TrashCanPamblr

Citizen of The Pelago Islands, https://thepelagoislands.tumblr.com, 68,840G | Keep your head screwed on, and you'll make it through alright. That's what my pappy told me, at least.

[trashcanpamblr]

Activity Check | 8/23

Expenses:

- 0G, for living in a house with a roommate.

Gains:  +1,500G for main job +1,000G for first side job.  Total Net Gain: 2,500G  New Balance: 71,340G  [Activity Check: PASSED!]

[mistresstrupin]

You Are What You Eat || [[Open]]

trashcanpamblr​:

Sandpaper was…. an odd way of putting it. But, in the same way, it also felt pretty reasonable too. Mist seemed to be a little bit like that- odd, but reasonable, in her own slightly twisted manner. Pam would mark that observation down for future reference. “Yeah…..” In the future, while they were conversing, Pam would return a tongue-lashing at anyone who planned on passing by them. While it might lose it’s effectiveness over time, it’d give Mist and Pam plenty of time to discuss what they’d like, without having people interrupting them. Now, Pam was rarely surprised to the point of being awestruck. Well, rarer than most people, since she’s seen a lot more of the world than many of her friends. And, for a while, it seemed like Mist would be quite amiable to making a partnership. But Mist then soon mentioned that her farm actually doesn’t grow anything yet. Pam’s face would display utter confusion. “Wait. Hold on. If you’re not actually growing anything, what do you do to, y’know….. live? Make money?”

“Hmm? Oh! I work as a delivery girl at Arcadia’s Pelago express, usually,” Mist said with a bright smile. “That’s my main job. It’s not always easy- some of those packages are really heavy, you know? But, it’s thanks to that that I was able to buy my family’s old farm back to begin with.”

Mist put a hand to her cheek, looking off to the side with a sort of thoughtful nostalgia. “That being said, farm work is really tough… I sell a couple of things there that tend to pop out of the ground naturally, but I can’t really maintain it all on my own. Ahh, if only there was someone there who would work on it full time…”

Mist looked back towards Pam. “Well, how about it? Have any interest in becoming a farmer? For some reason, I get a great turnip-sense about you…!”

[trashcanpamblr]

Ah. A delivery girl, huh? Pam had once gotten it in her mind to start doing deliver services when she was just a girl. She quit after smacking some guy who wolf-whistled her on the nose, and never got back into it, but it had always fascinated her, being an essential part of everyone’s daily lives. Probably would’ve earned her a little more respect than being the town drunkard. She’d give Mist one of those “Hmm.....”’s that adults who have done your job for five times as long as you have are so good at giving. Pam looked a little concerned about Mist selling just random weeds that pop out of the ground. Was that.... healthy to eat? Or to cook? Perhaps they had some unique qualities that could only be grown under these specific and unique conditions. Whatever the case, it didn’t seem like Mist wanted to have it stay that way. When she heard the somewhat subtle offer to work on Mist’s farm, Pam would let out a hearty chuckle. “I give off a great turnip-sense, do I? I’m sorry to say, Mist, but I’m no turnip expert. Unless it comes to the cooking of one, I’m stumped. But I hope you manage to find the right turnip expert some time’r another.” She’d mutter. She spoke with that voice of someone trying their best not to mock someone else, despite a desire to do the contrary. 

[dannysdinghy]

Ayoh, Gotta Let Go - Pam & Danny

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Pam’s gratefulness was not to be outdone by her feeling of disdain. She put her arms together in a tight, angered lock, feeling quite mistreated by this random stranger. “Whaddya mean, “you aren’t who I thought”?” She hissed, her voice dripping with frustration. He was probably some guy with a hero complex, trying to save some girl to win their heart or something like that. Pam was a little gracious that someone might have mistaken her for someone younger, but that didn’t cure her annoyance. After some time, she looked back down the narrow path. She felt somewhat safer going down there, considering how tight it seemed. If anyone intended on jumping her down there, they’d be visible from miles away. She again felt the same indignity when Danny mentioned that he wouldn’t save her again, but she stifled it a bit better this time. “I’m not really going that way, but it’d probably be safer to just head there.” She thought to herself before responding.  “Why, yes! I was actually heading that way.” She said, following Danny down the path. It was quite a tight fit, but she managed to stay behind him at a decent pace. “Well, I mighta gotten into a bit of a fight with one’a them over on Arcadia, and they might’ve figured out that I was carrying a good chunk of my life’s savings with me, so….. that’s probably why.” Now that she’s saying it aloud to herself, she realized what a fool she was for not going home the safe, longer, more crowded way. She had the ultimate target on her back- how could she have deluded herself into making such a blunder?

“I meant what I said,” Danny replied, not bothering to explain. It would take too long, anyways. Giving her another look, he was actually surprised how similar the two of them looked. Although, this one was a bit different in a few key ways- most of all the fact that they didn’t seem to gel very well.

“…You carry your entire life’s savings on you?” Danny asked skeptically, as he began to lead the way down the narrow path. He gave her a quick scan, wondering where the hell she was stashing it all. Maybe he should reconsider his stance on not actually robbing her. If it was her life savings, she wouldn’t miss just a little of it, right? Then again, if she could carry it all around with her, she was probably poor as dirt. 

Stealing from someone who was confirmed to be worse off than him usually left a bad taste in his mouth. So unless she confessed to being some sort of heiress in the next couple of minutes, he’d probably just let her go.

“Listen, Lady. Number one, don’t go starting fights you can’t finish,” he said, ignoring the hypocrisy of the statement. “Number two- why are you carrying around all the money you have? Do you even know what part of town we’re in? That’s just asking for trouble.”

[trashcanpamblr]

“Well, not exactly. But, I’ve just come back from hittin’ a decent strike over in the mines. Good enough to count for part of my meager life’s earnings. I didn’t manage to make it home before I got jumped.” She’d grumble out. She was started to suspect Danny of being as no-good as the rest of the gang that tried to rob her, so she would be careful with her words. “I’m not really what you’d call rich. I’ve got my home down in the Mire Apartments.” She’d emphasize. She wanted to seem professedly and truly poor, to prove that she’s not worth the robbery. She’d keep the pink diamond well out of sight from the willy Danny, in hopes that he’d stay off her back. Moving away from her poverty, she’d remember the source of her troubles on Arcadia. She’d been a little stupid, getting into such an argument. But what could she have done? NOT got into that fight? That poor lass serving drinks couldn’t have protected herself..... right? So, when Danny started lecturing her on fights that she couldn’t finish, she’d look wildly taken aback. “Hey, big shot. You don’t realize you could’ve easily just done that right now, right? One snap of a stick beneath your feet and you would’ve been a dead man on the floor.”

[mistresstrupin]

trashcanpamblr​:

mistresstrupin​:

You Are What You Eat || [[Open]] 

An excellent judge of character? Something struck Pam that this girl was as good of a judge of character as an actual bag of rocks. Possibly even a worse one. It wasn’t just good fortune that Pam managed to pull the wool over Mist’s eyes, it seemed. “Huh. I guess I never thought about it, but it did kinda seem thorny to an outsider when I came a few months ago.” She mused. It wasn’t obvious, but the secular nature of the island combined with the more ruthless reputation of the island’s inhabitants made it the very definition of a place with a bit of a bad “vibe”. Despite this revaluation, she felt quite flattered by Mist’s comment. Wise as she might possibly not be, it was nice to be called something other than old for once in a while.  Kardia Farm? Well, this day was just getting better. She did need a good place to source her ingredients if she ever got around to building up that restaurant. And perhaps that was just the place to do it- personal connections were ALWAYS good for business, as Pam had learned. “Oh, that’d be fantastic! I had this idea, that-”  ”Hold on a moment. I’m going to take care of these folks.”  The other people shouting rude statements received a verbal tongue-lashing from Pam, consisting of a few unpleasant words intermingled with many expressive statements pointing out the fact that these people could simply walk around them. It was enough to, if not remove them, at least silence the loudest of them. “Sorry. Where was I? Oh yes. I was hoping to set up a restaurant on Leuda, but I’m looking for a vegetable supplier and you might be the girl to help me out here…” She’d ramble on a bit about her plans to build her first restaurant.

“So you noticed!” Mist said. “Most people think its a grand place, but yes. I feel as though it’s atmosphere is a bit like sandpaper, you know?” She nodded, as though that made total sense to anyone but her.

“…Oh?” She tilted her head, a bit confused as Pam began shouting some creatively structured verbage at a few people who had gathered up around them. She decided to let it be, and nodded along as Pam began to talk about starting up a restaurant.

“My! A restaurant like that would be lovely~. Of course I would love to strike up a business deal with you!” Mist exclaimed, clapping her hands together. “Unfortunately, my farm doesn’t actually grow anything yet. But when someone’s actually tending to it, I’ll let you know straight away!”

[trashcanpamblr]

Sandpaper was.... an odd way of putting it. But, in the same way, it also felt pretty reasonable too. Mist seemed to be a little bit like that- odd, but reasonable, in her own slightly twisted manner. Pam would mark that observation down for future reference. “Yeah.....” In the future, while they were conversing, Pam would return a tongue-lashing at anyone who planned on passing by them. While it might lose it’s effectiveness over time, it’d give Mist and Pam plenty of time to discuss what they’d like, without having people interrupting them. Now, Pam was rarely surprised to the point of being awestruck. Well, rarer than most people, since she’s seen a lot more of the world than many of her friends. And, for a while, it seemed like Mist would be quite amiable to making a partnership. But Mist then soon mentioned that her farm actually doesn’t grow anything yet. Pam’s face would display utter confusion. “Wait. Hold on. If you’re not actually growing anything, what do you do to, y’know..... live? Make money?”

[gridballgod]

Pelican or Pelican’t? | Pam & Alex

trashcanpamblr​: 

Ah, yes. Pam remembered that Evelyn was somewhat older than herself, although it didn’t really hit her just how much that was until now. Evelyn was so easy to relate to and interesting to talk to that Pam just assumed that she was maybe five, ten, or fifteen at the most years older than her. But that was a massive understatement. After another drink from her glass taken during her reflection, she then also remembered George. He wasn’t what Pam would call hospitable- at least not to the same degree as Evelyn- but they seemed to get along and compliment one another well. At least she found someone right for her, Pam’d think.  “Give’m my regards when you see them again, alright? It must be rough to have to stay inside.” She mused, half talking to Alex and half talking to herself. “And, uh, if she’s got the time, I’d love to chat a bit with her again.”  Suddenly, she realized there was a bit of an problem. She’d forgotten all about Alex while talking with him! She’d rectify that after one last gulp of water. “So, uh, what d’you do, kid? You seem pretty strong- logging, maybe?”

He dug out his phone from his pocket. “Well, I could give you her number if you like,” he said, searching his contacts. He’d convinced his grandmother to get a phone only recently so that they could stay in contact between his visits. She rarely used it, only calling him to ask him to pick something up on his way to their house. He was sure that he’d be glad to hear from an old friend. 

Pleased by her compliment – he’d still been a weedy little kid when she’d last seen him – he shook his head. “I own the Castanet Gym and the Stadium and Sports Centre.” He puffed his chest up subconsciously with pride. As a child, he never would have imagined owning two businesses.

[trashcanpamblr]

“That’d be great!” She said, searching for an unused napkin. A phone number would be even better than just a simple message to be delivered. Pam didn’t have a phone with her at the time, and instead she’d just borrow a pencil from the bartender and write down the number really quick. Two... Five.... Nine..... alright. Pam then took the finished number and would quickly shove it in her pocket. She had something to show for this night after all. She did have to admit, Alex was much more bulky than when he was a lad. It wasn’t a bad thing, nor a purely good thing- but it was drastically different. She heard him bragging somewhat about his owning of two businesses, and for a short time, she felt somewhat disappointed- not in Alex, but in herself. He was, what, twenty or something? And somehow, he was in charge of two businesses that she very well might be clerking at sometime in the future. She’d finish off her water, sliding it over to the bartender and obtaining a refill. “Good job out there, kid. How’d you manage to get your hands on two businesses? You got some sponsor or something?”

[trashcanpamblr]

Activity Check | 8/8

Expenses:

- 0G, for living in a house with a roommate.

Gains:  +1,500G for main job +1,000G for first side job.  Total Net Gain: 2,500G  New Balance: 68,840G  [Activity Check: PASSED!]

[clocks-and-docks]

trashcanpamblr​:

Pam took a moment to think about her name. Andrea. That was a nice name, not that she’d ever say that. That was something your aunt would say, not Pam. Her thoughts were quickly interrupted by Andrea’s remarks, which struck true much more than Andrea might be able to interpret from her mostly stony face. Something clicked inside of Pam, and she began to spill out some of her feelings too. It was like a contagion, except for catharsis. “I do know what you’re talkin’ about, Andrea. I’ve felt that for fifteen, twenty, twenty-five years or so. Even more then that, I’ve known someone who would’ve been oh-so much better off, possibly even happier, if I was gone.” She remarked with some measure of stability in her voice. She could be talking of Penny, she could be talking of….. him, but she was sure that what she said was entirely true. 

⇢Andrea tended to avoid talking about herself, but something about this situation made her lips loose and she wasn’t even drunk. Even more awkward was listening to other people’s problems. It was only fair after this woman decided to sit down with Andrea that she listen. 

“That’s a long time…” was all she could muster. Andrea’s loneliness suddenly felt insignificant and minimal. It had only been a few years since she left the crew and started experiencing this loneliness.  “How do you cope?”

[trashcanpamblr]

Perhaps it was a little rude of her to be pushing her problems onto Andrea. Perhaps it was a little out of line for her to be complaining, when she got so much slack for her atrocious behavior as a mother. Perhaps she should be in bed right now, sleeping peacefully, her past behind her just as the noise of the bar was.  But she was where she was right now, and nothing could change that. Not her far past, nor her immediate past. And where she was right now was sharing what little advice she managed to scrape up given her current situation with another person who needed it.  “I won’t kid you. There’s no magic bullet I’ve found.” She said, tilting her head slightly to get a better view of the scenery. “The best coping mechanism I’ve got is....” She’d let out a barely audible sigh. “Take each day as it comes. There’ll be little things that you’ll find, small, enjoyable activities ‘n events that’ll just seem..... well, nice.” “Just.... for example, if some person tells you you’ve got nice eyes, or says “Thanks” for something you’ve tried hard about. Take those little victories, and make them important, as they outta be.” She’d say, with as much motherly confidence as she could handle (which was, admittedly, not all that much).

[trashcanpamblr]

A Reasonable Exchange | Pam & Odette

Pam soared through the air, bouncing around the general plaza in excitement and happiness, before quickly coming back to her senses and returning to her usual stance. She had just seen a posting on the Request Board, advertising the fact that there were now cooking lessons being given out by some person named “Odette.” They were dirt cheap compared to the potential value Pam might get from better culinary skill. The only catch was that Pam was going to have to take trips to Arcadia in order to make it. It wasn’t too much of a bother, thanks to Pam’s new-found riches.  After snatching up her purse and her precious Pink Diamond, Pam hitched a ride to Arcadia and went to the house of the person giving out the cooking lessons. She brought her fishing rod, too, so she could get some fish out there while she waited for the round trip boat to return for her. Perhaps she could even forage a bit, too…..

That wasn’t the point, though- the point was that Pam was now ready and rarin’ to cook up a storm- hopefully not literally, although there was a good chance of that. She knocked firmly on the door and waited an uncomfortably long time before realizing it was an inn. She walked up to the door inside the inn of the room of the person hopefully who could teach her how to cook, and she knocked on the door firmly again, standing as confidently and cooly as she could.  “Hello there, ma’am. My name’s Pam, and I’ve come to take you up on your offer for cooking lessons. The payment’s here in full, if you want to check first.”

[chefodette]

Odette had been hoping to make some extra money, and doing something she loved was a nice bonus! So here she was waiting to see if anyone would show up for the first in her series of cooking lessons, something she struggled with. Cooking vegetables five ways.

As the woman knocks on the door to the kitchen she opens it with a warm smile, “Welcome! You’ve come to the right place, I’m Odette. It’s so nice to meet you, and welcome!”

Though not doubting the payment in the slightest she accepts it while only taking a second to make sure it is all there. Her smile widening she gestures for Pam to enter, “Come on in! Let’s wash up and then I’ll show you what we’ll be working on to start.”

Upon entering the kitchen, Pam would see an array of vegetables in baskets, each next to a different cooking tool. Cabbage for boiling, squash for baking, mushrooms for sauteing, potatoes for steaming, and cucumbers for pickling. Odette washes her hands in the sink before turning to her student and asking, “Right! How familiar are you with kitchen tools? What are some you may have used on your own? If you haven’t used many that’s fine! It means we won’t have to break any bad habits.”

[trashcanpamblr]

“Very nice to meet you as well, Odette.” Pam walked into the room, acting slightly more comfortable now that they had been properly introduced to one another. The payment was all there, plus a few extra G added in as a tip. Pam wanted to make a good first impression, and the one thing she knew how to do was offer a tip. After washing up, Pam walked back into the kitchen and observed the melody of produce. She recognized most of the stations, and was familiar with at least a few of the techniques, but she was rusty as scrap metal on the beach, with most of the ideas being vague jumbles in her head.  After Odette’s fierce questioning, Pam would take a moment and utter a few stutters before she finally remembered what she could and couldn’t do. “Well, I do remember most of these, but I’ve mostly just used a knife, a cutting board, a pan, a pot, and occasionally I used the oven, but just for basics. I have tried to steam and boil some things before, but they never came out right.” Pam wandered between each station and observed each vegetable, pointing out certain ones she had used frequently before, like the mushrooms and the potatoes, as well as the ones she had no memory of even seeing before they were traditionally prepared, like the cucumbers. She seemed, on the whole, decently experienced as a home chef but atrociously under experienced for professional cooking. 

[chefodette]

“Okay, so familiar enough with the basics in that case, that’s good to know for figuring out where to take the lessons! To start, I’ll show you a few tricks that will help you slice up the mushrooms we’ll be sauteing quickly and safely! Not to mention a trick for cleaning them, I used to make the mistake of soaking them in water to get all the dirt off… but that ended up ruining the texture. It takes longer, but wiping them off with a damp cloth is the best way to clean them off.”

With this said she takes a damp cloth and begins to clean a small handful of the mushrooms off before using a dry cloth to remove any excess moisture. She then waits for Pam to take a moment to do the same with a handful of her own before moving on and noting, “From here, you want to take a sharp, straight edged knife, none of those ones with the serrated edges. Then we’ll want to place the mushrooms on their side, with the stem pointing towards the cutting board,” she demonstrates with a smile.  From here Odette goes through the process of very thoroughly explaining the twelve steps involved in properly cutting mushrooms, of which we are now at step four.

[trashcanpamblr]

“Huh. Alright. I’ve always gone with washing the vegetables, but I suppose this might work better.”  Pam follows along quite closely, wiping down the mushroom using the wet cloth and also using another dry cloth to clean the remaining liquid. She seemed to be getting the hang of cleaning the mushrooms before they moved on to the next step, but she was a little more mixed up with the mushroom cutting. Perhaps not because of the instructions, but her questions on why she had to take some specific steps.  Eventually, she returned to her typical rhythm, instead marking questions in her mind to ask after they finished cutting up the mushrooms, and by the time they finished the final step she had too many questions to remember. She motioned to Odette to pause for a moment, before she asked some of the few queries she could recall. “So, after we cut off the mushroom stem, we just throw it out? Surely there must be some kinda way we can cook it, so it doesn’t go to waste.” She questioned.

[chefodette]

“That’s a great question and I’m glad you asked it! We have a few different options for the stems. Some people toss it out, others use it for compost. But for me, I prefer to dry them out so that they can be used for a soup stock later. I save the scraps from different vegetables as well, it can make for a tasty base, though it tends to turn out different each time because I’ll have different vegetables on hand depending on the season,” she has a broad smile as she rambles about the process, nothing made her happier then an eager student asking all the right questions! She does make a few corrections to technique during the process but overall, Odette was pleased with her new student.  After this she takes out some oil and pours some in the pan explaining as she does so, “The mushrooms are a little tricky because of the tendency to soak up the oil. You’ll want to make sure the pan is hot before they go in so they aren’t in the oil for as long! A good way to test if it is hot enough is to flick a few drops of water into the pan. But you need to be careful doing this so it doesn’t splatter on you.”

[trashcanpamblr]

Oooh, a soup stock? She’d stock up on that idea later- that could be a fantastic idea for cost-saving measures for her future restaurant. Of course, cost-saving measures didn’t have to be taken all the time- they were simply convenient when it became available for her. “Hmm. What’s a good drying measure- artificial drying, sun-drying or simply just leaving them out to dry inside? I mean, obviously they would work differently for varying vegetables, but what kind of drying method would work best for, say....” She’d flip the mushroom stem between her fingers. “This one?”  When it came to the oil-frying step, she was rather heavy-handed when it came to the oil, being used to the fried style of her hometown’s cooking. “And, uh, soaking up the oil is a bad thing, I’m assuming.” She’d mutter before pouring a bit of the oil back into the bottle. “Okay. I’ll try that.” She’d say, putting up an apron as a shield in front of herself before flicking the water into the pan. They’d boil upon contact and splatter a bit, but she was shielded. “Is that.... good? Or bad?” 

[mistresstrupin]

You Are What You Eat || [[Open]]

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Pam was, without one single doubt, entirely make that story up as she went along. But she was glad that it put this girl at ease, if nothing else. “Yup. Maybe tonight, if you go to bed at the same time, you might just get a good look at that face and discover who was behind it all along. Only advice I can come up with is, well, pick your friends wisely.” She said. She was even managing to convince herself that her story was legit, with some effort and well-placed subtle self-lies.  “Oh, well, hello, Mist. It’s a pleasure to meet you. They call me Pam, and so can you.” She said, firmly returning that handshake. “I live over on Leuda, and work at the Grocery and the Bell Hotel. If you’re ever in that neck of the woods, be sure to say hello, okay?” She said, with a chuckle intermingling among her words of welcome. She hadn’t even noticed that a small crowd was forming behind them of angry shoppers blocked by their small conversation. Only now, outside of her deeply engrossing storytelling, could she realize that they were shouting at the two of them to move.

Mist nodded along. “I see, I see. Well, it just so happens that I’m an excellent judge of character. But I’ll be certain to keep my eye out,” she assured her new kind and wise friend.

“Leuda, hmm? I don’t go there too often. The place just has that sort of vibe you don’t want to mess with, right?” she said. “But if someone like you lives there, I suppose it can’t be that bad at all. Perhaps if I ever need your great wisdom again, I can muster up enough strength to visit. Of course, you’re welcome to stop by Kardia Farm any time you like- Especially if you’re interested in taking up an occupation in agriculture.” 

There were a couple of people shouting some rather rude statements now, but Mist seemed not to notice them at all, fully engrossed in the heartwarming moment of making a new friend in an unexpected place.

[trashcanpamblr]

An excellent judge of character? Something struck Pam that this girl was as good of a judge of character as an actual bag of rocks. Possibly even a worse one. It wasn’t just good fortune that Pam managed to pull the wool over Mist’s eyes, it seemed. “Huh. I guess I never thought about it, but it did kinda seem thorny to an outsider when I came a few months ago.” She mused. It wasn’t obvious, but the secular nature of the island combined with the more ruthless reputation of the island’s inhabitants made it the very definition of a place with a bit of a bad “vibe”. Despite this revaluation, she felt quite flattered by Mist’s comment. Wise as she might possibly not be, it was nice to be called something other than old for once in a while.  Kardia Farm? Well, this day was just getting better. She did need a good place to source her ingredients if she ever got around to building up that restaurant. And perhaps that was just the place to do it- personal connections were ALWAYS good for business, as Pam had learned. “Oh, that’d be fantastic! I had this idea, that-”  ”Hold on a moment. I’m going to take care of these folks.”  The other people shouting rude statements received a verbal tongue-lashing from Pam, consisting of a few unpleasant words intermingled with many expressive statements pointing out the fact that these people could simply walk around them. It was enough to, if not remove them, at least silence the loudest of them. “Sorry. Where was I? Oh yes. I was hoping to set up a restaurant on Leuda, but I’m looking for a vegetable supplier and you might be the girl to help me out here...” She’d ramble on a bit about her plans to build her first restaurant.

[spectite]

Sleepy Miners || Phoebe and Pam

Phoebe was in the mine late again. This was a routine thing, probably wasn’t the healthy thing. Actually, she knew it wasn’t healthy. She definitely needed more vitamin D then she got. 

She’d exhausted the rocks she was interested in in this area so she walked deeper into the mine. That’s when she spotted a lump. Monsters shouldn’t be in this area of the mine… it wasn’t deep enough. She cautiously inched over and noticed it was a woman. Asleep. Phoebe let out a small laugh. She’d fallen asleep in the mines her fair share of times.

Well, it’d be rude if she just started smashing rocks near a sleeping person… so Phoebe decided to take a break.

She sat down, leaning against one of the rocks in the mine, and put in her headphones so she could listen to music and just chill.

@trashcanpamblr

[trashcanpamblr]

Pam just so happened to also be out in the mines at a late hour. She was working hard, trying to replicate her success with her obtaining of her treasured Pink Diamond. Such riches in the mine were so tempting, to an even higher degree than the surprisingly lenient casino.  But she hadn’t ever stayed up this late. This was an hour she’d normally be asleep at, perhaps even waking up at, but she had found a particular vein that demanded her attention. Jade, sun stones, and other rare materials, jewels and shiny rocks were commonplace in this particular streak.  She had struck it rich! Or, at least, rich in a consistent sense. She wasn’t astonishingly affluent like her pink diamond discovery, but she saw no end in sight in this vein. Rocks were rarer then most gems, at certain points. But this all depended on ensuring that no one else would spot her claim and try to jump it while she was away at work. She felt a creeping sense of paranoia, often turning around to spot if there was anyone behind her. Maybe I should go home, she thought. But how could she? She’d see this through to the end, or she’d lose whatever treasure could possibly be found at the end of it! She just had to.... had to.... Boy, that rock looked comfy, she thought. And as soon as that thought passed through her mind, she fell asleep. Once she woke up, she screamed out a rather embarrassing “MINE!” as she gripped her hammer. She had a bad dream some n’r-do-well was out to grab her treasure. But no one seemed to be around her, at first glance. But then she noticed someone. Instinctively gripping her hammer in a slightly threatening way, she turned to the girl with the headphones. Good, she thought. They were distracted.  She would then proceed to continue her work on the mining as quietly as possible, running purely on paranoid adrenaline and always willing to throw down with her hammer if a single finger was laid upon her back.

[trashcanpamblr]

Activity Check | 7/12

Expenses:

- 0G, for living in a house with a roommate.

Gains:  +1,500G for main job +1,000G for first side job.  Total Net Gain: 2,500G  New Balance: 66,340G [Activity Check: PASSED!]

[gridballgod]

Pelican or Pelican’t? | Pam & Alex

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Pam had known of her status as an urban legend among the children through Penny, but just a small part of it. Since her relationship with Penny had been anything but stable, Pam would rarely listen too closely to her words. It was all a bit of a drunken haze in Pam’s mind, but she remembered one particular comment from Penny about Pam’s rare outside excursions garnering her an almost-mythical reputation. She only remembered it because it was the first time Penny had ever talked back to Pam in a snarky tone. Pam’s face visibly twitched as memories flushed back to her. After coming back to her senses, she passed over her drink to the bartender, asking for water instead of beer. She’d need a clearer head for this, which beer could not provide. “In the flesh, kid.” She said, a salty grin going ear to ear covering her face. She took a hearty sip of her new glass of water to clear her senses. “How is Evelyn doing, anyways? I’ve not had the chance to catch up with her since I left Pelican Town.”

Alex watched, confused, as the lady appeared to change her mind on her drink choice and handed her beer back to the bartender, opting for water instead. Although he had been young at the time, he had heard murmurs from adults in Pelican Town about Pam’s problems, but it hadn’t really registered until this moment that they may have been to do with alcohol. That would explain why she’d rarely been seen during the day. 

“Oh, she’s, uh, fine,” he said, taking a deep sip from his beer. “Well, she’s struggling to get out much any more. She had George, so she’s fine, but I think it can get a little lonely. I try to visit them every week to make it a little better, though…” 

He knew they wouldn’t be around forever, and he refused to take them for granted. He had taken his mother for granted.

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Ah, yes. Pam remembered that Evelyn was somewhat older than herself, although it didn’t really hit her just how much that was until now. Evelyn was so easy to relate to and interesting to talk to that Pam just assumed that she was maybe five, ten, or fifteen at the most years older than her. But that was a massive understatement. After another drink from her glass taken during her reflection, she then also remembered George. He wasn’t what Pam would call hospitable- at least not to the same degree as Evelyn- but they seemed to get along and compliment one another well. At least she found someone right for her, Pam’d think.  “Give’m my regards when you see them again, alright? It must be rough to have to stay inside.” She mused, half talking to Alex and half talking to herself. “And, uh, if she’s got the time, I’d love to chat a bit with her again.”  Suddenly, she realized there was a bit of an problem. She’d forgotten all about Alex while talking with him! She’d rectify that after one last gulp of water. “So, uh, what d’you do, kid? You seem pretty strong- logging, maybe?”

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Pam also had a feeling of heaviness come over her while she waited for some sort of reply from Andrea. It was the longest ten seconds that Pam had ever felt, aside from a few particularly tense moments earlier in her life. Come to think of it, Pam had felt this heaviness before. When she was leaving Pelican Town, Pam felt this same feeling when she was talking with Penny.  After waking up from her daydreaming and noticing the head nod, Pam had at least enough sense to realize that the silence was less than comforting for Andrea, and decided that she’d help her out a bit. After racking her brain for some sort of conversational topic, Pam hit upon something that might make for some decent talk, if nothing else. And, besides, Pam was pretty eager to learn the truth behind her request. “So, ahh…. what’s your name, girl? Mine’s Pam.”

⇢Now that Andrea had essentially snapped out of her funk, she was realizing the situation she had put herself in; alone with a stranger, forced into small talk. What a nightmare. At least the woman wasn’t making idle chat about the weather or something else inconsequential. 

“Andrea,” she answered softly. Before she could stop herself, words began pouring from her mouth, her voice threatening to crack. “Do you ever feel lonely, Pam? Like your alone in the world and no one would care if you were gone.” That wasn’t entirely true. Andrea was sure her parents would care, but she was already gone from their lives. She could be dead for all they knew. Maybe they had moved on.

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Pam took a moment to think about her name. Andrea. That was a nice name, not that she’d ever say that. That was something your aunt would say, not Pam. Her thoughts were quickly interrupted by Andrea’s remarks, which struck true much more than Andrea might be able to interpret from her mostly stony face. Something clicked inside of Pam, and she began to spill out some of her feelings too. It was like a contagion, except for catharsis. “I do know what you’re talkin’ about, Andrea. I’ve felt that for fifteen, twenty, twenty-five years or so. Even more then that, I’ve known someone who would’ve been oh-so much better off, possibly even happier, if I was gone.” She remarked with some measure of stability in her voice. She could be talking of Penny, she could be talking of..... him, but she was sure that what she said was entirely true. 

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You Are What You Eat || [[Open]]

Pam listened in to her story intently, while also sneaking a few other turnips into her cart until there was about six or seven left. She earnestly tried to examine her dream, albeit since she wasn’t too skilled at it, she could do little but point out what was obvious from such a dream- that turnips were obviously going to be bad luck for her from now on until she made up with that particular dream-turnip! “I’m guessing that face and turnip had something against you and were in cahoots. The face distracted you and the golden turnip bit you. That’d mean you should probably avoid disembodied faces and turnips as much as you possibly can until you can make a truce with or get an apology from that face and turnip pair in your dreams.” She reasoned. It wasn’t any weirder than any other dream interpretation she’d heard about, but she hoped that Mist bought it. “Personally, I suppose that wise old man might have been in on this, but don’t tell him I said that. Oh, if you don’t mind me asking, what’s your name?” She added quickly.

Mist listened to the woman’s thoughtful interpretation. Such wisdom could be imparted by one’s elders. “Why, I never even thought of it like that!” Mist exclaimed. “I see, I see. It all makes sense now. It was never the turnips I had to be afraid of. They were lead astray by the face. Hum… If only I could remember what that face looked like.. It might tell me who plot against me using turnips.”

“Ah, but you asked my name, didn’t you? My name is Mist- It’s a pleasure to meet you!” she said, extending a hand. “May I have your name as well? I would love to get in contact with you, in case something like this ever happens again. You really helped put my worries at ease.”

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Pam was, without one single doubt, entirely make that story up as she went along. But she was glad that it put this girl at ease, if nothing else. “Yup. Maybe tonight, if you go to bed at the same time, you might just get a good look at that face and discover who was behind it all along. Only advice I can come up with is, well, pick your friends wisely.” She said. She was even managing to convince herself that her story was legit, with some effort and well-placed subtle self-lies.  “Oh, well, hello, Mist. It’s a pleasure to meet you. They call me Pam, and so can you.” She said, firmly returning that handshake. “I live over on Leuda, and work at the Grocery and the Bell Hotel. If you’re ever in that neck of the woods, be sure to say hello, okay?” She said, with a chuckle intermingling among her words of welcome. She hadn’t even noticed that a small crowd was forming behind them of angry shoppers blocked by their small conversation. Only now, outside of her deeply engrossing storytelling, could she realize that they were shouting at the two of them to move.

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A Reasonable Exchange | Pam & Odette

Pam soared through the air, bouncing around the general plaza in excitement and happiness, before quickly coming back to her senses and returning to her usual stance. She had just seen a posting on the Request Board, advertising the fact that there were now cooking lessons being given out by some person named “Odette.” They were dirt cheap compared to the potential value Pam might get from better culinary skill. The only catch was that Pam was going to have to take trips to Arcadia in order to make it. It wasn’t too much of a bother, thanks to Pam’s new-found riches.  After snatching up her purse and her precious Pink Diamond, Pam hitched a ride to Arcadia and went to the house of the person giving out the cooking lessons. She brought her fishing rod, too, so she could get some fish out there while she waited for the round trip boat to return for her. Perhaps she could even forage a bit, too…..

That wasn’t the point, though- the point was that Pam was now ready and rarin’ to cook up a storm- hopefully not literally, although there was a good chance of that. She knocked firmly on the door and waited an uncomfortably long time before realizing it was an inn. She walked up to the door inside the inn of the room of the person hopefully who could teach her how to cook, and she knocked on the door firmly again, standing as confidently and cooly as she could.  “Hello there, ma’am. My name’s Pam, and I’ve come to take you up on your offer for cooking lessons. The payment’s here in full, if you want to check first.”

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Odette had been hoping to make some extra money, and doing something she loved was a nice bonus! So here she was waiting to see if anyone would show up for the first in her series of cooking lessons, something she struggled with. Cooking vegetables five ways.

As the woman knocks on the door to the kitchen she opens it with a warm smile, “Welcome! You’ve come to the right place, I’m Odette. It’s so nice to meet you, and welcome!”

Though not doubting the payment in the slightest she accepts it while only taking a second to make sure it is all there. Her smile widening she gestures for Pam to enter, “Come on in! Let’s wash up and then I’ll show you what we’ll be working on to start.”

Upon entering the kitchen, Pam would see an array of vegetables in baskets, each next to a different cooking tool. Cabbage for boiling, squash for baking, mushrooms for sauteing, potatoes for steaming, and cucumbers for pickling. Odette washes her hands in the sink before turning to her student and asking, “Right! How familiar are you with kitchen tools? What are some you may have used on your own? If you haven’t used many that’s fine! It means we won’t have to break any bad habits.”

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“Very nice to meet you as well, Odette.” Pam walked into the room, acting slightly more comfortable now that they had been properly introduced to one another. The payment was all there, plus a few extra G added in as a tip. Pam wanted to make a good first impression, and the one thing she knew how to do was offer a tip. After washing up, Pam walked back into the kitchen and observed the melody of produce. She recognized most of the stations, and was familiar with at least a few of the techniques, but she was rusty as scrap metal on the beach, with most of the ideas being vague jumbles in her head.  After Odette’s fierce questioning, Pam would take a moment and utter a few stutters before she finally remembered what she could and couldn’t do. “Well, I do remember most of these, but I’ve mostly just used a knife, a cutting board, a pan, a pot, and occasionally I used the oven, but just for basics. I have tried to steam and boil some things before, but they never came out right.” Pam wandered between each station and observed each vegetable, pointing out certain ones she had used frequently before, like the mushrooms and the potatoes, as well as the ones she had no memory of even seeing before they were traditionally prepared, like the cucumbers. She seemed, on the whole, decently experienced as a home chef but atrociously under experienced for professional cooking. 

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“Okay, so familiar enough with the basics in that case, that’s good to know for figuring out where to take the lessons! To start, I’ll show you a few tricks that will help you slice up the mushrooms we’ll be sauteing quickly and safely! Not to mention a trick for cleaning them, I used to make the mistake of soaking them in water to get all the dirt off… but that ended up ruining the texture. It takes longer, but wiping them off with a damp cloth is the best way to clean them off.”

With this said she takes a damp cloth and begins to clean a small handful of the mushrooms off before using a dry cloth to remove any excess moisture. She then waits for Pam to take a moment to do the same with a handful of her own before moving on and noting, “From here, you want to take a sharp, straight edged knife, none of those ones with the serrated edges. Then we’ll want to place the mushrooms on their side, with the stem pointing towards the cutting board,” she demonstrates with a smile.  From here Odette goes through the process of very thoroughly explaining the twelve steps involved in properly cutting mushrooms, of which we are now at step four.

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“Huh. Alright. I’ve always gone with washing the vegetables, but I suppose this might work better.”  Pam follows along quite closely, wiping down the mushroom using the wet cloth and also using another dry cloth to clean the remaining liquid. She seemed to be getting the hang of cleaning the mushrooms before they moved on to the next step, but she was a little more mixed up with the mushroom cutting. Perhaps not because of the instructions, but her questions on why she had to take some specific steps.  Eventually, she returned to her typical rhythm, instead marking questions in her mind to ask after they finished cutting up the mushrooms, and by the time they finished the final step she had too many questions to remember. She motioned to Odette to pause for a moment, before she asked some of the few queries she could recall. “So, after we cut off the mushroom stem, we just throw it out? Surely there must be some kinda way we can cook it, so it doesn’t go to waste.” She questioned.

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Activity Check | 7/12

Expenses:

- 0G, for living in a house with a roommate. - 1,000G, for a round trip to Arcadia.

Gains: +1,500G for main job +1,000G for first side job.  Total Net Gain: 2,000G  New Balance: 63,840G [Activity Check: PASSED!]

[dannysdinghy]

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Ayoh, Gotta Let Go - Pam & Danny

Pam spotted some person wandering by on the street and thought about yelling for help, but they were walking away already and she was at gunpoint- even if the person on the street heard her, she’d be chock full of lead before they could react. She winced, eyes closed, hoping that maybe someone else would pass by. Perhaps she could call out using some kind of coded message, if she only knew code. Oh, why didn’t she trust Mom and become a Girl Scou- She didn’t have to think much longer, as she was interrupted by a loud sound. As soon as her eyes were opened, she saw one imposing fellow fall in front of her, then another right next to them. One more dropped their gun, and one other fell just as the first two did. Pam quickly reached for the fallen firearm and picked it up, clutching it tight and wondering what to do with it. Before she could think, her rescuer had the last remaining thieves in a very one-sided standoff. The unarmed but awake thief screamed something about mercy, money, and mothers in a desperate, hard-to-understand bid for freedom. final armed ruffian, most likely the leader, knew when to fold, and dropped her weapon on the floor, hands above her head, eyes rolling in disappointment. Pam, still yet in shock, turned to the person who saved her with probably the most genuine look of appreciation she’d ever given to someone in her life. After a few moments of silence, she spoke in a stuttering, unsure tone that she’d only ever used when she was younger than her rescuer was. “Y-you saved me. Thank you.”

Danny kept an eye on the ruffians as they scattered, careful to make sure his gun was always locked on at least one of them before they were out of sight. He finally lowered his gun, but not his guard. He didn’t trust them not to return. Finally, though, he turned back towards the woman he saved, who was thanking him. He felt a small pang of disappointment, finally seeing her face clearly.

“Oh. You’re not who I thought,” he stated bluntly. Perhaps a person with a halfway decent moral compass would have just been happy to have saved a random stranger from an unpleasant fate, but Danny felt a little put out at having risked his neck for someone he didn’t even know. Her thanking him lessened the blow a bit, though. He let out a sigh, before pointing at a narrow path through the alley. 

“I’d recommend going this way out, so you don’t get ambushed again. I won’t bail you out again, you hear?” He probably would, if he was close enough to hear a commotion. But she didn’t need to know that. 

He sheathed his sword, and holstered his gun, before heading in that direction. “You heading towards the docks? If so, I’ll take you in that direction- but I’m not going out of my way.” He waved for her to follow. “What you do to get the attention of an entire gang, anyways?” She didn’t seem super rich or anything.

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Pam’s gratefulness was not to be outdone by her feeling of disdain. She put her arms together in a tight, angered lock, feeling quite mistreated by this random stranger. “Whaddya mean, “you aren’t who I thought”?” She hissed, her voice dripping with frustration. He was probably some guy with a hero complex, trying to save some girl to win their heart or something like that. Pam was a little gracious that someone might have mistaken her for someone younger, but that didn’t cure her annoyance. After some time, she looked back down the narrow path. She felt somewhat safer going down there, considering how tight it seemed. If anyone intended on jumping her down there, they’d be visible from miles away. She again felt the same indignity when Danny mentioned that he wouldn’t save her again, but she stifled it a bit better this time. “I’m not really going that way, but it’d probably be safer to just head there.” She thought to herself before responding.  “Why, yes! I was actually heading that way.” She said, following Danny down the path. It was quite a tight fit, but she managed to stay behind him at a decent pace. “Well, I mighta gotten into a bit of a fight with one’a them over on Arcadia, and they might’ve figured out that I was carrying a good chunk of my life’s savings with me, so..... that’s probably why.” Now that she’s saying it aloud to herself, she realized what a fool she was for not going home the safe, longer, more crowded way. She had the ultimate target on her back- how could she have deluded herself into making such a blunder?