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@ambercast continued from here!

Monet was holding it together pretty well, considering she was pretty sure they weren't going to make it at this point. The sun was starting to set, and while she could've probably made it on her own, there was no way to get her grandmother over the threshold before those creatures came out of the woods. And they moved fast, Monet knew. When Riley approached, the younger of the two women was still speaking gently to the older, but there was desperation in her tone still.

"Thank you," Monet said to Riley, taking her grandmother's cane so he could carry the woman. On the bright side, she was pretty frail these days, so Monet felt confident that Riley could hold her weight.

#threads.riley #by monet

location: pop & lock soda shop status: closed @crazedhatesoul (spencer)

"My mom used to talk about how she worked in diners and stuff, and she almost always had some kind of dick-boss," Monet was saying, comfortable speaking freely because their last customer had just walked out the front doors. She had sat herself down in a chair, eyes moving to look at Spencer. "One of 'em grabbed her ass, another made comments about her tits, that sort of thing. So I have to ask, are you depriving me of the full experience of working here by not being a total sleazeball of a manager?" She was kidding, but she hoped that by now they knew that about her.

#threads.spencer #by monet

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Monet was generally good in high-stress situations, but they didn't live anywhere close to where she worked. On a good day, she had to speedwalk from the restaurant to her house, making it home with just a few minutes to spare. If she got sidetracked, she'd jog, but she didn't mind a little exercise after a shift. But her grandmother was so, so slow since her stroke, and Monet was starting to get anxious. The old woman was slowing down, feet shuffling as her granddaughter tried to pull her faster, and when Pandora approached Monet felt at least a little bit of relief. "Actually, yeah, do you think we'll make it to the van in time?" She was quick to respond, already switching gears to head to the primary school instead. Her grandmother looked a little concerned, though Monet wasn't sure the woman really knew what was going on today.

#threads.andy #by monet

status: open location: outside pop & lock soda shop

Monet was just finishing cleaning up when she heard the bell over the door ding. Without glancing up she started to speak, still wiping down the counter she stood at. "Hey, welcome, we're just closing up right about now. It's gonna get dark soon, so time to head on home. If you want something quick, I'll do my best, but no guarant-" when she looked up and saw the elderly woman slowly limping towards her, cane tap-tapping on the ground, Monet's face fell. "Nana? What are you doing here? You're supposed to be at home, come on, we gotta get going," she dropped the rag and ripped her apron off, tossing it on the counter before hopping over it to take her grandmother's arm. She walked outside and then looked around, anxious, unsure that she'd be able to get her grandmother and herself to the house quick enough. "Alright, nana, it's gonna be tight, but we're gonna try and make it home, alright?" She started to walk, doing her best to help her grandmother but knowing she was pulling her a little faster than the old woman could really handle.