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Luna was paid for being absolutely perfect...

Pretty in Pink Nails || Luna & Mistel

A trip to the beauty salon was always one Luna enjoyed making. There was nothing like this on Arcadia, so when she finally moved to Leuda, she couldn't help but to spoil herself a little; particularly with manicures. She always had color ok her nails, making sure they were at the perfect length and never too long. Doing her nails herself was always fun, though no matter how many tutorials she watched or how carefully she did them. She could never achieve the quality that a salon professional always easily managed. It was every two weeks she found herself setting time, and money of course, aside to have her nails done. Weekly appointments might have been something she would consider had her rent not been 8,000G a month, however she supposed settling for every two certainly wasn't terrible. And it was every two weeks she enjoyed the time spent with the manicurist, one Mister Mistel Kleinheinz. He was pleasant to chat with, if not about a few things going on in life then about university, as he was a familiar face from campus as well. Luna gave her nails a once over as she arrived at the salon, frowning at the chips and spaces between her cuticles and the lines of polish. It was only a matter of time before they would be in tip top shape again, but still, the sight of a nail in need of a manicure was not one she enjoy, and certainly not one she enjoyed on herself. She approached the counter, standing before it as she waited for someone to come towards it. @mis

#mistermistletoe #pi:mistel #5

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Business Savvy [Candace/Luna]

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Running a business was no cake-walk; running a business during finals proved to be the exact opposite of one. As the semester drew nearer and nearer towards its end, Luna found herself closer and closer to a potential breakdown…maybe…if she could allow herself to actually breakdown. Constant running was how she functioned; and while she could most likely handle the pressure of both school and a business under normal circumstances, she wouldn’t exactly say her state of mind allowed her such circumstance.

It had been long, too long, since she last spoke to her sister; far longer than Luna would have ever thought. It was taxing on her, and yet as much damage as it was doing, the young woman was too stubborn to even pick up the phone and at least hold a civil conversation. So when the thought crossed her mind that perhaps she should make the phone call, she instead glared at the phone, allowing the bitter idea of ‘well why hasn’t she bothered to call yet,’ flicker in her mind. Of course, knowing her sister all to well, the answer was not something of a puzzle, and sometimes enough to make her feel a tad bit guilty…

But it was tonight of all nights, as she studied for a very big, very important final to be held in the early hours of the next morning, that her phone rang. Looking up as it sounded, she had half a mind to ignore it and return to studying. But something told her, urged her to put the highlighter down and answer the phone. She stood from her seat, crossing the room to where the cordless receiver was mounted to pick it up.

“Hello?”

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Someone really ought to hand out medals or trophies or something for small achievements liket his. Didn’t Hang Up The Moment The Person You Dreaded Calling Picked Up. That’s what would be engraved in her trophy that someone should be handing her.

“Hi—” Candace began, slowly and awkwardly, her voice slightly strained and tight with nerves. She cleared her throat, hoping to make it sound more normal. Less squeaky. “It’s Candace,” she continued, as though such a thing needed clarifying. Though actually, it really might have - she couldn’t quite put away the small fear that Luna had somehow forgotten the sound of Candace’s voice over the phone. She wouldn’t have blamed her; it had been a while.

Quick, small talk. That’s what came at the start of making a tough conversation easier, right? “..How are you?”

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The 'hi' was enough to alert Luna of who it was that had been calling her that evening. In all honesty, it had taken her by surprise, eyes blinking wide as she wondered if this was truly reality or perhaps a hallucination from studying too long. But as the voice continued, she settled into believing that it truly was reality that her sister was on the other line. "Hi," stopping herself from tagging in an 'I know,' and instead answering the question her sister posed to her.

"I'm good. Busy with finals, but good..." She pursed her lips as she thought a few moments, settling into a chair not far from the phone's wall mount. She continued with the small talk, directing the question towards Candace.

"How about you?"

#pi:candace #whip stitched #4

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Knock Knock || Luna & Gill

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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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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?”

#gildedpages #pi:gill #3

Luna did the thing for money

There was always something thrilling about winning. Luna was surprised that her first ever trip to the Casino resulted in such an increase in funds; the young fashionista having only heard stories of horror from gambling all of ones money. She didn’t suppose it would be a place she would frequent, however visiting once in a while wouldn’t hurt, she supposed. But to walk in with only 2,000G to her name and to leave with a bit over than 16,000G? If this were to happen all the time, she might even think to visit more than once in a while, as her winnings were enough to pay for four months of her rent.

But she knew, of course, that depending on luck to pay the bills was not what she was about, and certainly not a reputation she would like to be known for. A casino trip to help pad her pockets when she needed was enough, and goodness right now did she need it now.

Starting Balance: 2,000G

Ending Balance 16,400G

#pi:casino #pi:money #2

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Business Savvy [Candace/Luna]

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Candace was beginning to forget how it felt to not have the skin around the eyes rubbed raw from salt and the rough fabric of her cardigans’ sleeves. Pulling the business out of debt had been a slow, arduous climb— but with debt collectors at bay, the tailor’s wasn’t exactly in the clear. Operating just over the black didn’t bode exceptionally well for the continued good health of the business— and wasn’t going to keep those letters from reappearing either.

She sat by the phone more nights than she cared to admit, despite never actually making the call (or receiving one either, for that matter). Usually she chickened out, picked herself up, and busied herself with something else. But every night she debated it while mopping quiet, nervous tears into her sleeve and hopping grandma Shelly wouldn’t see.

Tonight, however, something compelled her to finally pick up the receiver. She’d dialed the number before she could stop herself and tried to make her grip like iron as she held the phone to her ear, trying her hardest to keep herself from slamming it down again before her sister could pick up.

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Running a business was no cake-walk; running a business during finals proved to be the exact opposite of one. As the semester drew nearer and nearer towards its end, Luna found herself closer and closer to a potential breakdown...maybe...if she could allow herself to actually breakdown. Constant running was how she functioned; and while she could most likely handle the pressure of both school and a business under normal circumstances, she wouldn’t exactly say her state of mind allowed her such circumstance.

It had been long, too long, since she last spoke to her sister; far longer than Luna would have ever thought. It was taxing on her, and yet as much damage as it was doing, the young woman was too stubborn to even pick up the phone and at least hold a civil conversation. So when the thought crossed her mind that perhaps she should make the phone call, she instead glared at the phone, allowing the bitter idea of ‘well why hasn’t she bothered to call yet,’ flicker in her mind. Of course, knowing her sister all to well, the answer was not something of a puzzle, and sometimes enough to make her feel a tad bit guilty...

But it was tonight of all nights, as she studied for a very big, very important final to be held in the early hours of the next morning, that her phone rang. Looking up as it sounded, she had half a mind to ignore it and return to studying. But something told her, urged her to put the highlighter down and answer the phone. She stood from her seat, crossing the room to where the cordless receiver was mounted to pick it up.

“Hello?”

#whip stitched #1

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