#open to multiple!

[mpwukong]

Open | Hospital Staff

Open Starter | HR Reviews - it’s time for the yearly staff reviews with the Director!   🐒  

“Come in” Wukong calls out as he hears the gentle tap on his office door. With the high back of his office chair to the desk, his fingers flick through the HR files in his lap, before with a slow swing he turns back towards his next victim. “Hi there!” The hospital director calls out cheerfully as he comes into view like some Bond villain, peering over the frame of his reading glasses with light amber eyes and a warm smile, lulling them in. 

“Please, take a seat” with a motion to the chair in front of him, his eyes return to the files against his folded knee. “I’ve got your file here somewhere-” he murmurs as his fingers continue to card through, “here we go. Now get comfortable, and let’s begin...”

[owen-on-the-rocks-blog]

Harbor Hazard :Open:

Owen left Choral Clinic about an hour later than its official closing time, having been introduced to stethoscopes, blood pressure monitors, light-up doohickeys, and all other manner of bodily interrogation before he was released into the wild again. He stood just outside the clinic’s door, his arms full of cold medicine, looking a little like a lost cow who’d been beamed back into the fields after a close encounter. The clinic’s lights flickered out behind Owen as he wandered back up the path to the church, and all of Harmonica Town felt, suddenly, very still. The Brass Bar was the only building still awake and lively, sure, but that was relatively normal in the late evening. Something else was off about the undisturbed night air, and it sent an electric ripple up the back of Owen’s neck, a warning sign to a threat he couldn’t put his finger on. The sensation followed him all the way up the stairwell to Celesta Church Grounds, where a furious cat yowl ripped Owen’s foot instinctively straight up in the air. It was a small black cat, just a darker smudge against the pitch black night, vocalizing her outrage that she’d almost been stepped on. He bent down for an apology pat, her irises the only visible parts of her gleaming up at him, little golden circlets around a sea of black, and it occurred to him; it was really, really dark tonight.

The moon was just a faint white glow behind the clouds, like blotted watercolor on an all black painting, and there were only a few lampposts to illuminate each corner of the church grounds. The lighthouse wasn’t operating. He was so used to the steady pulse of the lighthouse beam at night - even standing far above in the Garmon Mines District, or watching it blink at him from across Flute Fields - that he’d barely registered when it was gone. Owen jogged back down the stairwell and wove around Harmonica Town’s quiet buildings until he was pounding down the leg of land where the lighthouse perched.

“Anyone checking in?” he called out, the entrance squeaking open under his palm to reveal a barren, dark room. Owen left the door ajar behind him as he searched around for a light, the stillness of the building pressing softly, eerily, all around him. After a moment of fumbling, he pulled an old closet-styled chain to a singular lightbulb, and got around to the issue of the boarded up door leading to the upper level of the lighthouse. A few experimental tugs revealed it to be a sturdy patch-up job, and the door itself was locked tight. This task, clearly, was in need of a hammer. Fortunately he had one tucked away from racing between the mines and the clinic, and was disturbingly quick to whip it out as a first resort. 

[heart-electra]

{heartsigh} electra&open

As the day winded to a close, and the sun set behind the mountains surrounding the city, so did Electra during her rigorous work at the general store. On her feet since her alarm clock chimed early that morning, the young woman became exhausted rather quickly -- especially considering her lack of sleep prior due to upholding two other positions, which required a significant portion of her investment as well. Today, unlike normal, the rush of customers increased -- potentially breaching capacity -- throughout the day, causing her to be here and to be there constantly. While closing neared, the flow of service calmed, and the purplette gained more available time to finally breathe.

On that note, as she monitored stock, she laid her forehead against a shelf and closed her eyes -- only for a moment. Goddess, was she tired and, well, stressed.

“--?” Her eyes dashed open and head arose, in the direction of the bell indicating someone arriving through the entryway. Quietly sighing, she brought upon a welcoming and bright smile amongst her facial features, in spite of the apparent exhaustion composed underneath her eyelids. “Hello!” She greeted them, offering a small wave before asking, “Is there anything I can help you find today?”

[cottoncottomi]

{wishing star} candace&open

Quietly, she brushed away a tear, and opened the door.

Another sleepless night, Candace lied awake and wept. Lately, the sadness in which envelops her has seemed to strengthened its grip around her heart. All she desired for was to remain inside and the world to go away; yet, she continued to stare out her window. Tonight, however, she had managed to unearth the little energy residing within her to feebly exit her apartment and escape to the outdoors where not a soul wandered except for her own -- her spitfire of a soul that couldn’t flicker even as much as a star in the twilight sky.

The young woman, snugly wrapped in her favorite sweater, crossed her arms and traveled farther away from the building in which had been her haven for the past week. Alone she walked through the city streets towards nowhere in particular -- preferably somewhere with an acceptable view of the twinkling lights above. Before long, her exhausted legs halted to a stop, and she craned her neck to gaze into the sky.

How she wished to be a star -- something bright and beautiful. Closing her eyes to whisper a prayer, the crunching sound of leaves rustling deterred her attention. The blunette gasped and abruptly turned around to face the culprit, feeling her heart skip a beat. “O-Oh...!” Her voice croaked, causing a humiliated blush to tint her cheeks. “I-I’m sorry... Um... a-am I in your way?”

[sonjanara]

Helpful || OPEN

       "Okay Ymir! Just like I told you!"

       Behind her home and near the fountain, Sonja was calling out to the 100 foot Golem standing patiently in the ocean waters. At first, the Golem made no movements, instead keeping a steady gaze at the woman hopping excitedly below as she held a basket in her arms. However, Ymir proved to have understood her, his body slowly bending down as best it could with his arm stretched down. The palm of his hand was faced upright with his fingers bent up as it descended into the waters below, not ceasing movement until the bottom of his hand was touching the ground. Once he stopped moving, Sonja held her basket with one hand and held out her other hand towards Ymir.

       "Good, good! Now close your hand, but not too tight! ...Did you close it? ...Yeesh. Sometimes I wish you could talk. ...Okay, now, on the count of three! One... Two..." Sonja bent her knees and lowered her free hand. "...Three!" As soon as she shouted that word, she leaped into the air and swung her hand back up. As on command, Ymir lifted his body back up, his arm following suit. Water poured from the sides of his hand and between his fingers as it was lifted. "Over here! Drop them over here!" Sonja called out, holding the basket above her head. The Golem listened to her, slowly moving his hand until it hovered above the woman. He turned his hand so it was facing down towards her before opening his hand.

       "Wait wait wait, not right above me! Next to me-- Eek!" Seeing the sudden rainfall of water and fish drop from Ymir's open hand, Sonja's body reacted. She held her arms close to her body, shoulders lifted, tried hiding her lowered head under the basket she held and her legs moved together as she was soon soaked with water. Something heavy fell into the basket, so once the downpour stopped, she blinked a couple times before lowering the basket, looking inside.

       Sonja smiled brightly. "Yay! It worked! We got some fish!" she exclaimed happily, placing the basket on the ground before holding her hands together. "Thank you, Ymir! You were of big help!" Hearing her word of thanks, the Golem took back his arm and hung it to his side, going silent. Sonja wiped her wet face with her sleeve as looked around her, seeing several more fish flopping around on the ground. As she made to go pick them up, she noticed a figure approach and waved to them.

       "Hi! Sorry about the mess. I'm taking care of it right now!"

[ibuki-mizuki]

LOST || { OPEN }

Michael let out a loud yawn and stopped skipping stones across the stream. Where was he? Well, he'd like to know the same thing actually.

Somewhere along his travels he had gotten lost and now he was buying time. Still, he couldn't complain too much; the scenery was nice, and a chill breeze ruffled his hair.

Seeing a person on the other side of the stream, he shot up, waving wildly at the stranger, "Hey! You! Wait, don't leave! I'll come over there - "

And with that, he dove into the water, struggling to swim to the other side.

[ibuki-mizuki]

D r o w s y [Open]

[Is sleeping on the roof of Aunt Eda's house. Well he was suntaning earlier but he fell asleep. He appears to be speaking Japanese in his sleep?]

No no no father, I told you the queen demanded 5000 tatter tots - 5000!