february catch-all

[oomfies]

WHO: lottie person & friends
WHERE: gem haus, around town, maybe a ditch somewhere
WHEN: during the month of february
WHAT: quests!!!! mainly.
WARNINGS: n/a

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quest 44

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tsumugi

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[ Lottie has a lot of unnecessarily complicated feelings toward Tsumugi.. Mainly it's just because it's another person the gems had conveniently forgotten to introduce her to. Again. But she's made an active effort to not be petty, because Tsumugi DID go through the whole gem thing, and he IS a kid. She's a good person! Clearly! ]

Did you finish yet? [ Truthfully, she's been a good enough host, letting him use all her cool things like her running water and functioning toilet.. Even sharing some snacks! Things have been fairly tame for the most part, considering the two of them are trying to come up with some choice Original Content™ for this quest. Mainly Lottie, perhaps a little bit more desperately than Tsumugi.

Her laptop, with what little words she's come up with on it, is abandoned in favor of crowding over his shoulder. ] Show me! Show me what you wrote! I wanna see!

[fineprinted]

[ yes, well, the gems did have more concerning things to fuss over last month anyway, such as tsumugi's impulsive wish going awry. but tsumugi may have seen lottie with his sharper peripheral vision while he was at this lavish gem house, so it's not like this is his first time encountering her -

but he is still meeting her the first time. for this quest. she's a girl on top of everything too, which is funny because tsumugi'd displayed a bad first impression to a lot of women so he's not going to get his hopes up too high... at the same time, maybe he won't be that unlucky when it comes to her. hopefully. ]

W-Wait! Why couldn't I just use your laptop instead...?!

[ because he'd resigned himself to use the bathroom for his own peace of mind, duh. and while he's missed seeing modern toiletries, it's still rather suffocating being in here?! hold on, he's opening the door with just a crack, peeking his own fluffy human hair out - ]

Sorry. I just need a moment to breathe. [ inhale, exhale. ]

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[ Lottie's immediate response to his question is an astounding, full of understanding, ]

What? Why would you need my laptop?

[ Was he not happy with the cute pen and paper she gave him?? Lottie's brows furrow slightly, taking the time to watch as he gets a breath of fresh air. He is totally being dramatic, but she's holding back the comment that desperately wants to tell him that in favor of waiting. She still needs help, regardless of how extra the help is acting at the moment. ]

..Are you trying to say you didn't finish anything??

[fineprinted]

Wh-What? No, I...

[ it's just that he missed having technology in his hands, okay. his own phone's almost out of power from the lack of electricity in this town and it's been giving him mad anxiety and maybe he should ask lottie if she has a working charger on her --

but that's not what he's here for, isn't it? he sighs, and comes out of the bathroom holding the cute pen and paper she provided him with. ]

I have finished it, actually. But I'm not really a composer since I usually just sing the songs given to me, so this might not be all that good. I'm sorry, Lottie-san.

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[ Sorry Tsumugi.....Lottie flaunting her fancy phone and laptop definitely isn't helping that case. She's so used to having her electricity back that she's already forgotten the fact people actually.. Struggled????? Without it here.

After he emerges from her bathroom and explains the situation, her brows raise. There's two things at play here - Lottie's brain trying to figure out how he even HAS a ghostwriter when he's, at most, a teen, and.. ] Uh, you know you can just call me Lottie, right? Like, you don't have to use any of that stuff? [ Did Lottie forget the word for honorifics?? Oh, you bet she did! She gestures for him to come closer with his paper as she speaks, expression and voice more curious than anything. ]

..Where are you from again?

quest 45

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connor (technically q44 and q45!!!)

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[ Has Lottie been freaking out about making chocolates with Connor, virtually all day today, since she woke up? No, of course not! Definitely not. She is only freaking out about the fact she has no idea how to make chocolate. And maybe how she's been mentally, and literally, preparing herself for that song quest.

Not that she's really told him - it certainly explains why she's going out of her way to act juuust a bit nicer around him. She's deliberately trying to mask her jitters with acting cute in the hopes he'll think it's just Lottie being Lottie! ]

I found an apron for you, if you wanna wear it..? [ Lies!! She went out of her way to find and place the spare apron she has so she could play it safe and act nonchalant like she just found it!!! She approaches Connor with said apron in her hands, her own already tied on and around her person. ] I don't know if we'll get super messy or anything but, your clothes are pretty nice, so..

[usedlick]

[Something is definitely off, though he can't really put a finger on what. Connor is great at analyzing the body language and actions of humans when it comes to illegal behavior, but this... is something outside his area of expertise.

In fact, all of it is outside his area of expertise. He's never cooked anything before - chocolate least of all. He can't eat it after all, so what's the point?

The point, he supposes, is to give it out of appreciation. And he wants to give some to Lottie, because he does appreciate her. She's been kind to him, she's broken him out of a curse, she's called him a friend. He likes being around her.

He doesn't feel as much like an android around her. Maybe that's dangerous. But there's no Amanda here to remind him.

So he'll take the apron, nodding at her in thanks.]

Thank you. One must have the appropriate clothing for the task, after all.

[There's no way he would get messy. But Lottie wants him to put it on, so he will.]

You seem... excited. [In a good way, he hopes!]

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[ That's definitely one way to put Lottie's desire to just see Connor in things that aren't his uniform. Cute, domestic quests don't happen very often - you gotta do what you gotta do.. Not that she's going to exactly lead him into thinking that. Especially since he's already onto her! Maybe.

Is it that obvious that something's up?? Sure, she looks a little prettier than usual, but that shouldn't be enough to be super suspicious.. Regardless, Lottie plays it cool by casually leaning onto the counter, playing with some stray strands of hair. ]

Oh, yeah, of course!! I was really looking forward to this, actually..! [ She doesn't play ''cool'' very well, since her own secret enthusiasm leaks into her voice. She's just as nervous as she is thankful for the opportunity to hang around Connor a bit more, after all. ] I was just thinking that this quest, you know.. I don't know, will be going WAY better than the last one we did? Like, that this one will turn out how I want it to?

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You mean, without you having to kiss a frog?

[Well, that's sensible enough, right? Kissing a frog is probably pretty gross, even if she did call him a cute magic frog after. Also, she gets chocolate out of this quest. Connor can't eat chocolate, but judging by how much it gets advertised back home he assumes humans like it a lot.

No wonder she hopes this quest will go better, then.]

I guess there's no danger of that this time. So I hope it does turn out the way you want it to.

[He might be a little oblivious to what all that means, though.]

lalli

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[ Lottie isn't one for hanging out with new people at all - in fact, she tends to hate new people. Any type of interaction tends to set her off in a foul mood unless they recognize her internet persona. So setting up her collection of nail polish on the top of her kitchen table, intimidating as it is, with a rather new acquaintance.. is kind of a big step for her.

Which leaves her to try and find a nice ice breaker to do that she, coincidentally, mentioned offhand when she brought up how raggedy her nails looked. While Lottie also hates painting her nails, nothing brings people closer than putting pretty colors on your nails. That's a FACT! ]

Sooo, we can't do BOTH if we're gonna do the chocolate thing.

[ Paint your nails and cook at the same time, she means. The look Lottie gives Lalli screams I've tried. ]

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[Hey, Lalli also avoids hanging out with new people! Amazing! Chocolate, however, is a powerful motivator... as is this whole painting-your-fingernails thing, because he absolutely does not get it. People actually pay attention to the state of their nails? Wild...

Anyway, thanks to Lalli's zero (0) social skills, that look flies right over his head. He blinks back at her, obviously puzzled, before shifting his attention back down to those tiny, colorful bottles.]

Why? [Ah, but that's a nice shade of blue? It almost reminds him of... someone, which is why he picks it up to inspect it.] How long does it take?

[Either/or, Lottie! He knows nothing about painting nails or making chocolate! Oh, and he's also wearing this terrible wolf hoodie, so like... enjoy his amazing Lewk...]

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[ That blue he's holding is equally distracting her. And is equally reminding her of someone else, something that Lottie refuses to acknowledge right now.

..But matching colors WOULD be kind of cute. Ugh!! ] I don't know!! Like, an hour? [ There's a pause as she gathers herself, willing her thoughts elsewhere before grabbing a random bottle of nail polish and some other ones out of her little box. ] It just depends on what you want, or how many layers.. You know!

And it takes forever to try depending on the brand. [ The wolf hoodie is briefly acknowledge, maybe with a passing judgmental glance, but the Lewk™ is deemed satisfactory. ] Making chocolate is probably really hard, too, so it'd just be easier if we did this first.

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[An hour wasted on nails? Gods! He puts the bottle right back down on the table, almost like it's burned him.]

...Aha.

[AHA. If chocolate wasn't on the table here, he'd probably bolt right out the door at this point in time, but... well. This house is nice? This girl kind-of-sort-of reminds him of Emil? And that polish that caught his eye is... a lovely shade of blue, so...

So! He perches on the very edge of his chair, nervously watching her sort through her bazillion bottles. Aside from his one (1) friend, he's never just... hung out... with anyone before, and he's certainly never painted his nails. This is a true day of firsts! He doesn't know how he feels about it!! Give him an awkward second here.]

How long does this one take? [To dry, he means. He reaches out to poke what is obviously His Color.] ...For one layer.

quest 46

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cairngorm

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[ Well, awkward. The things Gem Haus™ does for the sweet clout of quest loot.. ]

You SURE you won't die from this?

[ Lottie says, shovel awkwardly in hand as she looms over the dirt hole Cairngorm is slowly climbing themselves into. The mound of dirt next to her is astounding, and intimidating, in every single way. Not enough to deter either of them from a reward, though. ]

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How many times do I have to tell you this? Gems are immortal.

[ They let go of whatever holding they had, letting themself fall to the bottom of the dirt pit with a heavy thud. This quest is kind of gross, but it's also one of the quests that they always see every few months that seems too dangerous to let humans attempt. And every month, every quest gets completed - they don't want to find out what happens when they don't. Even someone extremely wary like Cairngorm can be convinced to do something possibly dangerous if it'll keep someone less qualified from doing it.

But that doesn't mean they have to be happy about it. ]

I'll fall asleep, but that's it. [ Looking up at her, they fix her with an almost bored expression. ] That means you have to dig me up.

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[ Cairngorm.. Just accept the fact Lottie is kind of worried about the fact you might miraculously die if SHE does this. There's no way around the fact life likes to take a big old dump on her sometimes.. She wouldn't be surprised if that happened now. Either way, she puts a hand on her hip as they climb further down into the pit they made (they is used Loosely here) earlier.

Fall asleep though? The gems will always confuse her, Lottie thinks quietly, as she raises her brows down at them. ] ..Okay. Did they ever say HOW buried you had to be? Maybe we can just cheat around it?

[ YES.. she is only bringing this up because burying and them digging them up just seems like a hell of a lot of work. ]

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Just do it. [ They huff, slightly annoyed. ] If you don't do it all the way and we get nothing out of it, then it'll be a complete waste...

[ And then they'll have let themself get covered in dirt for absolutely no reason. Is Lottie worried for them? Or trying to get out of manual labor? Or maybe both. They can't tell, especially not from down here. Whatever the case is, they finally make a move to lay down, keeping their arms relaxed at their sides and closing their eyes. ]

I'm not gonna talk to you while you do this, because I don't want you getting dirt in my mouth. You better wake me up when you finish.

[ Is the last threat they're going to leave her with, shutting the door on the possibility of trying to cheat around this. Even if she doesn't dig them up, they have no doubt Phos or Lupin will come looking for them eventually, both of which will probably at least try to find them. So they don't have a ton to worry about. ]

quest 47

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sierra

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[ Lately, Lottie has been noticing more and more people stopping through her house.. And she hates it. Granted, her house is probably the best in all the land (literally), but that doesn't mean ANYONE can step through it. ]

You know, I never asked, but does the sun like.. BURN you?

[ Well, Sierra can. Sierra can totally step through it, if Lottie's question is anything to go by. The two of them are just hanging around her room, different articles of clothing spread around on her bed and tossed onto various pieces of furniture. They've already settled on an actual Lewk™ for Sierra to wear, something Lottie has hand picked herself.

She's just getting her makeup ready to put the final touches on her face and had that Insane Stroke of Genius to open her mouth and ask that. No, it has not registered to her yet that she's definitely seen Sierra during the day before. ] Or are those just like vampire stereotypes??

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Hm, well, I’m of a special sort, so the sun doesn’t hurt me… but it does make me rather sleepy.

[ or, more accurately, she’s always sleepy, and if she’s out in the daytime then she’s just that much more likely to complain about it. her chronic exhaustion is a result of generally abstaining from the consumption of blood, except at necessary times, and she milks the sympathy for all it’s worth. ]

Let’s see… I do find garlic unpleasant.

[ that, however, is a matter of taste. ]

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Sierra... That's like everyone.

[ For Lottie, it's the after taste and the bad breath that follows.. But it sure is tasty though, she won't deny that. Honestly, though? Sierra is just sounding like........ More of an average person rather than a spooky vampire. Well, good news either way, she knew Twilight was wrong! This just PROVES she was right.

Her head tilts downward as she mixes together some shades of foundation on her hand, bringing it up to Sierra's cheek to compare every so often. ]

What's your skin like again?

[regrede]

[ being a vampire does have its drawbacks, especially when the power of the moon rune isn’t soothing the curse as it should. for now, though, she’s just a lovely, extremely powerful young lady who occasionally drinks blood.

and who has no real idea about makeup. she’s previously added rouge to her cheeks to give herself some color, and when she feels fancy she finds a way to paint her lips, but foundation?

she’s never seen it before. ]

It’s…

[ … ]

Well, I am undead. Whatever such a liminal existence would do to skin is what my skin is “like,” I suppose.