassle about getting presents for everyone else. She could live with that.
Now, how to sum up her shopping experience using the least amount of words possible? Zola settled on "Unproductive." So far, she hadn't bought anyone anything, so at the moment her excursion was unproductive. Just like her life. She was okay with that. She couldn't help but let a tiny groan escape her lips at the thought of all the work that awaited her. She hated work with a...well, not passion. She passively disliked work, there. That sounded accurate.
She was more than a bit surprised when Aiden, the only other person she knew who somewhat rivaled her in laziness (not that it was a competition, because if it was, he'd probably win because she couldn't be bothered to compete) offered his help to the loud blonde woman. She almost wanted to warn him against it, but instead remained dead-faced and silent. The woman turned him down in any case, before demonstrating her noisiness by calling out to some other random people. Zola turned her head to look at Aiden, one of her sandy eyebrows raising a fraction of an inch. This was her way of showing skeptical surprise. "'You need help with that'?" She parroted back in her monotone. What had him all willing to help others with- ugh- physical labor, of all things?
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Post by Deleted on Dec 17, 2013 14:05:03 GMT
His chivalrous request had been shot down, but he didn't really mind- quite the opposite really, Zola's comment though stung a bit. Had she really such a low opinion of him? For a short while Aiden thought of lecturing his friend on her laziness -even more than his, if such a thing was possible!- and telling her about the joys of altruism and how he was a nice guy, but then relented. It was not like Zola was going to bother and he himself would give up less than halfway through anyway...
"Meh." the psychologist replied eloquently along with a shrug "Sometimes I try to be nice." well, he was a nice guy- when wasn't feeling too lazy to be nice that was.
"Tell you what; I'll forgive you for not buying me a present if you let me off the hook as well." Zola was quite low maintenance and Aiden really didn't want to go to the length of finding a gift. Right now he was drifting in between a pillow and 'something or another for Snake'. "See; aren't I a nice guy? You can even crash at my place if you wanna dodge any parties or fussy relatives."
Zola was probably going to create more of a mess at his pig-sty of a home, but it wasn't like he was going to clean up that place or entertain any guests there anyway. In fact, he was even beginning to doubt his resolve of decorating the house- too much effort for just one month. He would just put out that Grinch figure in the front yard...for the third year running.
"All you need to do is to bring something to chow down on- I'm not gonna be cooking anything." 'cooking' loosely meant putting instant noodles in boiling water or making toast, but the idea still held. Homemade food though- straight from the Birdshell kitchen, he could do with more of that.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 17, 2013 21:56:08 GMT
you are the only you TILL NOW AND FROM NOW ON TOO - @anyone - i'm sorry for my lateness The lady was being too kind. Tiena had been raised to work in a stressful environment. This sort of thing should not have happened to her, at least not in public with only two other people around her. Thinking back, it was as if some child had pushed her. But she saw nothing upon turning around, and no one else mentioned anything... Perhaps she really had been startled. How unprofessional... she thought, not for the first time. As Miss Zola was called over, it seemed bad luck was on the rise. Not just Tea's near slip and fall, but the lady's bags had really broken this time. Just one, but enough so the contents spilled everywhere. She immediately dropped to the ground to grab anything that attempted escape. The lady was staring in surprise but immediately dropped too after voicing her opinion on why that was perhaps a little strange. Then she too started to pick up everything. The man then asked if she needed help but was briskly told no - not without courtesies. It was an embarrassing enough situation. Nobody would like to accept help.
Tiena quickly pushed what she had collected toward the blonde woman and stood up - only to bang her head on the edge of the eggnog counter. That time she definitely felt something besides the pain in her head. A little tug. She could only compare it to, yes, a child tugging at her sleeve. She bit her lip to suppress a rising groan, and checked for blood. None. But a fabulous lump had risen. "Peppermint it is" the young woman replied, gripping the table that had assaulted her for support. "if you would allow me some...ah...time to rest. Just a few seconds. I shall get you a sturdier bag as well. I'm afraid I cannot open any of the tins because I just volunteer, but the cafes here... They know me. I shall write my signature on your receipt. Take the tin to any of the cafes and they will brew it for you. Free of charge." That was not entirely true for herself, because a bill would go to the inn for a cup of tea. But it was just one cup, and the lady looked like she needed that cup.
Then she turned to Miss Zola, managing a quick smile despite the pain. "Ahh... Miss Zola. I do hope you are coming to the inn's staff party. You are free to bring a guest, of course. Is this man your friend? He is welcome to join us."
It would be terrible if Miss Zola decided not to go. Tea already made her a gift, and it was the only time of the year that she allowed the under aged staff to have a little sip of alcohol. Because the New Years party was reserved for the adult crowd.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 18, 2013 3:57:56 GMT
August seemed to loose some of his lethargy when the other man moved to help him. He was never one to shy away from physical contact, but the unwarranted kindness was a bit of a shocker. The moment of clarity passed, however, and August soon draped himself over Aeron uncomfortably. "Thank youuu, thank you, thank you," August sniveled, clinging to Aeron like a needy cat, "You're a god among men, a saint, a whatever. Are we allowed to hold hands? I think we should definitely hold hands." While most of that was August's usual melodramatics, part of it sure was that this guy was taking time out of his day to help a gross stranger find some meds. It was enough to bring back August's slimy grin to his face.
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Post by ZOLA BIRDSHELL on Dec 19, 2013 19:53:18 GMT
| Trying to be nice sounded like it took too much effort. Zola didn't like trying anything. She didn't like doing anything either. She would much rather spend life as a motionless blob, but unfortunately, that wasn't an option yet.
"Sure, you're nice." Zola replied, in order to stop him from going on about it. Aiden was pretty okay guy anyways. She supposed she might as well use the word 'nice' and apply it to him. She'd call him anything he wanted in order to gain access to his house. It was an alright place; her kind of environment. Though, as fussy relatives went, she didn't have many coming over this Christmas. Nova Athenis was a bit out of the way for them. Normally, it was just her, her mother, and her father Christmas day, and she was okay with that. The house was a lot quieter without an entire horde of relatives stomping around in it.
Her employer flashed her a quick smile, before going on to talk about some sort of 'inn staff party'. Zola's face remained blank as her mind attempted to recall just what Tiena was talking about. Oh, right. That inn staff party. She had completely forgotten about it. Whoops. Luckily for Tiena, Zola had a habit of doing nothing with her days or nights, so she was probably free for it. Normally, she would have much rather stayed at home and slept, but going seemed to be the polite thing to do. God, now the Christmas spirit was getting to her. Why hadn't anyone warned her it was contagious?
"Wouldn't miss it for the world" She mumbled. "Yeah, sure he's a friend. You coming?" The blonde turned her gaze back to Aiden. she thought she could come, not only because he was her buddy, but because she could redirect everyone who wanted to talk to her to him. She wasn't above throwing friends under the bus if it meant avoiding doing stuff. Besides, Aiden was better at that talking nonsense than she was. late because finals |
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