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Activity Check! (x2)

[-700G] 12 Pounds of Cat Food

Profits

[+4,000G] For your first (main) job.

[+2,000G] For your second (part-time) job.

[+2,000G] For your third (part-time) job.

[+5,000G] For being the boss of a business. (+Menu)

[+2,000G] For being an owner of a business.

[+3,000G] For being the boss of a second business.

Old Balance: 92,578g

New Balance: 106,878g

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rxzberries:

[🐎] �� Georgia pouts at Ellen and pushes her face into the wooly’s fur even more. “You’re riiiiight…” She whines into the wool. “Why d’ya always have to be so right? Blegh.”

“Okay, okay, I’m coming.” After spending a few more seconds relishing in the warmth of the huge wooly’s fur (man she needed one of these for herself), she reluctantly pushes away from it and gets to her feet, stuffing her hands into her coat pockets as she approaches Ellen. “So coffee and cakes, yeah? Hook me up with the goods, Ellie!”

Ellen giggled a little bit when Georgia complained about her being right. “It’s just what I do, Georgie.”

“Yes, coffee and cakes,” Ellen said with a smile as Georgia walked over. “I think the cake should be cool by now, and I don’t have any coffee brewed yet but I can do that real quick when we get in the house.”

Cuddle King || Georgia & Ellen

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jake-out-the-humans:

[ ⚔ ] — Jake notices how she’s barely managing to keep herself together, and sighs to himself. Stupid blubbering aside, she was at least self-aware. “Yeah, whatever. Come on.”

He pulls her up with ease, hesitating for a moment before giving what was probably the most uncomfortable look he’s ever given anyone in a while. “…You can barely freakin’ walk, so put your arm around my shoulder. It’s better than having you trip over yourself and needlessly slow me down. That’ll just paint a huge target on the both of us, considering where we are.”

The half-elf rolls his eyes impatiently, not believing he was even in this situation right now. “Hurry up, alright? We don’t have all day.”

In Ellen’s vulnerable state, the least that she wanted was for someone--especially this half-elf--getting cross with her. She was trying her damndest to keep herself together, but she was in so much pain.

She knew that fighting with him about the way she was being treated would bring the risk of being left down here (he seemed the type to do that, given the way he was acting), so she just held her tongue, putting her arm around his shoulder.

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fashionistaextraordinaire:

“And why not?” Evelyn paused, raising an eyebrow, “It isn’t like the mountain is going anywhere. Or this island, for that matter! As long as you want to go up there, then you can. Doesn’t matter whether you have two legs to do it with or not!” She gave Ellen an encouraging smile. Maybe she was just afraid of going up? Getting hit on the way up seemed like a scary experience…but that didn’t mean it should prevent her from going up again!

Ellen frowned deeply at the woman. Sure, she meant well, but she completely misunderstood Ellen’s reasoning. Which... was really sort of a given, considering that she didn’t make it clear.

“It’s--it’s not that. I’m not afraid,” Ellen said.

[HGF] Wounded Pride

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fashionistaextraordinaire:

“Ugh, why do you have to ruin everything with facts? I’m having fun!” Evelyn pouted, but didn’t fight back when Ellen went to help her out of the snow. She shifted to make it easier for the both of them, and she tried to keep steady as she slowly rose to her feet with Ellen’s help. However, the world around her was just spinning a ton! And her dress felt all weird on the backside since it was soaked through.

She snorted again. She must look beautiful.

“So where’re we going? Ellen, can we go somewhere fun? Arcadia’s really cool but really boring too,” Evelyn leaned on Ellen for support, “I mean it’s great when I want to go explore but not when I want to drink.”

Ellen heaved a small sigh as she helped the inebriated woman to her feet. “Hon, it doesn’t matter if you’re having fun if you’re gonna hurt yourself in the process--it’s dangerous to be out alone at night, anyway, but this is worse.”

“No, we’re going back inside my house, and no more alcohol for you.”

Dancing in Circles || Open

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Work at the bakery wasn’t particularly interesting day to day, but there was always moments where things would be... strange. Not strange in a bad way, but strange nonetheless.

This next moment, when Ellen was working the counter was one of those strange moments-although, more surprising than anything.

A man came out of the pouring rain, sopping wet and... shirtless? Was she seeing this right? Blinking a few times, he didn’t just vanish, so she could only assume that this was actually happening.

With this knowledge, Ellen was now incredibly flustered, blushing brightly. He wasn’t bad looking at all, but in fact quite handsome

“Ah--it’s--uhm--” Ellen stuttered, just staring at the man. “It’s uhm... I don’t want you to catch a cold--so it’s fine that you stay here.”

No Shirt No Service? || Raeger & Ellen

November was considered the last month Raeger could do his everyday morning jog, and that was only during a warm year. He didn’t like the feeling of his arms rubbing against cloth when he was out exercising and preferred to do his jog shirtless.

This wouldn’t have been such a bad idea if it didn’t start to become cold and rainy earlier than he anticipated. It might have been bad luck he brought on himself from his last necromancy incident, but it grew to be too much for it to be that when his hair became sopping wet by the time he reached Sweetie Bakery.

“Ha-choo!” He sneezed. His grandfather always told him not to go out with a wet head, but what was he to do when his head was wet after he was out? He didn’t remember his grandfather ever telling him anything about that. He made a silent to the Harvest Goddess that the nearby bakery provided service to shirtless (and wet) customers and offered some lactose intolerant-friendly hot beverage options, both of which were getting hard to find.

He tried his best not to drip all over the bakery floor when he came in, but he was only human, not a gutter on legs.

“Excuse me, do you have a no shirt no shoes policy? I understand if you do, but the rain is really heavy out there.”

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fashionistaextraordinaire:

“Yea. It’s hard with all those rocks, right?” Evelyn thought it was rather challenging but enjoyable. She liked the challenge. It definitely put her to the test. 

“Are you going to try it again? That view was worth it…and that shrine was beautiful,” Evelyn didn’t want her to be discouraged from going again, even if this time had been bad.

Ellen sighed a little. Most of the climb was fine--it was the sudden tumbling rocks that had tripped her up. She could go again, and perhaps it would be different. But all the same... so many of the people who took the climb didn’t seem to know anything about the tradition.

In all honesty, it just... sullied the act for her. Made it seem pointless. If she had learned all about it--made so many preparations--and people who were blissfully unaware had managed to complete it with such ease, it just meant that she just wasn’t good enough.

“I’m sure it was... I don’t know if I can go again,” she left it at that.

[HGF] Wounded Pride

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fashionistaextraordinaire:

“Hi, Ellen!” Evelyn exclaimed, waving at her with excessive vigor, “Why can’t I just lie out here? It’s comfortable! And it doesn’t feel all that cold. But…I’ve been drinking a ton!” She laughed again, resting her arm back into the snow. Why couldn’t she have a little bit of fun before someone wanted to ruin it? She just wanted to feel nice for the night! And the snow felt really nice!

“I’ve been drinking, that’s what!” Evelyn rose her hand again, and then her eyes crossed a prominent bruise on her wrist, “Oh! And I saw my ex! But that’s not what’s important! He’s way that way and an unimportant little bitch!” Her arm slumped over, pointing in the direction of where Leuda was. She probably got it right. Probably.

If there was a prime reason for Ellen to hate alcohol, it had to be the numbing effect it had on the senses that would end up hurting people in the end. When she was younger, she caught her father in a similar position, and that was perhaps the most frightening moment of her life as a child.

“Evelyn, I know it feels nice, but the alcohol is tricking you. Your pain sensors are blocked and as soon as you sober up it’s going to catch up with you,” she wasn’t a fan of being the doom and gloom prohibitionist, but at a time like this, she felt it was necessary. She didn’t want anyone to hurt themselves.

Ellen went over and tried to help her out of the snow. “You can tell me about it when you get out of the snow, please.”

Dancing in Circles || Open

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arcadiancowboy:

His first words weren’t that special, just asking “Ellen?” as if he didn’t know who she was just yet. The next to follow were probably meaner than he meant them, “What the fuck are you doing out here?” 

There were monsters in this part of the woods and Ellen ventured into them with a basket that now had various herbs and mushrooms. She came to his side and he briefly moved his hand away to reveal the bloodied mess that was his side, “Oh y'know. Monsters. Skewering me through the fucking hip, nothin’ unusual.” 

Mark hoped that Ellen would forgive him for being a dick, considering the condition he’s in at the moment. He was just lucky that Ellen was one hell of a healer. Possibly the best person he could have find him. Well one of the best, the only other possible best is someone else who was strong enough to pick him the fuck up and carry him. 

“…I also twisted my ankle I think.” 

When her older cousin cursed at her, Ellen pursed her lips in annoyance. She could see that he was hurt, but there was no point in getting cross with her. “I understand you’re hurt, but I was asking an honest question. And I’m foraging, although I’ve been steering clear of monsters, which is what you probably oughta consider.

She sighs a little bit, checking his wounded side. Quite a nasty gouge... Ellen tore the bottom of her apron, using it to blot the blood around the wound. “Twister ankle? Well, that certainly complicates this a little more...” Ellen said, thoughtfully. She wasn’t exactly weak, but her cousin was 6 and a half feet of solid muscle, and she couldn’t really manage that. “Do you think you���d be able to make it to the clinic on that ankle?”

Definitely a Problem || Open

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Scarlet figured the best way to pass out her cookies was... well, just go up to a few houses and see if she got any takers! Not the best plan, but she wasn't known for thinking things through. So, bundled up and snug and tight with her scarf up to her nose, the small girl marched right up to her next house and started slamming on the door. Beaming when the door open, she lifted the bag up with both hands and offered a muffled “Merry Christmas!”

Ellen was slightly startled by the loud banging on her door--enough to accidentally undo the whole row of knitting she was doing.

She pushed up the small reading glasses resting on her nose, setting her knitting aside and going to meet the young girl at the door.

“Oh!” Ellen said, covering her mouth with both hands at the sight of the girl all bundled up, holding up the bad of sweets. “Aren’t you precious! Merry Christmas!”

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Ellen raised her brows in surprise at the letter that came in the mail--she’d only spoken to the woman two times, she definitely didn’t expect to get money from her.

Old Balance: 87,578g 

New Balance: 92,578g

Treat Yo Self || Presents!

The worst part about running multiple businesses was that Evelyn barely had time to get presents for her friends and family. She was busy. She barely had time to go shopping, and she was busy running orders for the tailor shop that she couldn’t do anything personal with her sewing supplies. 

So, Evelyn had a better idea. Why not just give them money so that they could just get what they wanted?

She gathered a whole bunch of letters and stuck a note along with a select amount of cash inside. Inside, the note read:

Merry Christmas!

Thank you for being a part of my life, no matter how big or small of a role you’ve played. I truly thank each and every one of you for spending time with me. I wouldn’t be able to live on these islands without everyone supporting me. Please spend this money on something you’ve been wanting or a new experience. Just don’t spend it on bills. If I find out you’ve spent this money on bills, I will personally come to your home and smack you, so don’t even think about it ;)

Sincerely,

Evelyn de Sainte-Coquille <3

10,000G Each to: @theperfectheir, @sofiaquitecontrary, @thefairestrose

5,000G Each to: @nothisismason, @annodized, @wildfireisms, @heartisyoung, @jake-out-the-humans, @treasuresunknown, @endlessmadrigal, @arcadiancowboy, @bassheavyheart, @pelagopaolo, @forpetessak3, @obsidiansashimi, @arigatosmiles

New Balance: 480G

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Ellen earned 2,900g all together, thanks to Holiday shopping!

Old Balance: 84,678g

New Balance: 87,578g

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misterpxstman:

[ ✉️ ] — “That so? Well, that’s good. Uh–” He chuckles awkwardly. “–well. Not the whole ‘getting startled’ thing. Scaring people is not cool, and it’s not like– not like I’m the sort of guy who enjoys doing that, ya know?” Well… unless it had something to do with a prank, that is. “At least I’d like to think I’m not the kind of guy who scares people.”

As soon as the words leave his mouth, Dirk feels dumb for having let the girl hear his silly ramble and sighs. Not the sad or frustrated kind of sigh, but more like one of those small, half-exasperated, half-amused huffs, as if to say ‘oh you silly little derp, you!’, only that it was at his own expense rather than someone else’s.

“Hell yeah it is.” He agrees with an appreciative whistle, deciding to embrace the change in topic. “You definitely don’t see views like this in Leuda, that’s for sure. Doesn’t stop it from having its own unique charm, though.”

Ellen couldn’t help but giggle as the man was rambling, flustered, about how he didn’t want her to think he was the kind to scare people. She thought it rather silly, although she was glad that she wasn’t the one who was rambling as usual.

“Oh, Leuda? I actually haven’t been there in the winter.” Ellen said. She rarely ever went there period. “What’s it like?”

Snowy Outside [OPEN]

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irisdevereux:

Iris giggled as she saw the slight color change Ellen was undergoing. She must not take compliments well… Either that or Ellen was intimidated by her! She simply couldn’t stand it if the other woman was uncomfortable around her! Before she could begin to concoct a plan, the brunette called Iris elegant and tall, which made her smile from ear to ear.

“You’re simply too much, Ellen,” Iris replied, using one of her hands to wave away the compliment. “You know, when I was a girl, I hated that I was taller than many of my friends, boys and girls. Now, however, I’ve come to love my height. I feel…dignified, if that makes sense.” A butterfly caught her eye and distracted her from continuing the thought. She’d never seen a variation like that before…

“Pardon me,” she said, snapping out of the stupor. It was almost like that butterfly was glowing in the sun… “Would we happen to be close to this shop of yours?”

“Oh no, no, that makes sense. I have to admit, I’m a little jealous, though,” Ellen said, head tilting slightly as she though. “Most of the people in my family are quite tall--I’m the runt of the litter. Even my mother was tall, and she always had an air of authority about her,” Ellen said with a slightly sad tone. She still missed her mother to this day.

“Oh yes, we’re getting close,” she said. “Just a little further ahead.”

We Finally Meet! || Ellen & Iris

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[🐎] — “Gosh Ellen, I already bundle myself up as much as I can! Doesn’t really feel like it makes much of a difference out there.” She pouts and burrows her cheek deeper into the huge wooly’s fur. “This is much better– plus, I’m safe from the outside in here! No more arctic winds for me~”

With a sigh, she nods. “Yeah, that was my bad. This time was kind of an impulse thing but I’ll be sure to give you a holler next time.” At the mention of hot chocolate (she wasn’t havin’ any of that nasty, nasty leaf juice… unless it had milk), Georgia’s expression immediately brightens. “Oooh, I’d love some! And hey, I resent that. There ain’t nothing disturbing about cuddling with a monster friend.”

Well… friend might have been stretching it a little, but Georgia was a beastmaster. So by virtue, all monsters were automatically her friends, right?

Ellen gave an amused smile. “If you can still move you arms and legs, you’re not as bundled as you can be, Georgie.”

She shook her head slightly with an amused sigh. “No, there’s nothing disturbing about cuddling with a monster friend, but he’s bonded to me, if you’d remember, and that’s where the disturbing comes in,” she said. “Enough of that, though, and lets head into the house.”

Cuddle King || Georgia & Ellen

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jake-out-the-humans:

[ ⚔ ] —- His eyes narrow at her disbelieving tone, and he grimaces. “Of course I defeated it. I certainly fared a lot better than you did.” Tch. Like she had the right to act all condescending… especially when she literally got her shit rocked by the damn thing. All he offers up in response to her gratitude is a noncommittal grunt, and he scans the area for more enemies before glancing back down at the girl.

“…Come on.” He extends a hand for her to take. “Take it. Unless you can stand on your own. If so, then feel free to get up.”

Ellen was stung a little by the harsh tone the half-elf took with her--she honestly didn’t mean to undercut his achievement. “I-i’m sorry, I didn’t mean to--to say it like that, honest...” Ellen said, emotion getting the better of her, trying so hard to will herself not to cry despite her pain. She shook her head fervently. “I wasn’t strong enough--”

She tries to stand, but the shooting pain in her knee sends her back down, cradling it with a loud hiss. She then takes his hand and tries to pull herself up. “Thank you, thank you...”

Taming Gone Terribly Wrong (9/22/16)