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[ibalsamina]

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<ReflectedStorm>; backdated a couple of days

[northeworld]

[They probably exchanged contact information at some point. But Lusamine is an adult so Niina doesn't really want to go knocking on her door yet...]

miss lusamine this is niina.

how do you get oil and grease out of clothes

<Aether>

[ibalsamina]

[Lusamine had no doubt offered her contact information with a motherly promise (Should you ever need anything, Niina dear—anything at all—do not hesitate to give me a call.), but truthfully she hadn't expected to receive anything quite so soon.]

Hello, Niina. It's lovely to hear from you.

The best method may differ depending on the specific type of oil and grease you are dealing with, but in most cases, a bit of dish detergent can do wonders. May I ask what happened?

<ReflectedStorm>

[northeworld]

[She doesn't know why she decided to ask her. Maybe Rachel would know--but...]

i scraped my knee at work.

[Good thing that she's not in front of Lusamine right now.]

it wasn't bad but i bleed machine sludge now and i really want to get this stain out before i need to go back to work.

<Aether>

[ibalsamina]

[Ah. So not cooking oil, then.]

Oh dear. I do hope you're all right. Are you in a hurry? The dish detergent should do if you have it readily available, but I imagine that getting that sort of oil out will take some time.

<ReflectedStorm>

[northeworld]

[Your angry new child is a robot, Lusamine.]

my next shift is in a couple of days but they were my work pants.

[Why was she so embarrassed...]

i got that change a few hours after i saw you with the fairy rings.

<Aether>

[ibalsamina]

I see. In that case, it may be easiest if I show you in-person. I can pay you a visit shortly and we can go over it together. How does that sound?

time for action tags now?

[northeworld]

i'm in 403. door's unlocked.

[It's as much of a 'fine' as she's going to get. Though, Lusamine probably can hear the scrambling as she tries to make things look... less chaotic.

Gotta make people think she actually lives in her apartment.]

Text -> Action it's time.

[ibalsamina]

I shall be there in just a few minutes.

[Lusamine is nothing if not punctual. She arrives promptly with a small bag of her own supplies in hand and lingers only just long enough to hear Niina scrambling around on the other side of the door, seemingly rushing to tidy up (Lusamine is pleased, a little), before she knocks.]

Action; CW: parental abuse and neglect mentions because oops

[northeworld]

[There's actually not much to re-organize. Put the books on the shelf, make sure her old Halloween costume is in the closet... run a dish cloth over the chunky TV set and then throw it into the laundry bin with the other dirty clothes.

It was probably clean enough for most people but a low voice in her mind speaks up, one she thought she had pushed down as the knock.

How many times have I told you to never answer the door?!

She pauses. Then swallows. No, it's fine. Fine. She invited someone over.]

You can come in. [She sort of awkwardly points to the couch. Since Lusamine is terrible, she'll probably be happy to see that Niina is just wearing her shorts and the weird grease scabbing on her knee is visible?

I guess.]

[ibalsamina]

[The first thing Lusamine inspects is Niina herself, offering a gentle smile before searching for the injury. It's easy to find, a strange dark scab that stands out starkly on the girl's exposed knee.]

Hello, Niina dear. Now then, first things first... Does that need any additional tending to?

[I hope you at least cleaned it properly, she almost says, before it occurs to her that water and a simulacrum's machinery might not mix.]

[northeworld]

[She shuffles a little even with the gentle smile. She shakes her head.]

No... I got most of it. They should make powdered antiseptic.

[They do but trying to find it in the 1950's? Probably not. Lusamine didn't have to watch her leg twitch as she tried to use water. She shoves her hands into her pockets.]

...Do you need water or something?

[ibalsamina]

[Lusamine frowns.] Hmm. I take it your transformations make using water for much of anything rather difficult, then... Am I right?

[The possibility is both fascinating and inconvenient. She sighs.]

Well, I'm afraid we will be needing a bit of water to get your stain out... Let me take a look at them—your work pants.

[northeworld]

Right. I can get it on my skin but it's-- [She's about to swear then something, the old instinct, pulls at her and she switches.] Bad if I get it in a cut or something like that.

[Not going to mention she can't actually drink anything either but hey. In a month she won't even have a mouth so who cares?]

They're here. [She ducks into her room for a moment before coming out with a pair of slacks that are a little too big for her. No wonder she tripped. They might be darkly covered but the glint of sludge is still present.]

[soundsurfing]

At her doorstep on the 26th, Lusamine will find two clothing boxes; plain and white in design with a simple elegant brand stamp on the front, and tied with pastel yellow cotton ribbons. The boxes contain a rather elegant casual and evening wear set. The note that comes with it has actually been typed up on lovely thick paper, Beat wasn't going to ruin it with his horrid handwriting.

"Hey Lusamine, hope you're enjoying Nattenfest so far. I wanted to say thank you, for everything you've done for me, and how well you've treated me. It means a lot more than you can possibly imagine. The style is close to a few high end fashions back at my home, I hope they fit. If not, take them to the store on the box, and mention your name, and they will be happy to fit them for you.

I hope you like them, and I hope to see you around more.

Sincerely, Beat."

[northeworld]

[The box Lusamine receives is small. Inside is a brooch made out of gold in the shape of a butterfly.

There's a simple 'Thank you - Niina' attached.

....Someone isn't used to giving gifts. Especially to older people.]

<soundsurfer> 22nd

[soundsurfing]

[Now that their thoughts are back to being private, Beat will hit Lusamine up with some questions. And lookit this. Just for her? He's typing properly. Well, mostly.]

Mom I need dating advice. I wanna take Josh out on a date, an actual date, but I don't

Uh...

I don't exactly know how to do dating right

<Aether>

[ibalsamina]

[Lusamine notices, and it warms her heart almost as much as it does to see Mom written out, clear and permanent.]

Hello, Beat. I am so glad you messaged me. This is truly exciting news!

Rest assured, there is no one correct way to go about dating. You know Joshua quite well, don't you? How you go about it depends entirely on what you think he will enjoy. Have you given thought to how you might ask him?

<soundsurfer>

[soundsurfing]

There's more than one way to ask someone out on a date?!

I was just gonna go up and ask if he wanted to go out for a date...

Do I gotta do something else too?!

[See this is why he came to you.]

<Aether>

[ibalsamina]

[Ah, young love!]

No, not necessarily. However, if he is unaware of your intentions, it won't do to spring this on him too suddenly. Have you told him yet?

<soundsurfer>

[soundsurfing]

Oh! Yeah, he knows! I finally told him and he likes me too!

[Geez he sounds 12....]

I mean, love.

[He's flustered now.]

<Aether>

[ibalsamina]

Is that right? How wonderful! I am truly happy for you both.

Perhaps then it would be perfectly agreeable for you to simply "go up and ask". He may even be expecting you to do so. Whatever are you so worried about?

<soundsurfer>

[soundsurfing]

I just

I want it to be romantic, you know?

Take him somewhere fancy with fancy clothes and stuff but uhm

I don't know anywhere fancy like that and I don't have any fancy clothes except for your watch and should I bring him flowers or chocolate??

<Aether>

[ibalsamina]

[Lusamine smiles to herself. Briefly (regrettably), she finds herself wondering if Mohn had perseverated so much over details like this. Doubtless he had until he learned that, when it was him, she hardly cared.]

I see. I have to wonder if quite so much work is truly necessary. Rest assured, if Joshua's love for you is true, you can do no wrong. The moment is sure to be special regardless.

That being said, I can certainly recommend a few fancy places for you. When I wrote to you during Nattensfest, I told you that I would be glad to help you pick out an outfit to go with your watch as well, did I not? Perhaps it is finally time that I follow through on that offer.

<soundsurfer>

[soundsurfing]

[The fact that Josh should love it regardless goes a long way to settling nerves. They did have their Christmas uh... dinner date and that was awkward but Josh seemed to have enjoyed it? Maybe official date number two can be more casual but this is official date #1 which means Beat wants to try. To show he can!]

Wouldchu!? Oh yo, that'd be great! I didn't wanna bother you about it with everything going on! Hold up, I'll be over in a bit. Ima take a shower first!

[And true to his word, within an hour or so, he'll have as Lusamine's apartment, knocking on the door and vigorously combing his tail fur, trying to get it to dry out faster. His hair is still a little plastered to him too... At least he's fresh??]

Action: 4/22

[i_am_emmet]

Welcome to Ryslig, Subway Boss Emmet, you just spent the past week thinking you were on the worse train ever. And it showed on the man, he looked a little tired, his hat was askew and something about how he was holding himself shouted this was a new resident who just had their first taste of being brainwashed. But now all he wanted to do was just head back to his apartment with the sandwich he had bought and lurk on the RSDOS network.

The elevator pinged and he stepped off of it, not realizing he wasn’t on his floor as he bumped into something large and pink. He shook his head and backed up a little before he realized what he was looking at. “Bewear?” he questioned. He wondered if he really saw what he was seeing or if it was perhaps a sign he needed to get some sleep away from a zombie-infested train.