Rose Hips and Grapes

Marlin Fischer Citizen of Pelagos Islands Owner of the Frutti D'Amore Winery 5,850G in bank

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Booty Calls || Marlin & Michelle

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Michelle grinned as he texted her back. She knew that he’d remember her. It was hard to forget a face like hers and she absolutely knew that. Her cat crawled up into her lap and she scratched behind his soft orange ears and chewed over a response before typing back. 

[to Nice Hands]: Good to see you remember ;)  [to Nice Hands]: and glad you think I’m charming~ 

She paused a moment, mulling over what to do. Does she let him return the text or does she just already jump and go for the kill already? She just followed up with: 

[to Nice Hands]: Couldn’t quite forget a face like yours y’know~

Yeah that’ll do.

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He's not sure what sort of conversation this is going to shape up to be. Flirtatious? Suggestive? Purely platonic? Countless questions and very few answers to glean right away. Marlin drinks down roughly half the glass of water in the time it takes her to reply - he really needs to get better about hydrating more when he's working so intensely - and he wipes at the stale sweat on his forehead just before he looks back at his phone.

So the jury is currently leaning toward 'flirtatious.' All right.

Marlin nibbles on his bottom lip as he finishes the water and absently goes to handwash the glass. He considers the tone of text messaging as he dries the glass and puts it away once more. And as he goes to collect his shirt from the living room and start drifting back to the bedroom, he settles on a response.

[to Michelle]: It's the eyebrows, isn't it? A bit difficult to forget, I agree.

Humor is safe but also threatens to change the mood. He tosses his shirt in the laundry basket and leans against his doorframe.

[to Michelle]: I hope your evening hasn't been as boring as mine?

That stimulates conversation, right? And a hint that he desires distraction?

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Booty Calls || Marlin & Michelle

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Michelle had waited a little while after getting his phone number before actually shooting him a text. She figured she might as well capitalize on this opportunity presented to her, especially since she had been going through a dry spell. And she was kinda bored. She sprawled out on her bed, comfortably propped on several pillows when she sent the first text. 

[to Nice Hands]: Hey~! It’s Michelle. Didn’t forget about me yet didja~? 

She the text went through and she contemplated how he was going to react to that. He probably didn’t expect her to actually send him a message, he seemed to have been going through an absolute drought compared to her dry spell. She could definitely fix that. 

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The likelihood that the young, pretty thing he met at Eros actually contacted him was slim to none, and Marlin knew that even as he slid the card over to her. He didn't pace at night. He didn't keep his phone in his hand so he would never miss a text or a call. No, he went on with life as normal, keeping short hours at the Ranch and long hours at the winery trying to get it up to snuff. He's just returned home from the winery, late as it is, when he receives a text.

He looks down at it, quirks a brow, then smiles in response. Well then.

[to Michelle]: How could I forget such a charming saleswoman who seemed determined to bankrupt me with her suggestive selling?

Marlin strips his shirt off and tosses it on the floor of his living room, moving to get a glass of water from the kitchen while he waits.

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Idle Chatter || Ellen and Marlin

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Expecting–or at least hoping–that Marlin would hand the basket back over to her when she held out her hands, but alas, he only handed over one of the pumpkins on the top instead. 

She furrows her brows slightly, not exactly appreciating the implication of the action, but she drops it when the man turns around and starts to walk. No point in being angry at someone’s back.

“I was going to take them out of the sun. Over by the farmhouse?”

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Initially Ellen responds with a wrinkled brow, like she's ready to fight him, and as Marlin turns away the corners of his lips quirk. He'd like to see her try, honestly. Not because he doubts she could win - he's old and brittle in so many ways - but because it'd be interesting to see how such a tiny thing harnessed no doubt years of anger compressed into such a small form.

"Fair enough," he says in response when she speaks, turning his course toward it. He walks in relative silence for a few moments before he looks at her again, slowing his pace so that she'll be walking at his side. "I assume I've offended you," Marlin says, and though he doesn't smile his eyes do twinkle in amusement. "It might be more effective if you actually talk about it rather than just frown at my back."

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Assessing The Competition || Micah and Marlin

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“Interesting? It isn’t all that different.”

If anything, this place was just as normal as Kardia farm, without the monsters who sometimes looked at him like he was some kind of snack ( Why did he seem to be the only one getting those weird looks? ). “The aroma doesn’t really bother me…” Was it supposed to? “And I don’t get any headaches from working here.” Was he supposed to? Sure, there were times he was by himself or overworking himself, but that wasn’t anyone but his fault.

“I also work at Kardia farm, so this isn’t the only farm I work at…” He corrected, seeming a little confused by this. He couldn’t help but wonder why the other was asking, getting a feeling this was kind of like when Minori came around. Was Marlin another farmer here to assess the competition just like Minori was? Well, regardless Micah was going to be honest with his answers.

“I love working on farms… But I picked this one first because it looked as though it could use help.”

Before Popuri, this place had been a big mess.

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Marlin looks over at the man as he responds, and he stares for a long moment, trying to figure out if he's being mocked. But no, he decides, no, the man simply seems to take things...literally? Perhaps that's it. Marlin looks away with a vague "I see," because what else is he supposed to say? He's never claimed to be a fantastic conversationalist.

"I work part-time at the Sunset Ranch," Marlin says. That's conversation, he decides. "And I've recently purchased a winery. The vineyard was a bit run down when I arrived, but perhaps with the right help I could make something decent of it." He rubs his chin while he talks, narrowing his eyes at a blossom in thought, as if it personally affronted him somehow. He clears his throat after a moment of silence. "My name is Marlin, by the way." Probably rude not to have introduced himself at first.

He looks at the man again. "What sort of help did it look like it could use initially? Was it in a bad way?"

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Specialty Shopping || Michelle and Marlin

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“Now that explains it~” She wasn’t super fond of most wines, the only time she had anything good was when it was fruity and sweet. Most of it was a little too dry for her tastes, but she has managed to have a few good ones. Though the good ones were usually sparkling. But she had to admire the physique it required to make wine. 

And the only thing that made it all the better was the fact she successfully sold so much to him. He was already on her good list. 

Michelle rang him up and wondered what exactly he was scribbling down on that card he had out, “You’re gonna have to come and visit me again you know. But ah~” 

She fluttered her eyelashes at him, “You know, I didn’t quite catch your name~” She needed to know what she was going to be moaning later, “I’m Michelle.” 

[+8,250g]  New total: 13,250g.

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Her tone is so bright, so friendly, so inviting, and Marlin smirks again as he scribbles. He's almost completely sure that all of that is flirty retail worker, a woman just happy to make so much on commission, but hey, he might as well take a chance, right? He doesn't get out enough. "As soon as I get my next paycheck," he promises dryly, teasingly.

He glances up when she introduces herself and inclines his head in acknowledgment. "Marlin. Pleasure to meet you." Marlin slides the card forward, and on the back is his name - Marlin Fischer - and his phone number. "You've been too kind."

He takes the bag once everything is placed inside of it and meets her eyes for another moment. "Take care," he says, backing up a step or two before he turns and walks out of the establishment.

Well. Even if he never hears from her, he has all the workings for a nice evening in.

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Idle Chatter || Ellen and Marlin

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Ellen was minding her own business, going through her daily work; the pumpkins that had been growing that summer were now fully grown and ripe so she set to work on harvesting and gathering them up. Putting them all into the basket she had near by, she was going to bring them to a spot out of the sun.

Heavy as the basket was, it wasn’t anything that she couldn’t handle. She had been accustomed to the heavy working that came with farm life. Her co-worker, the quiet one, Marlin, seemed to think she was struggling, though, and pluck it out of her hands. “Oh–I didn’t need help with that, thank you, though!” she said, waving her hands in front of her and giving a nervous smile. She had to admit, she was slightly intimidated by the man.

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Marlin looks down at her as she quietly protests and smiles at him. Ellen is nearly a foot shorter than him, seems soft, light, more diminutive in every way, and is possibly the least intimidating person Marlin has ever come across before. He blinks a few times, trying to figure out how to respond - giving the basket back would mean Marlin was admitting that he made a mistake, and he is not content with doing that at the moment.

He looks away, looks back down at her, then plucks one of the pumpkins from the top of the basket and puts it in her arms instead, then begins to walk.

"Where do you need this?" he asks a second time a little softer, but no less firmly, walking forward a bit aimlessly and expecting her to follow and eventually lead the way.

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Specialty Shopping || Michelle and Marlin

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Yeah this guy was definitely goin for a party with all the things he had on him. But hey she could dig it, she could play with this. But what was the best part was him becoming briefly flustered over her proposition. He dropped a few things and Michelle resisted the overwhelming urge to laugh. 

But he popped back up and recollected himself, and Michelle was slightly disappointed by this. There were going to be more opportunities to mess with him, probably, “Mmm, well you’re wrong there. We have a few ‘off the menu’ things.” 

She giggled and popped the cap on the lube, and poured a small dot on her fingertips. Not enough for proper usage but enough for him to get the idea. She took his hand and gently smoothed it over the crook of his thumb, “You have really nice hands by the way. They feel strong~” 

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Marlin had completely expected for the woman to put a drop on his hand from the bottle so that he could feel the effects himself, but no, she in fact puts it on her own skin, then smooths it over his thumb.

Marlin has never considered his straightened thumb to be phallic, but she seems quite intent on making him feel that way.

He holds her eyes as she shifts the lilt of her tone, compliments his hands, and his lips quirk again as he tries to hold back a laugh. "I own a winery and a vineyard," he says. "Strong hands are a necessity there." But he leans into the counter a little more, eyes flicking down to the trace of her touch over his thumb, feeling the sensation from the lubricant as it pulls heat to the surface, as it scatters tingles across his thumb.

Well.

"Ring it up. You've convinced me," he says as he gently extricates his hand from her and pulls a handkerchief from his pocket, wiping the lube off on it and feeling the residual effects. He absently picks up a business card displayed at the counter as well as a pen and flips the card over, scribbling on the back. "And what do I owe you?"

Marlin buys:

Condoms (ultra thin) (x5): 500g

Vibrator (slim): 1,500g

Specialty Dildo (The Fiersome): 3,000g

Anal Beads: 1,000g

Flogger: 750g

Nipple Clamps: 750g

Lubricant: 750g

TOTAL: 8,250g

Marlin's Money: 5,850g

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Idle Chatter || Ellen and Marlin

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Work on Sunset Ranch is not easy, per se, but certainly boring in and of itself. Plant things. Water things. Harvest things. Lift things. Day in, day out, the same process. Perhaps he'd have more patience for it if he owned the ranch, but no, he doesn't, he only works here part time now, and it feels in many ways like an utter waste of time to be here. The money is the only thing keeping him.

Marlin makes his way past one of his coworkers, a young woman named Ellen, and he sees her carrying what looks to be a very heavy basket of harvested pumpkins. He grunts and reaches without comment to pluck the basket from her hands and to carry it instead. He's here. He might as well assist, especially when she looks so small compared to him.

"Where do you need this?" he asks her, looking down with a faint frown and crease between his brow.

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Specialty Shopping || Michelle and Marlin

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She was going to hope that he did return, mostly because she would actually be surprised if he could fit the damn things. If he could it’d be feasible that she could fit her forearm in him. But he seemed amused by the tingling lube and explained his thought process with it and she snorted too. 

“Goddess, I have heard of so many people complaining about that. If you aren’t smart enough to wash your hands or just not touch your face after using it, then they deserve what’s coming to them.” Michelle twirled a strand of soft pink hair and took a moment chew on her words before speaking, “Well~ I guess it’s just a personal preference. It’s really hard to put into words just what makes it better. Buuu~uuuuut~” 

She looked him over, actually fairly appreciative of the form beneath his fairly unflattering clothes. Her lips curled and she gave him a wink, speaking in a low purr, “I could always give a demonstration…~” 

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Marlin glances down while he's setting his objects on the counter, making sure they're turned so that she can access the codes easily to charge him properly, but as he's setting out the nipple clamps she says something...rather surprising, and Marlin drops them on the floor. "Fuck," he swears under his breath, leaning down to pick them up, and he pauses for a moment down there, head spinning.

Did. Did she just.

Marlin clears his throat and stands up, setting them next to his objects, and quirks a brow as he meets her eyes with a small smile. "I rather doubt the owner of this establishment would appreciate that," he teases in relatively good humor for once, voice low and tone smooth. "I don't think he pays you to proposition customers. But I might be wrong."

He holds out a hand instead, tipping his head to the side. "Perhaps you can apply a bit here, on my palm," he says, holding her eyes. He's clearly relaxed, amused, engaged with her, not disgusted by her offer. "Not as fun, perhaps, but suitable."

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It's been...quite a while since Marlin has been seen outside of jeans, and as he considers the fit of his proposed attire he frowns. He doesn't even have a solid reason for going to the event. What's the point? He'll buy nothing. Perhaps he can generate some interest in his new business, but he's terrible at schmoozing in the first place. Rather wishes he had some sort of PR person to take care of things for him.

Marlin turns slowly, studying himself in the mirror. The shirt fits tightly around his fit arms, which isn't terrible - perhaps he'll forego a jacket after all - and the colors make his blue eyes pop a bit more. And the pants are...well, they're the tightest and straightest thing he's worn in recent memory, after ages of baggy jeans, but they fit...rather well.

Hm. Maybe this won't be a total disaster after all.

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Assessing The Competition || Micah and Marlin

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The day had been rather uneventful, no one really came in and he was by himself today. He had spent most of the day working in the fields, making sure they had flowers to sell later. There was nothing to really about customer wise, so it shouldn’t hurt right?

“Huh?”

“Oh!”

The younger hadn’t even noticed the other was around until they said something, having been distracted by gardening. Micah was one who let themselves get wrapped up in gardening. Cheeks became pink from embarrassment as he put his tools off to the side. He wasn’t going to need them to speak to the other. Were they here for tools, seeds, or flowers? Well he was going to find out sooner or later…

After setting the tools next to one of the fields, he immediately approached the other. He bowed apologetically before facing the older. “I-I’m sorry! I didn’t notice you!” While it wasn’t really something to apologize over, Micah felt he had to. “Yes I work for Popuri here at Fantastic Flowers!” Popuri was a really nice person like Raguna, how could he not work here?

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Marlin narrows his eyes in thought, trying to figure out why this young man would work for something as small as potpourri. Is it something one gets at a discount when they work on a flower farm? Perhaps they had too much stock and it sold poorly and they had to get rid of it somehow? Is it an incentive program? "Ah," Marlin finally says in response. Well. He doesn't want to judge him.

Marlin moves past the man, looking down at the flowers, He leans down to very gently trail the tip of his finger over the edge of a hibiscus's bloom. "It seems like an...interesting place to work," he finally says. "Bit of a headache, maybe, with all of the flowers and their aroma, but..."

The plants seem in good health. He's not murdering them, at least. "Do you like working here?" he asks curiously. "Why here over any other farm, if you don't mind me asking?"

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Specialty Shopping || Michelle and Marlin

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She was starting to get a better idea of what he could handle and he asked her about her personal experience with the toys and she had to let him down on that front, “Personally, I have no experience with either of these. It’s too wide and long for an average woman’s vagina and I am definitely one of the average women, and I’m also not terribly interested in anal play on myself.” 

Partners were another story. 

“But, personally I think that getting both is usually for the best. Mostly because I’ve had people overestimate their own ability and it lead to a few disastrous results. But all the same, I don’t know your sexual history or what all you’ve stuffed up there.” Michelle shrugged and smiled, before pausing to think, “Oh!” 

She snapped her fingers, “One thing I absolutely have to recommend though is our special tingling lube. It is fantastic.” 

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Marlin considers the woman in front of him, his lips quirked in amusement. A saleswoman. No wonder she's working this job. He wonders if she's working on commission.

He considers them both, then clicks his tongue. "Well. Perhaps I'll return at another time." Both seems too ambitious for him at the moment in terms of finances, and he'd rather not go into debt buying sex toys, of all things. She brings up something - tingling lube - and Marlin glances up at her, his smile widening further. "Oh?" he asks, the sound of a barely repressed laugh on his tone. "I'm sorry," he says, shaking his head. "All I can think of is the relative, ah, stupidity of the general population, and the fact that someone has no doubt applied that tingling lube and then scratched their face or their eye afterward. No doubt a miserable experience."

Marlin starts unloading his basket, still watching the woman. "Well, you've intrigued me. Tell me why I should purchase it as opposed to the lube I already have in my basket," he says dryly.

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Specialty Shopping || Michelle and Marlin

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It did amuse Michelle more than she would ever say that people on this island were absolutely thirsty. And slightly repressed. She would see people occasionally timidly come into the store, spot one of the specialty toys they had, and squeak. Few people were open enough with their own sexuality. But this guy was something different. 

He didn’t have the same timidness that most had when they came in and he just seemed to be interested in the toys. ‘Chell had to admit she was a bit impressed. But he seemed to accumulate a few things in his basket. Including the special toys. 

And when he set them in front of her, wanting a recommendation, she went into retail mode, “Well~” She picked up The Leudan Challenge, “I typically recommend this one for male buyers because of how it’s built. The way it curves hits the prostate just right and it’s also smoother, making it easier to insert and work your way to the thicker base. It’s also really helpful with anal training. The most negative the feedback gets is that if you are more experienced with this sort of thing, it could potentially slip out, but those cases are actually fairly rare.” 

She set it aside and picked up the Fiersome, “But with this one, you’d have to be a bit adventurous because of how it curves outward in the middle. It’s thicker and will also work something like a large anal plug if you get that part. The ridges have been a popular feature on it, but it also has been known to get stuck. If you decide to purchase this one, you will need a lot of lube. If you’re thinking you’re a little excessive with your lube, you aren’t. We want our customers to be safe with their purchases.” 

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Marlin hums at the appropriate times as Michelle describes the toys, tipping his head to the side and frowning. He flicks his eyes over both of the toys that they're discussing and reaches to rub his chin. After a few moments of quiet he lifts his chin. "I suppose the, ah, fear of it slipping out," he says dryly, "would be alleviated by less prep prior to use." He picks up the Challenge and turns it this way and that, considering it closer. After all, muscles are elastic in terms of both the anus and the vagina, each eventually shrinking back to how they stood before the beginning of play. The promise of greater prostate stimulation doesn't intrigue him; he's quite familiar with the location of his own prostate, could find it within three seconds with anything that he owns. "But the ridges are certainly intriguing," he adds, looking at the Fiersome.

The mere idea of it getting stuck makes him smile, however, and he shakes his head with a quiet snort. "I'm grateful for your advice." That comes out a bit dryer than he means for it to, but he manages to stay relatively...polite in tone. She isn't aware of Marlin's experiences, after all, and is no doubt paid to explain things as safely as possible.

"Have you tried either of them?" he asks, then pauses and closes his eyes tightly. "Scratch that," Marlin says just as quickly, opening his eyes to look up at her again. "Personal question. You don't need to answer it." Instead he tests the feel of each of them in his hand again, pursing his lips in thought. “I’m simply...hmm.”

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Assessing The Competition || Micah and Marlin

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Sunshine Farm isn't a bad place to work as a farmhand, but Marlin would consider it remiss if he didn't occasionally explore elsewhere, see what other farms Arcadia had to offer. Perhaps they have different crops available. Perhaps they use unique fertilizers. Perhaps they simply have more interesting work to tend to rather than at the farm. Either way, Marlin finds himself outside of Fantastic Flowers farm, glancing around at the fields.

It's...aggressively colorful, as one might suspect. And very sweet smelling. Not, not bad, but...his nose curls a bit at the sheer strength of aroma surrounding him. He walks carefully, making sure that he doesn't trod on any of the fields, any of the plants that are growing, and he pauses every once and a while to assess their quality.

As he continues on there's a blond working in the fields, and Marlin takes a moment to consider his form before he approaches. "I assume you work here," he says, then immediately regrets that verbal entrance. No, of course he doesn't work there, he simply enjoys rooting through strange and exciting fields every once and a while.

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Specialty Shopping || Michelle and Marlin

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-2,000G - Trip to Leuda

TOTAL: 14,100G

Marlin has dreams. Marlin has plans. Marlin has things that he is striving to accomplish on a day to day basis, week to week, month to month, and he's very good at pinching his pennies to guarantee that he can accomplish them in short order.

Marlin, however, is also a motherfucking tense individual, and thus it's mildly unsurprising when he ends up in Leuda in a very interesting shop.

Walking through Eros is enough to make Marlin's lips quirk at the edges. He...well. He's certainly not unfamiliar with everything that he sees. He takes his time, picking up certain products, weighing them in his hand, testing how they fit in his palm and under his fingers. He accumulates a certain amount of things in the basket that he picked up at the front, but he hesitates at a selection of two things and ends up taking them both to the front counter. It's quiet in the shop, so he doesn't feel too terrible about setting both specialty dildos - The Great Leudan Challenge and The Fiersome - in front of the cashier there and asking "Excuse me, which of these would you recommend?"

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Minigames - 7/18

Marlin gardened, tamed a monster, harvested from his smelly buffamoo, foraged, and caught critters, for a final total of 36,100g!

All the long messy details under the cut!

GARDENING

Beginning Total: 31,320g

@crimsonandsteel

Purchases:

Pumpkin seeds (x10) - 1,400g

TOTAL: 29,920g

@chikiithechicken

Purchases:

Fertilizer (average) (x10) - 15,000g

TOTAL: 14,920g

Marlin planted: [x]

Pumpkin: 3-star

Pumpkin: 3-star

Pumpkin: 3-star

Pumpkin: Eaten by stray

Pumpkin: Dried up

Pumpkin: 2-star

Pumpkin: 2-star

Pumpkin: 3-star

Pumpkin: Overwatered

Pumpkin: 3-star

TOTAL:

3-star pumpkin (x45) and 2-star pumpkin (x18) harvestable on August 1st

MONSTER TAMING [x]

Marlin attempts to tame a Cluckadoodle.

Marlin succeeds!

Marlin names her Loudmouth because she's always clucking.

MONSTER HARVESTING

Beginning Total: 14,920g

Onion the Buffamoo produced 28 milk from 6/18 to 7/16. Marlin sells these for 500g a piece for a total of 14,000g

TOTAL: 28,920g

FORAGING [x]

Antidote Herb - 250g

Plum - 300g

Coral Mushroom - 440g

Blackberry - 360g

Branch - 50g

Poison Mushroom - 520g

Black Branch - 200g

Weed - 5g

Common Mushroom - 395g

Oyster - 360g

Total: 2,880g

FINAL TOTAL: 31,800g

CRITTER CATCHING [x] [x]

Candle Firefly - 190g

Aegis Dragonfly - 600g

Lantern Firefly - 400g

Spotted Pond Frog - 300g

Azure Dragonfly - 220g

Emperor Firefly - 800g

Candle Firefly - 190g

Emperor Firefly - 800g

Kutsuwa Katydid - 200g

Rainbow Beetle - 600g

Total: 4,300g

FINAL TOTAL: 36,100g

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Activity Check - 7/16/16

Beginning Amount: 29,320g

Expenses:  

[-1,000G] For living in the Shade Apartments.

Income:

[+2,000G] For your first (main) job

[+500G] For updating your Biography / Diary pages.

[+500G] For updating your info in the Character Information doc.

Total: 31,320g