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Civic Duty, Nothing More || Chase & Gill

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“Aha, right. That whole thing–” Chase started, disappointed. He sank visibly with that reality, eyebrows bobbing briefly as if chiding himself for having had the thought as he gestured the other man in. Still, he watched Gill pass with a slight smile, taking him in for that moment before business was back on the table.

He should have figured it would be immediate, with the way that Gill hadn’t even bothered exchanging pleasantries it was painfully obvious what sort of meeting this was. Chase glanced to the manila envelope and pulled a face before reaching out to take it, looking at it without even opening it.

“Huh– well, lucky me. I don’t really need that, but I’ll take your time,” he replied, thumbing the cover open to see the amount before closing it again and settling it against his hip with a nod of his chin toward the other man.

“C’mon, Gill– what kind of greeting is this, anyways? No ‘hello, how are you?’ It’s nice to see you too. It’s been a while. You look great,” he huffed some offense with his smirk, eyes glancing over Gill again before more judgmentally to his own attire as he pushed his hair back from his face. “I only wish I’d had some warning or I’d have dressed better.”

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While Chase looked over the contents of the envelope, Gill let himself glance around the hotel room. Two beds. Both occupied, if their surroundings were to be believed. A girl, most likely; some of the belongings left out seemed a little too feminine to belong to Chase, even for as androgynous as he could be at times. Gill was tempted to be nosier— to pace, perhaps, and get a better look around while he did so. But then again, he wasn't entirely sure he’d like anything he saw. He already didn't like any of this on the surface as it was.

“I’m not here to chat,” he replied quietly, turning his icy gaze bad to the redhead. “My time is valuable, Chase. I’m here for your debt, or I’m here to coach you on how to pay it back. That’s all. I couldn’t care less how you dressed.” Though he wasn’t able to resist the urge to peek, if only briefly. Under the layer of ice he was still only human, after all. 

Maybe he should have called ahead, just to make sure he wasn’t caught in a situation like this. Though typically, according to the city, one tried to make their visit as random as possible in events like this— hoping to avoid the potential fate of missing your debtor as they attempted to evade your call. Maybe I should have just waited in the hallway instead, Gill thought to himself. 

Oh well. Nothing for it now.

“If you don’t need my help, then just give me the city’s money and I’ll be on my way. And if you don’t have it, just say so.”

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Knock Knock || Luna & Gill

[la-lunetta]

One more final. Just one. more. final., stood as a barrier between Luna and her freedom from the semester. She was grateful, at least, that her teacher allowed the students to fill a blue book with answers to potential essay questions that may be on the final test. The multiple choice questions would be simple enough for her, and while essays were not impossible for her, any advantage her teacher offered in assistance towards a possible better grade was something Luna did not pass up on. 

She had been halfway through the list of questions, handwriting within the blue book legible, yet small enough to conserve enough space for all the answers. Her desk sat clear, everything tailoring shop related neatly put away to give her enough space to work and hopefully finish without distraction. The shop had been lingering within her mind lately, prices and stock in particular attempting to catch her attention, beckoning for her to focus on them rather than her school work. But she continued to keep herself on track, giving herself little reminders that the semester was almost over, that if she finished her task at hand, then she’d allow for any distractions to overtake her mind, work included.

Of course, there were the distractions out of the realm of Luna’s control she had not considered. 

Three knocks caught her attention; solid, consistent, and giving off the sense of officialism. She had not been expecting anyone, and she could not for the life of her during the walk from her desk to the front door, think of who it might be that was calling upon her. She turned the deadbolt, then the handle lock, and lastly twisted the handle itself, opening the door and revealing a familiar face. 

Gill, who stood before her, was a face not only she had known from university, but one she recalled from home, as he was friendly with her sister, Candace. Her brows rose as her wide, blue eyes met with his, her mind cycling through any and all reasons why he might be the one knocking at her door.

“Hello, Gill…,” she greeted, still no answer making itself present in her mind, “What brings you here?”

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No matter how many times Gill did this, no matter how smoothly he said these lines? It somehow never got any easier.

“Hello, Luna,” he began, already feeling the well of guilt rising within him. Goddess, he hated calling on people he knew personally! “I’m here on behalf of city hall, actually. On the clock.” He made a show of pulling at his sleeve and tapping on the face of his watch, as though making some sort of joke to ease the awkwardness - but the joke lacked a punchline, and his face was too deadpan to carry any of the feeble humor he was attempting to inject into the situation.

He cleared his throat and continued, lowering his hand again. “I’m— actually here about a loan you took out with the city. I’m here to collect it, if possible— and if that’s not possible, then..” He scratched the back of his neck idly. “I’m meant to be sort of a resource to you, I suppose. To, you know. Work out a plan for repayment.. coach you on, um. Finances. That sort of thing.”

Not the smoothest delivery he could have managed, all things considered. Gill sighed. “Sorry about this. I don’t like doing this any more than I’m sure you like hearing it.”

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hello roomie [Gill & Carl]

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Wonderful, that was one of the things that made Gill easy to talk to - he enjoyed the pleasantries of conversations more than the dramas. Carl smiled, reassured as the other man turned his own attention to the walls of the now shared apartment.

“That’s not a problem at all– much easier for us to decorate together, wouldn’t you say?” he giggled, settling his knuckle to his chin to turn his attention more fully around the room. It felt more clean and clinical than homey, sure, but that seemed to fit with the other man’s personality very well. “I have some very cute art back in my old room on Arcadia– I’ll be sure to bring them with me next trip, if you want to pick out what you’d like in the shared space - but goodness they’ll be very cute around the kitchen and dining areas! This living room will need more color, but, ah–”

Carl smiled back to Gill apologetically. “I promise I won’t go too overboard, at least!♪”

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Gill absorbed the suggestions with a deadpan stare— turning a cocked eyebrow on his new room-mate as Carl seemed to pull himself back from apparently going too far.

“By all means, go overboard,” he said with a small shrug. “It should be just as much your home as mine. There’s no need to hold yourself back. I mean— as long as it’s tasteful, I’m sure I’ll like it just fine.” And if he didn’t like it, then they’d cross that bridge when they came to it. Gill had the utmost faith in his own ability to make a fuss over something he really didn’t care for. Besides, Carl didn’t seem the sort to go as overboard as he was clearly anticipating Gill to expect him to. 

“But really, that sounds fine. Next time we go home— or, I mean. Back to Arcadia. Together. I’ll help you bring some stuff back.” He shrugged once more, heading for the kitchen - as though to give his final ruling on the conversation. 

“Now.. come eat, yeah?”

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Eye On Your Wallet [Angela/Gill]

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Angela’s stomach churned. Real bookworms weren’t like the cute glasses wearing ones on posters at all! Just the thought of a real one wriggling around made her anxious and itchy. Not to mention, she never knew Gill to be so graphic!

“Okay, okay! You can stop now!” She waved her hands frantically in front of him. “Any more and,” she faked a gag, “I’m gonna be sick!”

Back on the track of something just as book related and much less horrifying, Angela felt a wave of relief wash over her. She bit her lower lip, pinching the tips of her fingers with the occasional drifting of her gaze to the spinning washing machines. At last, inspiration struck her!

“I guess just a regular ‘favorite character’ poll would be good.” She raised an index finger. “But! It could be like March madness brackets! That sound okay?”

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Gill huffed a sigh through his nose, but obediently stopped his description short. Thinking about book worms any longer was sure to make him sick as well, actually— so he was more than happy to quietly flush it from his brain.

“Now we’re getting somewhere,” he agreed quietly, crossing one leg over the other as he settled more comfortably against the laundromat’s bench. “A favorite character poll with— March Madness brackets, you said? I could see it, actually. It could even be rather— fun.” Not a word he ended up using often, but there it was. “I like it.”

“I’ll treat you to a meal at the library’s cafe if you’d like to come in and make a bulletin board for me with the brackets on it.” He shrugged. “I’ll be happy to help you set it up, but I’m not much of an artist, myself.”

[mollygoodgolly]

Netflix and Gill (and a fox) || Molly & Gill

[mollygoodgolly]

It did not take her too long to do her shopping, Molly going up and down the isles quickly and grabbing each thing she had marked on her mental list, as well as a few other things that caught her eye. Arriving at home, she immediately went to her room where a crate sat on the floor, greeting and releasing the fox she had adopted a few weeks prior, and making sure to take care of his needs first before finally making her way into the kitchen. She put most of the groceries away, leaving out a few things in order to whip up some dishes for the evening.

By the time she had finished preparing the food, and leaving a few things to cook in the oven, she realized her guest would be arriving soon (as she knew Gill would most likely come closer to 6:30 rather than closer to 7, if not 6:30 on the dot.) After some cleaning up in her kitchen, she made her way to her room, quickly changing into something more comfortable for a night in. She heard her doorbell ring just as she pulled her shirt over her head, almost tripping on the young fox at her feet as she ran down the steps towards the front door. 

She opened it, a smile on her face as her friend came into view, before stepping aside to let him in.

“Hello, hello, Gilly, please come in and make yourself comfortable.”

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“Hi Molly,” he replied, peeking into the room behind her even as he stepped over the threshold. Curiosity drew him in another step or two, immediately keen to take in her front hall. “Congratulations on the new house, by the way. I brought champaign. Not that I think it’ll be any better than yours, of course, but perhaps it’ll bring some good luck with—”

He stopped suddenly when his roaming eyes fell on a small animal a short distance away that disappeared almost as quickly as it had appeared. Whatever the little devil was, it was certainly cautious about its new houseguest. Gill blinked. It wasn’t a dog - he was fairly certain of that, even for as brief a look at it as he’d gotten. Probably not a cat, either. In fact, his mind reached immediately for what it must have been— and landed on an answer that he was sure couldn’t be the right one.

“...it,” he finished, belatedly, nearly having forgotten that he’d been talking only a second prior. He changed the subject quickly. “Um, Molly— are you aware that there is a...” Rudeness stayed his tongue. Probably not the best way to go about that question, actually. He turned to his friend, blinking. “I mean to ask— do you have a pet..?”

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Civic Duty, Nothing More || Chase & Gill

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Chase jolted awake, blinking and squinting to the clock on the table next to him. It was pretty early still for someone to be stopping by for anything, as far as he was concerned. He yawned largely, stretching his back out before looking across to the second bed in the room - empty, so his room mate was already out and this probably wasn’t for her.

He should probably say something. “Coming,” he called out, finishing it off with an even larger yawn and shaking his head to stay awake.

He rocked himself over the edge, looking himself over and the pajamas he’d shuffled into only a few hours prior before yawning again and starting over to the door.

And if there were anything in that moment that would wake him up, seeing a ghost would. Even if that was just a ghost of the past, it was incredibly potent to make his eyes widen in surprise.

“Er– Gill? What’re– you–” he choked briefly on the bundle of words that wanted to come out, shaking his head and squinting slightly as he stepped back to let him inside with a slight smile as though he accepted this ghost was maybe an angel instead. “Uh, wait– sorry, come in?”

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“Oh, sprites,” Gill sighed as Chase came to the door in his pajamas. Gill palmed his face, rubbing the corners of his eyes with his thumb and forefinger as he tried to re-shuffle the reality in front of him into something more palatable. Something he could still somehow be professional about addressing.

“Okay,” he began, looking up again— his face slightly pink where he’d been rubbing at it. Ready to try again. “I’m here on behalf of the city, actually, as deputy acting debt collector at Leuda City Hall. If you have a moment to discuss repayment options?” 

He made sure to get the entirety of this sentence out before stepping in to the hotel room, as though having said it had cast some sort of protective spell on himself— or perhaps a curse, for that matter. Something to keep things as chilled and professional as possible. To ruin any chance of pleasantries that might crop up between himself and the pajama’d man.

“I have some paperwork with me that you’re welcome to take a look at.” He held the manilla envelope out for Chase to take, his face an unflinching mask of ice. “There’s a letter within that lists your total debt, as well as the deadline by which you must pay it off before accruing interest. The city has also made me available to you to this morning to help discuss and customize a plan that will work best for you in terms of setting up future payments.”

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Paycheck [7 May 2016]

Expenses

[-1,500G] For living in the Inner Apartments with one roommate.

[-2,000G] Round trip to Arcadia. @thepelagoislands

Gains

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

[+1,000G] For your second (part-time) job.

[+1,000G] For your third (part-time) job.

[+2,500G] (+500 menu bonus) For being the boss of a business.

[+1,000G] For being an owner of a business.

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

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

Previous Bank Total: 62,666G Updated Bank Total: 68,166G

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Stressed Out In Aisle 5 || Open

After over 30 years of experience grocery shopping at the General Store, Veronica’s ability to forget the locations of some items was a feat of its own. She had looked in just about every possible location, even looking in some absurd areas just for the sake of being sure, but she still could not find what she needed anywhere.

To make matters worse, there was not an employee in sight. It couldn’t be helped, Veronica supposed, with the large amount of Arcadian business owners, it was reasonable for there to be job openings. That, of course, did not make it any less of an inconvenience.

Ready to give up, Veronica dropped her shoulders. There was always tomorrow to look again, wasn’t there? But it was in that moment of hopelessness, she found someone near the aisle she was just browsing. It no longer mattered whether they were an employee or customer, she just needed a human GPS.

“Excuse me. Can you help me find something?”

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Paid: 2000G to @thepelagoislands for a round trip Arcadia visit

New Balance: 60,666G

Each time Gill returned to Arcadia, he learned a little more about the process of how to successfully travel; typically, however, these lessons came in the form of some sort of failure. An abandoned hair brush, forgotten gel, a tube of toothpaste for his lonely toothbrush— no matter how carefully he combed the contents of his bag before setting out for the weekend, he’d yet to completely master the art of packing light.

Thank goodness for the General Store and for travel sized hygiene products. A quick pit stop usually tided him over for the duration of his stay, making most of his lessons easily forgotten in favor of packing a few extra books to enjoy during his short vacation.

An unfamiliar voice caught him off guard on this particular pit stop - and he paused, momentarily forgetting what it was he was looking for, turning to address the older woman who’d stopped him. He’d been just about to deliver something along the lines of an apology, that he didn’t work there - before thinking better of that course of action. Gill had been slightly lost in the store enough times by now to help someone find what she was looking for, surely; and there was always something to be said for being polite.

“Certainly, I’ll try— what are you looking for?”

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Your Friendly Neighborhood Debt Collector || Alice & Gill

@funlandalice

His last stop for the day took him to Inner Apartments — and this stop was very likely the stop that caused him the greatest discomfort. If all his appointments today had entered a contest to be the most uncomfortably awkward things they could possibly be, then this would be the one to win, hands down. Gill hadn’t recognized the name on the paper with the same sort of dread as he had his other too-familiar acquaintances today, but he’d recognized the address well enough to be properly mortified.

More than recognizing a contact, Gill hated even more when he lived in the same building as said contact. One was supposed to be able to maintain some decent amount of anonymity when working for the city government, especially for matters as unsavory as the collection of debt. Barring the ability to be anonymous, however, it was fairly good practice not to reveal where you lived - in case tensions ran hot. A chance meeting in the hallway, at the mailboxes, in front of the apartment complex at the wrong time? That layer of self-protection could so very quickly unravel into something downright sour.

He hoped against hope that this appointment would go smoothly, then.

Gill idly contemplated the (very ridiculous) possibility of showing up to Ms. Alice Richelieu’s apartment in some sort of disguise as he came to a stop in front of her door. But this was too ridiculous even to think about, really. Probably the most ridiculous thing he’d thought of all day, if not all month. Put away silly things like that before you make a scene, he told himself unnecessarily sternly, as though he’d done anything but smirked very slightly before raising his knuckles to the door to flat D204.

Then, he knocked— curtly, professionally, trying to maintain some semblance of looking important while he waited for a reply.

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hello roomie [Gill & Carl]

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Carl smiled, relieved and completely unaware that Gill had felt any sort of awkwardness in the hug he’d just endured. Carl instead shook out the feeling of his own overwhelming gratefulness to at least not be quite so emotionally ready to tear up for it. Goodness that would be embarrassing!

“Oh, dear, I guess that word isn’t what I should use,” he replied, expression tightening for a moment before smiling anxiously instead. He politely never addressed this sort of thing, and for good reason.

“It’s alright, slip of the tongue! It’s just not the same lately! Very– ah, I’ve had a few things said about me passing around here and there that aren’t all that pleasant to hear secondhand,” Carl giggled lightly at that, turning his attention away to the decor of their shared living space now that he was able to start absorbing it. “Just– it feels nice to be someplace new and fresh!♪ Speaking of, I love what you’ve done with the place! It’s very cute and comfy.♪ I hadn’t brought anything with me to hang– I figured I should get a feel for it before I knew what to bring with me~♪”

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“Oh,” Gill said again, immediately regretting having pressed the issue. Carl of course had been referring to a sort of personal issue involving finding Arcadia depressing - not the assumption Gill had jumped to regarding some overall objective state of negativity that the island as a whole had fallen into.

Well. This probably could have been avoided. Probably still could, too, if Gill had anything to do with it. Time to fall by an old stand-by: ignoring the situation blankly until it goes away. Gill said no more, allowing the change of conversation to wash over him as though it had been what they were talking about all along.

“Thank you,” he said curtly, eyes going to his own decorations. The walls were unfortunately a lot more sparse than in his father’s home; he hadn’t really had the time (or the money) to do much with the apartment so far. “I’m not sure that’s all to do with me so much as the architecture of the apartment itself, really, but. Well. You’re welcome to hang whatever you like.” Gill shrugged, running his fingers through the hair on the back of his head.

“I could probably use all the help with it I could get. I’ve never really had much of an eye for this sort of thing. Making things— homey.” He glanced to Carl, blankly. “I find I don’t usually pay much attention to the walls, myself.” At least until they’re pointed out, anyway.

[mollygoodgolly]

Netflix and Gill (and a fox) || Molly & Gill

[mollygoodgolly]

It did not take too long for her phone to chime in response from her friend. She brightened as the sound hit her ears, hoping that perhaps a somewhat immediate response could possibly mean he was not busy. She turned her attention to the phone, eyes scanning over the contents of the message as a wide grin came to her lips. She picked up her bag again, slinging it on her back as she began walking, his response having given her the answer to which direction she needed to head.

[To:Gill] \ o /  Sure sure, I would be happy to take a look :)

[To:Gill] I am stopping at the supermarket first and then will be heading home afterwards, so come by around 6:30-7ish or whenever :)

She stopped at the street corner just as she sent the message, looking to make sure no one was coming down the road before crossing the street. It had been a while since she even had company, let alone a night in with a friend; her cupboards could stand to be a bit more filled than their currently empty state. Plus, she had a few things she wanted to make as well, meaning a trip to the grocer was most likely the best choice. 

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[ To Molly: ] Alright I’ll be there

Gill sucked his teeth idly as he tapped back this reply, massaging his eyes with the ring finger of his left hand each in turn and checking the corner of his laptop’s screen for the time. A couple hours gave him time to take a shower, change, rest his eyes a bit— but not really enough time to finish the work on his first draft if he wanted to also be punctual. (And he did, indeed, want to be punctual - especially where Molly’s cooking was concerned.) He thought this over for a moment, before deciding to save his work and print it.

Molly surely wouldn’t judge him for a half-finished script. Besides, he doubted the script would be any less ridiculously camp by the time he’d finished polishing up the dialogue. If she was going to laugh at him for the script’s contents, a few dotted i’s and crossed t’s weren’t going to make or break his soon to be battered ego.

While his printer churned to life to spit out his half-finished work, he abandoned his work station (a make shit desk made from his kitchen dining table) — moving off to shower and get ready. Like clockwork he washed, soaped, rinsed, dressed, primped, and groomed; when he fetched the cooled pages from the printer top at 6PM, it came as no surprise to him that he’d taken exactly as long as he’d intended to. He left his apartment, locked the door behind him (he would have even if Carl had been home), and set off for Leuda’s residential district with the script tucked protectively under his arm.

He’d yet to visit Molly’s new house, though he’d congratulated her on the phone when she’d told him she’d closed the deal. He realized his error mid-walk, however, in visiting her home for the first time with only a short stack of papers in his hands — and thus arrived at her door at 6:38PM rather than 6:30PM exactly, having detoured to the Inner District’s drug store briefly to pick up a bottle of champaign as a house-warming gift. This he also tucked protectively under his arm, until he arrived at Molly’s door and rung the doorbell for the first time.

While he waited for an answer, he leaned slightly to the side - observing the bright pink panelling. So very Molly, he mused, amused.

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Knock Knock || Luna & Gill

@la-lunetta

He wasn’t sure he’d officially caught Luna’s last name before having to write it down to find her home, but it was fairly clear to him that he’d recognize the face once he’d come knocking. He’d repeated it to himself mentally several times on the way over. Had her name been Wilde? Had that been Candace’s surname? He couldn’t remember for certain, but he had something of a hunch that it was.

He wasn’t pleased, mind you, to have to come knocking at this door in particular. Gill hated to call on anyone he recognized for official business, but hated even more than that to realize he’d learned more information about the person than he probably ought to have in the process. Snowstyle Apartments was a particularly upscale apartment complex on the north end of the city; he’d seen their rental rates in the paper when he’d recently moved out of his father’s home. He’d opted for the Inner Apartments, himself, after finding Snowstyle atrociously overpriced.

To come knocking on one of the luxury, four room apartments on business for debt collection felt as though he’d come to call on someone in the middle of a very private, almost intimately embarrassing situation. Gill set his jaw stiffly, hoping that if he pretended not to notice, the embarrassment of the situation might just evaporate entirely.

He knocked, three times, briskly and curtly on the door to flat B102.

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Civic Duty, Nothing More || Chase & Gill

@i-chase-that-feeling

It was always awkward when Gill recognized the name before he showed. 

Now, standing in the awkwardly familiar hallway of the Bell Hotel, staring up at the awkwardly familiar plaque (reading room C03) beside the door that so clearly matched the address he’d neatly penned on the folded piece of paper in his suit pocket, Gill felt as though the familiar awkwardness was so palpably thick, it made lifting his arm through it to knock on the door difficult. 

Like waving to someone you wished you hadn’t run into. While simultaneously being encased in gelatin.

Still, duty called, and so would Gill. He cleared his throat, ignored the embarrassed heat in his face, steeled his nerves, and knocked curtly on the hotel door. Once, twice, three times for luck in this awful situation — loud, quick rapping that made sure to convey that this was not a friend come to call, but someone clearly on official business. He lowered his hand and waited, folding one hand over the other and trying to make himself seem tall and important and official while he stood in the hotel hallway.

[mollygoodgolly]

Netflix and Gill (and a fox) || Molly & Gill

Molly was thankful she had finished her last final, the weight of the semester finally off her shoulders as she entered into the freedom that was Summer break. Though she had taken a few classes in the summer previously, she had opted to give herself the few months break the university offered before the Fall semester began. 

But not only was she free of the school year, but somehow she had managed to free herself from work as well, not only for the rest of the evening but for Friday as well. It worked out, she supposed, as the stress of the end of the school year always made one feel as though they needed a day or two to completely recover. 

Lingering on the campus, Molly pulled out her phone, setting her rucksack down on a bench she stood next to, and opening a new message to send.

[To: Gill] Are you studying tonight?? Or busy?? Want to come over my house??

@gildedpages

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The text caught him with his nose so close to his laptop’s screen that it was nearly touching it. Gill blinked, rubbed his eyes, and pulled himself back into reality.

When had he hunched so far forward? When had he taken off his reading glasses? He found them discarded across his desk, sitting on top of the first draft he was now editing. This was a far cry from a final paper, however— the first script of a television show currently illuminated his laptop screen, bearing half the corrections he’d gone through so far.

A list of addresses sat ignored under the print-out. There was work to be done, of course, but even Gill in all his duty-minded responsibility had a tendency to self-prioritize work. How did the expression go? All work and no play made Gill a dull boy? Well— all painful work and no enjoyable work made Gill feel like he was going a little crazy.

Oh, right— the text message. The second reminder chime successfully reminded him about it, and he checked his phone blearily. Was he busy? When wasn’t he busy, these days? But did he need a break, too? Probably yes.

[ To Molly: ] No I’m done finals. I'm a little busy working on a

He paused here, glancing up at his laptop’s screen again. After a second of thought, he backspaced and continued instead:

[ To Molly: ] No I’m done finals. I was working on a script but I could use a break. Maybe I’ll bring it by? If you don’t mind taking a look.

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Paycheck [24 April 2016]

Expenses

[-1,500G] For living in the Inner Apartments with one roommate.

Gains

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

[+1,000G] For your second (part-time) job.

[+1,000G] For your third (part-time) job.

[+2,500G] (+500 menu bonus) For being the boss of a business.

[+1,000G] For being an owner of a business.

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

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

Previous Bank Total: 55,166G Updated Bank Total: 62,666G

[gildedpages-blog]

Delinquent on Delinquent Accounts ||  Closed

“Yes sir. Sorry sir.”

He’d been a couple weeks late on his assigned duties: sending letters out to the overdrawn citizens of Leuda Island, reminding them to please send their money to the government. He knew for a fact several had required a home visit that he simply hadn’t had the time to make, between a new job working as a writer at the brand new TV station, his post at the library, and school. But now with one of his higher-ups coming to him, he decidedly quietly that he’d have to make time.

The councilman had even left a stack of fresh new sheets of paper on the corner of his clerk desk— as though Gill’s lack of paper had been the cause for his delay. It was more than a little frustrating, really. Gill was drowning in paper. What he wasn’t drowning in was time, especially with finals fast approaching.

Ah, well. He’d have to put his textbook away and stop trying to double up on studying while he was working at city hall. Now he’d have to schedule meetings with delinquent accounts. Joy.

He thumbed through his calender for days he could squeeze in some rounds between studying and working at the library. Hell, he may even need to call out sick at the library in order to get some of these done. Losing the opportunity to make money while hounding others for some of their money— there was some sort of bitter irony in that. The sort of irony that lands you in a circle of hell, probably, he thought darkly as he got to work.

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I Refuse || Molly & Gill

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She nodded her head, grinning. “Yeah, why not? It would look real cute, too,” she said, leaning back as comfortably as she could manage in the library’s wooden chair. 

“Sometime’s I wonder if ‘tired’ is something that’s uhh-” she scratched her cheek, taking a moment to think of the word she was looking for, sitting straight up in her seat as though it would help the thought process. “…contagious!” the word came, a bit more eagerly than warranted, and certainly more eagerly than acceptable within the library. She blinked, grimacing as she recalled being in the building, before sinking into her seat again.

“Er…anyways…, no, I have to go to the casino after this; we are still short staffed…how about you, do you have anything for the rest of the day? Well, after this, of course.”

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Gill winced as Molly raised her voice— and for a moment, had to stifle the urge to shush her. He wasn’t on duty, so technically he had no business bringing business into their conversation. (And there was, of course, the small fact that friends don’t typically enjoy being shushed by friends.)

So instead he bit his tongue and did his best to nod approvingly.

“I think it is contagious,” he agreed. “There’s nothing that makes me more tired than seeing other people being tired. Like when you’re in the room with someone and they yawn, and it makes you yawn as well?” Even just talking about it made him want to yawn. There was no time to go succumbing to that now, though.

“Nothing after this, no. Just some homework, maybe cook dinner. I’m tempted to grab a coffee, but I think I ought to let my body start winding down, hmm? Anyway.” He cracked open the binder he’d set out while they’d been talking. “Tutoring, that’s what we’re here for, hmm? Let’s get through some of it so we can both get out of here. As much as I love the library, I’ll be very happy to go home.”

He tried on a small, thin smile. “What are we taking a look at today?”