http://alottalottie.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] alottalottie.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] paixaorpg2010-05-14 02:21 pm

She Works Hard for the Money [Active/Open]

Character(s): Lottie, open
Content: Miss LaBouff starts collecting "money" from around town.
Setting: Paixao Central Station...specifically, on the train heading east.
Time: Afternoon, Week 21
Warnings: None

Despite her earlier hysterics, Lottie adapted to her situation with surprising ease. It helped that Tiana was here, certainly...though the business with Prince Naveen plum forgetting about all that had happened and somehow being a frog again was pretty troubling. Still, the perky debutante was nothing if not optimistic and she'd taken to the strange circumstances with the excitement and curiosity of someone who clearly lived in the present.

She was presently settled into a train heading southeast through the city. Humming quietly to herself, she sifted through the worn cloth bag on her lap, picking up and inspecting various bits and bobs she'd collected during the morning hours. How strange that the people around here would just let anyone take off the fake flora and fancy decorations all around, but Lottie wasn't going to complain. Lottie had a plan.

She was going to spend the next few days going around the city, collecting currency of any kind she could find. Once she had a nice fat stockpile of them, she'd be able to rent a nice little place and get situated properly. It was a shame Tiana already moved into a nice little apartment with some new friends, though...for a moment, as she looked out the train window to the world outside, Lottie wondered if she might be lonely.

[identity profile] limitbreakpilot.livejournal.com 2010-07-13 08:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Regrettably, if Lottie was expecting Cid to pull out her chair, she'd be waiting quite a long time. While Cid could certainly manage to be somewhat less crude, being gentlemanly was pretty damned far out of his repertoire. And even if he had been inclined to, he wouldn't have out of spite any after she managed to (hopefully accidentally) hit him square in the chest with her bag.

Okay, so he'd had a hell of a lot worse as far as injuries went but dammit, couldn't she manage to keep an eye on where she was swinging that thing? It was like there was all that much room around the place.

"Course you haven't," he grumbled. "It's the goddammed first time for any of us and it ain't like the place advertises."