Quartz in Selphia

The Adventures of QuartzFox in Selphia: An entire blog dedicated to the You in Rune Factory OC of QuartzFox. ASKS WELCOME!!!! (Tracking "SelphianQuartz" and "QuartzInSelphia")

[selphianquartz]

The Impossible (from Quartz' Journal)

It never fails. Every single time, the same old song.

I always fall for the impossible ones.

They say, follow your heart. They say, your heart knows what's best for you. I say, they're idiots. Have you Met my heart? Do you know what kind of stupidity it gets me into? Because seriously, no matter what I do, or where I go, I'm guaranteed to fall for someone who can never see me as anything other than a friend.

In some ways it's not so bad. It's kind of nice knowing that I'll be safe, that they can't hurt me any more than I've already hurt myself. There's a certain security in caring about somebody who wants good things for you, and who wants you to be happy, even if they don't want to be the one you find happiness with.

It's that way with Leon. We laugh together, and he lets me play with his hair. I teased him about wanting some of it to spin, he threatens to shave it off and give it to me. And every time I believe him, as if there was ever any chance he would do it. I'm gullible that way, and he loves me for it. Just not the way I wish he would.

It was that way with Clark too. Only we took turns, one of us would crush on the other and then get over it, just in time for the other to start crushing back. Guess it's a little late for that now...

It's always been that way with me. I guess I'm getting used to the idea now. Still, I can't help but wish that it was different. But maybe one day, I can get past my own Hang-Ups and I'll give my heart to someone who not only won't Flinch away, but might even offer me theirs back in return...

[dorksinselphia]

CONCEPT: a yirf-zine where everyone draws their OCs and also are assigned to draw another participant's OC, mostly to fill out the pages. Now if only the fandom were bigger and I had any sort of concept of how zines worked.

I honestly have no idea how zines are set up either but I’ll just leave this idea here in case anyone is interested?? :0

[selphianquartz]

I like this idea but if someone who can't draw, at least not worth the name, I have mixed feelings. Oo.

[selphianquartz]

...( I am a terrible person and I completely ignored Quartz' 36 birthday, which in her tradition is an important number.)

[selphianquartz]

A Sign on the Door

There’s a new sign on the door of Dyed Knits and Purls.

“OUT OF BUSINESS,” it reads in large and not entirely neat letters. Beneath that, in a smaller size, it says, “Thank you for all your support.”

Inside, if one were to peek in the window, one would see many boxes, half packed. Some hold clothing, but most with wool, yarn, and related supplies.

Quartz is likely to be seen puttering about fretfully, checking boxes against a rather long list, a worried expression on her face.

[yirf-babs]

Holding a crate of produce- Fergus walked on over to the cafe- his eyes staring down at the crate full of producr, it wasn’t much but it’s enough for Emmee to make some food. He stopped as he spotted the sign on Quartz- door. His brow furrowed as he put the crate down, thinking that he had a bit of time to check up on his friend- worried as to what the sign was about. He walked up to the door and gave a soft but load knock

[selphianquartz]

The knock startles her and Quartz drops her pencil. “Coming!” she calls out as she bends down to pick it up, then nearly trips on her skirt. She forces herself to take a deep breath and get calm before she opens the door.

Her surprise is renewed when she looks up (and up!) at Fergus. “Hi! Come in! Excuse the mess. Can I get you something? Is everything okay?” She steps aside, inviting him into the chaos that is her home.

[yirf-babs]

Fergus smiled and ducked his head under her door way, and let himself in. “Hello Quartz. No I am fine- I am just stopping by on my way to Emmee’s” he glanced over at the boxes and then back at her “How about you? How are you?”

[selphianquartz]

Running a hand through her already tousled hair, Quartz smiles up at him. “Oh, I’m okay. Mostly. A little crazy right now… but I guess you probably noticed that,” she says with a smile and a gesture around the room. “I’m going to be sending some of my finished things out, and I’m getting ready to start a new venture. I’m hoping it’ll be a little more successful,” she adds wryly. “My textile business has been doing so well that I’ve decided to keep it as a hobby and only as a hobby. Instead, I think I would like to try being a language coach. I mean, there are a whole bunch of new people coming into town, and I’m sure some of them might appreciate a little help with the intricacies of the Noradian language. I’m good with tongues,” she says with a grin and a slight blush. “But I also think it would be good for me to be a little less anti-social. I feel kind of awkward around people, and hiding from them is not the way to get over it.”

[yirf-babs]

Fergus gave a nod and smiled warmly, “Ah so it’s just that.” He glanced around at the boxes and clutter, “I don’t think you look crazy. You always look nice.” He looked back at the door and then at her “Do you need some help loading up boxes…? I don’t really have to be anywhere. And unlike ypu I think you’re wonderful company and not award to be around.”

[selphianquartz]

Well, that does it. Quartz goes from Rose to Cherry. “I, umm… th-thanks,” she says, looking away for a moment. But she can’t hide the goofy smile either. “I think I’m okay, I can manage,” she says as she looks around and runs a hand through her hair again. Then she sighs, her expression changing to one of resignation.

“But yeah. You know what? I think… I think I should take you up on that. I’d appreciate it, really. It’s not so much that everything is heavy, but I’m just really not very organized. Which I guess you could tell by looking, huh. Mostly it’s done except for the packing and sealing and labeling parts.

“Can I tell you something and you won’t think I’m dumb? I mean it sounds really stupid. I love making things for people and I love giving them to people. It’s one of the reasons the business wasn’t doing so well is that I don’t like asking people for money, but even though I love to make and give people things, there’s always a part of me that’s a little bit sad at The Parting, you know? I’m super glad that the things that I make are going to a good home where they will be used and loved and appreciated, but there’s a part of me that’s going to miss them too. Even though they’re only things.” Only now does she look back at the tall, magical man.

[yirf-babs]

Fergus smiled at her and listened to what she had to say, “I don’t think you’re dumb. I feel every similar when I make my wood carved nic-naks.” He crouched down in the center of boxes, he was still fairly tall for a man sitting. “Although I’m sad to see them go I am too happy that whomever has them is just as halpy. And for that I choose to be happy then at a loss.” He looked at the boxes and then back at her “Where do I start?”

[selphianquartz]

This time, there’s relief in her eyes and the uncertain smile that trembles on her lips. “Thank you for that, too…” Looking at the list in her hands, she reaches for the carved spindle stuck in her hair, touching it as though it were a luck charm, the gesture as automatic as the way she bites her lip in worried thought.

“I have the addresses written out, I’ve marked each package and I just need to put the addresses on and tape them up really. Well, and I guess, you know, put things in a little more neatly… But if you could help me secure them, Arthur said he can have the Airship crew pick them up later this afternoon.”

Suiting action to word, Quartz starts refolding scarves and sweaters and shawls. There are about a dozen boxes, plus half a dozen more of dyed wool hanks. “I’m really bad with changing things. I don’t like change and I’m not good at it. But I think it’s time. Running the shop was fun and I learned a lot, but it wasn’t right for me. I like doing things for people and I like helping people. There’s no reason I can’t keep doing my crafts for fun, and find a better way to make a living. So I was thinking… Do you know anybody who could use a Language Coach? You know, someone to tutor them in Noradian?”

[yirf-babs]

Fergus took some newspaper and crumbled it up to place in the box in front of him, looking at her to make sure he was doing it correctly. “I definitely think you should continue to do your crafts. But do it just to do them. As for if I know anyone..” He looked down at the box as he packed it “A lot of people here could learn more about Univir and dragon language. So perhaps just advertise that you are having a class? And let people come. Make it more of a lecture per say?”

[selphianquartz]

Quartz nods at his actions and continues to fold things up. Taking one of the boxes from him, she lays some brightly colored tissue paper over the newsprint. Shaking her head at a glimpse of the headline, she sighs. "These newspapers drive me nuts.

"I have have to admit, I don't know much about the Univir language. I know some Draconic, but I don't know if I'm good enough to teach it. Especially considering that most of what I know comes from the prayers I learned growing up... As for a lecture, I don't know. I'd rather work with a small group teaching them a little more Hands-On, anyway. Lecturing... I don't know. Maybe for a first time, and then people could come to me for individual tutoring?" She covers the garment with more tissue and looks around for the tape.

[selphianquartz]

A Sign on the Door

There’s a new sign on the door of Dyed Knits and Purls.

“OUT OF BUSINESS,” it reads in large and not entirely neat letters. Beneath that, in a smaller size, it says, “Thank you for all your support.”

Inside, if one were to peek in the window, one would see many boxes, half packed. Some hold clothing, but most with wool, yarn, and related supplies.

Quartz is likely to be seen puttering about fretfully, checking boxes against a rather long list, a worried expression on her face.

[yirf-babs]

Holding a crate of produce- Fergus walked on over to the cafe- his eyes staring down at the crate full of producr, it wasn’t much but it’s enough for Emmee to make some food. He stopped as he spotted the sign on Quartz- door. His brow furrowed as he put the crate down, thinking that he had a bit of time to check up on his friend- worried as to what the sign was about. He walked up to the door and gave a soft but load knock

[selphianquartz]

The knock startles her and Quartz drops her pencil. “Coming!” she calls out as she bends down to pick it up, then nearly trips on her skirt. She forces herself to take a deep breath and get calm before she opens the door.

Her surprise is renewed when she looks up (and up!) at Fergus. “Hi! Come in! Excuse the mess. Can I get you something? Is everything okay?” She steps aside, inviting him into the chaos that is her home.

[yirf-babs]

Fergus smiled and ducked his head under her door way, and let himself in. “Hello Quartz. No I am fine- I am just stopping by on my way to Emmee’s” he glanced over at the boxes and then back at her “How about you? How are you?”

[selphianquartz]

Running a hand through her already tousled hair, Quartz smiles up at him. “Oh, I’m okay. Mostly. A little crazy right now… but I guess you probably noticed that,” she says with a smile and a gesture around the room. “I’m going to be sending some of my finished things out, and I’m getting ready to start a new venture. I’m hoping it’ll be a little more successful,” she adds wryly. “My textile business has been doing so well that I’ve decided to keep it as a hobby and only as a hobby. Instead, I think I would like to try being a language coach. I mean, there are a whole bunch of new people coming into town, and I’m sure some of them might appreciate a little help with the intricacies of the Noradian language. I’m good with tongues,” she says with a grin and a slight blush. “But I also think it would be good for me to be a little less anti-social. I feel kind of awkward around people, and hiding from them is not the way to get over it.”

[yirf-babs]

Fergus gave a nod and smiled warmly, “Ah so it’s just that.” He glanced around at the boxes and clutter, “I don’t think you look crazy. You always look nice.” He looked back at the door and then at her “Do you need some help loading up boxes…? I don’t really have to be anywhere. And unlike ypu I think you’re wonderful company and not award to be around.”

[selphianquartz]

Well, that does it. Quartz goes from Rose to Cherry. “I, umm… th-thanks,” she says, looking away for a moment. But she can’t hide the goofy smile either. “I think I’m okay, I can manage,” she says as she looks around and runs a hand through her hair again. Then she sighs, her expression changing to one of resignation.

“But yeah. You know what? I think… I think I should take you up on that. I’d appreciate it, really. It’s not so much that everything is heavy, but I’m just really not very organized. Which I guess you could tell by looking, huh. Mostly it’s done except for the packing and sealing and labeling parts.

“Can I tell you something and you won’t think I’m dumb? I mean it sounds really stupid. I love making things for people and I love giving them to people. It’s one of the reasons the business wasn’t doing so well is that I don’t like asking people for money, but even though I love to make and give people things, there’s always a part of me that’s a little bit sad at The Parting, you know? I’m super glad that the things that I make are going to a good home where they will be used and loved and appreciated, but there’s a part of me that’s going to miss them too. Even though they’re only things.” Only now does she look back at the tall, magical man.

[yirf-babs]

Fergus smiled at her and listened to what she had to say, “I don’t think you’re dumb. I feel every similar when I make my wood carved nic-naks.” He crouched down in the center of boxes, he was still fairly tall for a man sitting. “Although I’m sad to see them go I am too happy that whomever has them is just as halpy. And for that I choose to be happy then at a loss.” He looked at the boxes and then back at her “Where do I start?”

[selphianquartz]

This time, there's relief in her eyes and the uncertain smile that trembles on her lips. "Thank you for that, too..." Looking at the list in her hands, she reaches for the carved spindle stuck in her hair, touching it as though it were a luck charm, the gesture as automatic as the way she bites her lip in worried thought.

"I have the addresses written out, I've marked each package and I just need to put the addresses on and tape them up really. Well, and I guess, you know, put things in a little more neatly... But if you could help me secure them, Arthur said he can have the Airship crew pick them up later this afternoon."

Suiting action to word, Quartz starts refolding scarves and sweaters and shawls. There are about a dozen boxes, plus half a dozen more of dyed wool hanks. "I'm really bad with changing things. I don't like change and I'm not good at it. But I think it's time. Running the shop was fun and I learned a lot, but it wasn't right for me. I like doing things for people and I like helping people. There's no reason I can't keep doing my crafts for fun, and find a better way to make a living. So I was thinking... Do you know anybody who could use a Language Coach? You know, someone to tutor them in Noradian?"

[selphianquartz]

A Sign on the Door

There’s a new sign on the door of Dyed Knits and Purls.

“OUT OF BUSINESS,” it reads in large and not entirely neat letters. Beneath that, in a smaller size, it says, “Thank you for all your support.”

Inside, if one were to peek in the window, one would see many boxes, half packed. Some hold clothing, but most with wool, yarn, and related supplies.

Quartz is likely to be seen puttering about fretfully, checking boxes against a rather long list, a worried expression on her face.

[yirf-babs]

Holding a crate of produce- Fergus walked on over to the cafe- his eyes staring down at the crate full of producr, it wasn’t much but it’s enough for Emmee to make some food. He stopped as he spotted the sign on Quartz- door. His brow furrowed as he put the crate down, thinking that he had a bit of time to check up on his friend- worried as to what the sign was about. He walked up to the door and gave a soft but load knock

[selphianquartz]

The knock startles her and Quartz drops her pencil. “Coming!” she calls out as she bends down to pick it up, then nearly trips on her skirt. She forces herself to take a deep breath and get calm before she opens the door.

Her surprise is renewed when she looks up (and up!) at Fergus. “Hi! Come in! Excuse the mess. Can I get you something? Is everything okay?” She steps aside, inviting him into the chaos that is her home.

[yirf-babs]

Fergus smiled and ducked his head under her door way, and let himself in. “Hello Quartz. No I am fine- I am just stopping by on my way to Emmee’s” he glanced over at the boxes and then back at her “How about you? How are you?”

[selphianquartz]

Running a hand through her already tousled hair, Quartz smiles up at him. “Oh, I’m okay. Mostly. A little crazy right now… but I guess you probably noticed that,” she says with a smile and a gesture around the room. “I’m going to be sending some of my finished things out, and I’m getting ready to start a new venture. I’m hoping it’ll be a little more successful,” she adds wryly. “My textile business has been doing so well that I’ve decided to keep it as a hobby and only as a hobby. Instead, I think I would like to try being a language coach. I mean, there are a whole bunch of new people coming into town, and I’m sure some of them might appreciate a little help with the intricacies of the Noradian language. I’m good with tongues,” she says with a grin and a slight blush. “But I also think it would be good for me to be a little less anti-social. I feel kind of awkward around people, and hiding from them is not the way to get over it.”

[yirf-babs]

Fergus gave a nod and smiled warmly, “Ah so it’s just that.” He glanced around at the boxes and clutter, “I don’t think you look crazy. You always look nice.” He looked back at the door and then at her “Do you need some help loading up boxes…? I don’t really have to be anywhere. And unlike ypu I think you’re wonderful company and not award to be around.”

[selphianquartz]

Well, that does it. Quartz goes from Rose to Cherry. “I, umm… th-thanks,” she says, looking away for a moment. But she can’t hide the goofy smile either. “I think I’m okay, I can manage,” she says as she looks around and runs a hand through her hair again. Then she sighs, her expression changing to one of resignation.

“But yeah. You know what? I think… I think I should take you up on that. I’d appreciate it, really. It’s not so much that everything is heavy, but I’m just really not very organized. Which I guess you could tell by looking, huh. Mostly it’s done except for the packing and sealing and labeling parts.

"Can I tell you something and you won’t think I’m dumb? I mean it sounds really stupid. I love making things for people and I love giving them to people. It’s one of the reasons the business wasn’t doing so well is that I don’t like asking people for money, but even though I love to make and give people things, there’s always a part of me that’s a little bit sad at The Parting, you know? I’m super glad that the things that I make are going to a good home where they will be used and loved and appreciated, but there’s a part of me that’s going to miss them too. Even though they’re only things.” Only now does she look back at the tall, magical man.

[selphianquartz]

A Sign on the Door

There’s a new sign on the door of Dyed Knits and Purls.

“OUT OF BUSINESS,” it reads in large and not entirely neat letters. Beneath that, in a smaller size, it says, “Thank you for all your support.”

Inside, if one were to peek in the window, one would see many boxes, half packed. Some hold clothing, but most with wool, yarn, and related supplies.

Quartz is likely to be seen puttering about fretfully, checking boxes against a rather long list, a worried expression on her face.

[yirf-babs]

Holding a crate of produce- Fergus walked on over to the cafe- his eyes staring down at the crate full of producr, it wasn’t much but it’s enough for Emmee to make some food. He stopped as he spotted the sign on Quartz- door. His brow furrowed as he put the crate down, thinking that he had a bit of time to check up on his friend- worried as to what the sign was about. He walked up to the door and gave a soft but load knock

[selphianquartz]

The knock startles her and Quartz drops her pencil. “Coming!” she calls out as she bends down to pick it up, then nearly trips on her skirt. She forces herself to take a deep breath and get calm before she opens the door.

Her surprise is renewed when she looks up (and up!) at Fergus. “Hi! Come in! Excuse the mess. Can I get you something? Is everything okay?” She steps aside, inviting him into the chaos that is her home.

[yirf-babs]

Fergus smiled and ducked his head under her door way, and let himself in. “Hello Quartz. No I am fine- I am just stopping by on my way to Emmee’s” he glanced over at the boxes and then back at her “How about you? How are you?”

[selphianquartz]

Running a hand through her already tousled hair, Quartz smiles up at him. "Oh, I'm okay. Mostly. A little crazy right now... but I guess you probably noticed that," she says with a smile and a gesture around the room. "I'm going to be sending some of my finished things out, and I'm getting ready to start a new venture. I'm hoping it'll be a little more successful," she adds wryly. "My textile business has been doing so well that I've decided to keep it as a hobby and only as a hobby. Instead, I think I would like to try being a language coach. I mean, there are a whole bunch of new people coming into town, and I'm sure some of them might appreciate a little help with the intricacies of the Noradian language. I'm good with tongues," she says with a grin and a slight blush. "But I also think it would be good for me to be a little less anti-social. I feel kind of awkward around people, and hiding from them is not the way to get over it."

[selphianquartz]

A Sign on the Door

There’s a new sign on the door of Dyed Knits and Purls.

“OUT OF BUSINESS,” it reads in large and not entirely neat letters. Beneath that, in a smaller size, it says, “Thank you for all your support.”

Inside, if one were to peek in the window, one would see many boxes, half packed. Some hold clothing, but most with wool, yarn, and related supplies.

Quartz is likely to be seen puttering about fretfully, checking boxes against a rather long list, a worried expression on her face.

[yirf-babs]

Holding a crate of produce- Fergus walked on over to the cafe- his eyes staring down at the crate full of producr, it wasn’t much but it’s enough for Emmee to make some food. He stopped as he spotted the sign on Quartz- door. His brow furrowed as he put the crate down, thinking that he had a bit of time to check up on his friend- worried as to what the sign was about. He walked up to the door and gave a soft but load knock

[selphianquartz]

The knock startles her and Quartz drops her pencil. "Coming!" she calls out as she bends down to pick it up, then nearly trips on her skirt. She forces herself to take a deep breath and get calm before she opens the door.

Her surprise is renewed when she looks up (and up!) at Fergus. "Hi! Come in! Excuse the mess. Can I get you something? Is everything okay?" She steps aside, inviting him into the chaos that is her home.

[selphianquartz]

A Sign on the Door

There’s a new sign on the door of Dyed Knits and Purls.

“OUT OF BUSINESS,” it reads in large and not entirely neat letters. Beneath that, in a smaller size, it says, “Thank you for all your support.”

Inside, if one were to peek in the window, one would see many boxes, half packed. Some hold clothing, but most with wool, yarn, and related supplies.

Quartz is likely to be seen puttering about fretfully, checking boxes against a rather long list, a worried expression on her face.

[nyyght]

Please re-blog if you’re OK with silly fan art of your characters.

[quartzfox]

So I kind of want to apologize to my rf4 peeps for not doing any of the events this time around, or writing anything for it. “Real life” has been super hectic and difficult lately. (Also I’ve been obsessively playing Pokemon and breeding Vulpix all over the place, but that’s another story.) But just because I’ve been on a Hiatus doesn’t mean I’m gone for good! Keep the fan stuff coming, and I’ll be looking out! I’m a long, long way from done…

[yirf-babs]

You walk into the Paper Crane and find the owner drunk and muttering to herself on the bar. The bartender (Emmett) is trying to give her water and clean up her bottles. Do you proceed? (Open rp)

[selphianquartz]

Not having been out much lately, Quartz decides a little socialization might not be a bad thing. A change of scenery, a little light conversation…

This was not what she had in mind, but one look tells her everything she needs to know. Taking a steadying breath, she puts on a bright but concerned smile. “Hi, Emmett… I’d ask if everything’s okay but I know better. What can I do to help?”

[yirf-babs]

Emmett looked over at Quartz and gave a long painful sigh “Hey Quartz.. I appreciate you you know that right?” He gave a small laugh and his rose cheeks flushed to a darker color. “If you could just sit and give Emmee company. She just needs to talk and if she talks she won’t get up. I got other customers I need to go help and cleaning to do.” He moved on to another task but quickly turned back to her “Any drink ypu want is on the house!”

Emmee let out a long Groan as she faced towards Quartz. Her face was tear stained and the bit of makeup she wears was gone.

[selphianquartz]

Quartz’ own face warms at the compliment. “Hey, you know,” she says with a shrug that fails at being casual. Her smile is genuine, though. “I’ll just take water for now. Thank you!” She spares herself a second to watch Emmett as he walks away, telling herself she watching his body language and not his shoulders or anything.

Then she pulls up a seat next to the disheveled proprietor. “Hey,” she says softly. “You look like you could use a shoulder. I’m told mine’s pretty comfortable, if you want to borrow it.” She looks around and picks up a clean napkin.

[yirf-babs]

Emmee glanced up at Quartz and gave her a wide goofy smile “QUARTZ! AHHHH….ya rrrrrr as beautiful as always.” She slurred as she took a sip of her water “I dun’t need ta cwy. Iem fine. Jus gonna die lonely Das all.” She laughed to herself.

Emmett placed a cup across Quartz and poured water into it. “She won’t give straight answers. But I guess her guy and her are over? I’m not clear on the details.”

[selphianquartz]

Quartz winces in sympathy. “You’re not going to die anytime soon, young lady, nor alone either,” she says in her best schoolteacher voice. “And while that’s very sweet of you to say, my appearance here isn’t the issue. Yours is,” she adds in a softer tone, “and your appearance is pretty pained at the moment.

“Thanks for the water,” she smiles at Emmett. “It’s been… well, a long time since I’ve had a relationship, but I know how breakups can suck. Really, really…. really really really REALLY suck.” Blinking at her own vehemence, she offers a hug to Emmee. “It’s okay to feel it as long a you need. Remember that it’s his loss, though… and even if the ‘right one’ doesn’t come along, you are never going to be really alone. You’ve got friends… and that’s a darn sight better!”

[selphianquartz]

Nothing to Lose but Rope

There’s a line from a song she heard long ago that won’t get out of her head. “Tonight, I won’t be alone, but you know that don’t mean I’m not lonely…” She gives in and sings the one line, humming what comes before and after, as she turns the shop sign to show that she’s closed.

Leon stands up and stretches, grinning at her as she watches him shamelessly. “Having fun over there?”

Quartz shrugs, grinning. “Nothing wrong with enjoying the scenery, right?”

Leon chuckles. “Well, there’s no denying it’s very enjoyable scenery.”

“Yes Mr. Modesty.” Quartz rolls her eyes at her impossible friend. “Anyway, go on, get out of here. I have to get ready for tomorrow.”

Leon sobers. “Actually, I’ve been meaning to ask about that. Business has been a little rough, hasn’t it…?”

It’s not really a question and she knows it. Even before she’d had to leave town so abruptly, Dyed Knits and Purls had been doing poor business. Since her return, she’s barely seen anybody. At all. A few tourists had come in but they hadn’t really bought enough to keep her afloat. She sighs. “I’ll be okay, Leon,” she says, sounding uncertain even to her own ears.

“I’m sure you will, but I really think you should consider the alternatives we’ve discussed.“

"Not tonight, Leon, please?” What is it with this guy and hitting her where it hurts? She treasures his friendship but she really wishes he’d stop being so darned practical all the time… “Okay, You. But soon, okay?” Her nod is good enough, and he turns to leave after patting her on the head. He does it specifically because he knows it annoys her, so from him she tolerates it and the act does make her smile. But he’s right. She’s either going to have to do something to drum up business, or find something else to do for a living.

[selphianquartz]

The idea of being a language coach stuck with her. It would be a great way to learn other languages even as she helped others learn the Noradian tongue, and it would get her out and interacting more with other people. The biggest drawback to her crafts was that there wasn't much excuse for social intercourse. She had to go out and be social on her own, which made Quartz a little nervous...

And being a tutor wouldn't mean giving up on the store or her crafts either. It would mean cutting back - but that wasn't necessarily a bad thing.

The question was, would anyone want her services in that capacity...

[yirf-babs]

You walk into the Paper Crane and find the owner drunk and muttering to herself on the bar. The bartender (Emmett) is trying to give her water and clean up her bottles. Do you proceed? (Open rp)

[selphianquartz]

Not having been out much lately, Quartz decides a little socialization might not be a bad thing. A change of scenery, a little light conversation…

This was not what she had in mind, but one look tells her everything she needs to know. Taking a steadying breath, she puts on a bright but concerned smile. “Hi, Emmett… I’d ask if everything’s okay but I know better. What can I do to help?”

[yirf-babs]

Emmett looked over at Quartz and gave a long painful sigh “Hey Quartz.. I appreciate you you know that right?” He gave a small laugh and his rose cheeks flushed to a darker color. “If you could just sit and give Emmee company. She just needs to talk and if she talks she won’t get up. I got other customers I need to go help and cleaning to do.” He moved on to another task but quickly turned back to her “Any drink ypu want is on the house!”

Emmee let out a long Groan as she faced towards Quartz. Her face was tear stained and the bit of makeup she wears was gone.

[selphianquartz]

Quartz' own face warms at the compliment. "Hey, you know," she says with a shrug that fails at being casual. Her smile is genuine, though. "I'll just take water for now. Thank you!" She spares herself a second to watch Emmett as he walks away, telling herself she watching his body language and not his shoulders or anything.

Then she pulls up a seat next to the disheveled proprietor. "Hey," she says softly. "You look like you could use a shoulder. I'm told mine's pretty comfortable, if you want to borrow it." She looks around and picks up a clean napkin.

[yirf-pokeri-blog]

Pokeri Has so many dokis. But the minute the dokis are returned she gets so far in the DOKI hole that her kokoro explodes.

I MEAN, YOU’RE NOT ENTIRELY WRONG THERE, HAHAHAghdstgjoye.There is no hope for this nugget, she is Doki Doomed.

[selphianquartz]

(Pokeri dokeri, doc?)

[yirf-babs]

You walk into the Paper Crane and find the owner drunk and muttering to herself on the bar. The bartender (Emmett) is trying to give her water and clean up her bottles. Do you proceed? (Open rp)

[selphianquartz]

Not having been out much lately, Quartz decides a little socialization might not be a bad thing. A change of scenery, a little light conversation...

This was not what she had in mind, but one look tells her everything she needs to know. Taking a steadying breath, she puts on a bright but concerned smile. "Hi, Emmett... I'd ask if everything's okay but I know better. What can I do to help?"

[dorksinselphia]

Canadian-like Mild Blizzard Prompt: YIRF Edition

The townspeople have been feeling an intense blizzard oncoming from the north of Selphia, the signs say it’s not avoidable; the royal of the town can’t even push it away via their magical mirror commands. 

How does your OC(s) react/prepare for the oncoming blizzard? 

We’re talking -40 degrees C/F; about 2-3 feet of snow, roughly 4-5 days of straight snowfall. 

(I say Mild honestly, -40 Celsius doesn’t even crack our records– )

[selphianquartz]

Quartz is the embodiment of NOPE. She does not stir from her house at all, instead laying in large supplies of food to be enjoyed hot, keeping a pot of stew AND one of soup on the stove, as well as a Kettle for the making of hot tea or chocolate. Although she keeps the shop open, the door itself stays closed unless somebody's actually walking through it, but she does spend a lot of time looking out the window alternately admiring the beauty of it all and whimpering ferociously. She also coincidentally makes a blanket or two.