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Stand in the Place Where You Live [Active/Open]
Character(s): Lottie, open
Content: Miss LaBouff is hoping to hire some people to help her move into her new home.
Setting: Promenade Terrace
Time: Afternoon, Week 21
Warnings: None
Lottie was accustomed to the finer things in life. It wasn't so much that she demanded them (...okay, maybe she did) but that they were so often just...there. She was simply born into a lifestyle of riches that she was starting to realize she took for granted. Case in point: the house she now stood in front of.
It was a nice house. In fact, better than a lot of people might have been able to afford in their own worlds. In Lottie's eyes, however, something was...lacking. There wasn't an intricate iron fence or a winding driveway or even some stately columns! Goodness, there was only one story! But as spoiled as Lottie was, she was also surprisingly adaptable and stubbornly optimistic. So she stood in front of her new, average home, surrounded by furniture that she'd bought and waited for the friendly people she'd hoped would show to lend her a hand.
Content: Miss LaBouff is hoping to hire some people to help her move into her new home.
Setting: Promenade Terrace
Time: Afternoon, Week 21
Warnings: None
Lottie was accustomed to the finer things in life. It wasn't so much that she demanded them (...okay, maybe she did) but that they were so often just...there. She was simply born into a lifestyle of riches that she was starting to realize she took for granted. Case in point: the house she now stood in front of.
It was a nice house. In fact, better than a lot of people might have been able to afford in their own worlds. In Lottie's eyes, however, something was...lacking. There wasn't an intricate iron fence or a winding driveway or even some stately columns! Goodness, there was only one story! But as spoiled as Lottie was, she was also surprisingly adaptable and stubbornly optimistic. So she stood in front of her new, average home, surrounded by furniture that she'd bought and waited for the friendly people she'd hoped would show to lend her a hand.
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The scruffy man turned around to show his own fluffy long grey wolf tail. “Awwwo? Oh no big deal Lottie. I have one too, see?” His own tail wagged slightly. He grinned as he turned around to face Zidane, “I’m a half wolf that’s why I have one. Are you a half monkey or something?”
Trying to think how that would work, Wolf started to wonder if Zidane changed into a monkey during the full moon. Oh, but that’d be silly, only wolves do that. He’s sure those monkeys must be a different story somehow.