Waxing Rhapsodic - 2nd Floor
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				Title: <strong>Waxing Rhapsodic - 2nd Floor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Esoteric Myobi</strong> on <strong>02-10-2010, 16:41:46</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-family: pristina;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 36pt;" class="bbc_size">2nd Floor - Staff</span></span></div><br><div align="center">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/32/2nd_Floor_Blueprint.jpg)</div><br>After the tragedy of the accidental fire, Waxing Rhapsodic has managed to move on and pick up its pieces. Now, located in a smaller building, those who had decided to stay are now returning after a month's time. <br><br>Despite all of the changes, the expectations are still the same. Employees are expected to always be dressed neatly and care for their appearance. Most importantly, is catering to the needs of customers (buyers) - <em>"When bearing the company name, you are a representative to the public."</em><br><br>With the smaller staff, everyone will be expected to help out where needed. Models assisting in the gallery, Staff assisting in shoots, Assistants being models, etc. All are liable to occur and should not be a surprise when the help is requested.<br><br><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/25/2nd_Floor_Room_Layout.jpg)</div>As before, employees are still offered the option of residing within the building itself if the employee so chooses. Each room offers the bare essentials per person:<br><br>• a single bed which raised on a wheeled metal frame (can easily be extended higher or lower, and even stacked atop to make into bunk beds)<br>• a small closet with a sliding door<br>• three sets of drawers (2 small [under desk and next to bed], 1 medium [in closet])<br>• a small desk and chair <br><br>Besides the ceiling light, each desk is equipped with a built-in light. The floor is made of oak, and blinds cover the windows. The room is completely bare, employees need to bring their own things such as bed necessities (cover, pillow, blankets).<br><br>Each employee has their own mailbox located along the wall of the lounge. The bulletin board will show events and announcements. The kitchen holds all basic necessities in terms of utensils, as for ingredients employees will have to buy their own groceries. The lounge is simple but comfortable, plush chairs and sofas take up the room with a flat screen TV being the only entertainment. The restroom and showers can be accessed from both sides.<br><br>If anything happens to be damaged (due to carelessness or accidents) then employees are expected to replace the item out of their own pocket. However, if a problem occurs (such as leaks, plumbing, wear and tear due to age and use) then the problem can be brought to Aline who will promptly send for repairs.<br><br><div align="center"><sup>More rooms will be added on if needed.</sup></div><br><strong>Room 1:</strong> FallenFeather - Anastazja Borkowska (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=84632.msg3732617#msg3732617) and orderNchaos - Courtney Rivers (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=83967.msg3713200#msg3713200)&nbsp; <br><strong>Room 2:</strong> jaberwok - Paul Raike (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=83967.msg3722570#msg3722570) and Writersblockade - Anthony Johnston (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=84632.msg3761693#msg3761693)<br><strong>Room 3:</strong> mrsjaz - Claire Thompson (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=84632.msg3884886#msg3884886) and kaz - India Mercu (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=84632.msg3773412#msg3773412)<br><strong>Room 4:</strong> despickable - Andrew Murton (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=84632.msg3776602#msg3776602) and Vergil1989 - Ronin Alexandros (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=84632.msg3775680#msg3775680)<br><strong>Room 5:</strong> Christa McGinn - Matilda "Tilly" Olava Haraldsen (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=83967.msg3707421#msg3707421) and Esoteric Myobi - Lucy-Louise "Lulu" Bennett (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=83967.msg3729755#msg3729755)<br><strong>Room 6:</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - 2nd Floor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jaberwok</strong> on <strong>07-10-2010, 18:41:23</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: right;"><strong>Paul Raike</strong> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=84632.msg3727041#msg3727041) - <strong>Second Floor Hallway</strong> - <em>Heading to Men's Showers, wearing a towel and flip-flops</em></div><br>Paul stepped off of the elevator and walked around slowly, exploring the floor. Nice lounge, gym with pool, even a sauna! He found himself smiling by the time he finally found the door that matched the small paper tag hanging from his key: #2-6. Perfect, he thought, and closed the door behind him. The room itself held no shower, but the locker rooms weren't far; he unpacked his bag out onto the bed. <em>Change of clothing, check. Work shoes, check. Towel, flip flops, and toiletries bag, check.</em> He thought back to Aline and Lulu. <em>Tomorrow I'll have to bring a camera.</em><br><br>He peeled off his biking gear, and hung everything up to air out. That was more out of habit than anything else, as any sweat absorbed by the clothing had long since dried, most likely in the cool air of the gallery lobby. He grabbed his towel and wrapped it around his waist, slipped on the flip flops, and grabbed his toiletries and the room key; he took one last look around, to make sure he wasn't forgetting anything, before heading out towards the locker room and a long awaited shower.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - 2nd Floor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kunoichi</strong> on <strong>08-10-2010, 05:49:09</strong>
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				<strong>Kunoichi - disembarking from the elevator</strong><br><br>This time, upon stepping out of the elevator, Kunoichi managed to avoid tripping over the doorway and tumbling out into the hallway that lay beyond those sliding doors.&nbsp; This in itself wasn't all that unusual.&nbsp; In fact, it was a feat she had done dozens of times before, riding the elevators up and down from work to leisure time every day.&nbsp; What was unusual was that she was able to accomplish it without much of a state of focus, however.&nbsp; In fact, one might almost say she was entirely distracted, especially since she didn't even notice that she'd failed to trip over something.&nbsp; In her current state of mind, that was probably a good thing, however.&nbsp; She'd probably have just worried herself about what else she was going to run into, instead.<br><br>And just why was the young woman driven to such distraction?&nbsp; The sweeping of the gallery on the first floor had been going well, up to the point where Miss Myobi pulled her off that job.&nbsp; Then the subsequent tour she gave to the new models had gone well, as well.&nbsp; They were even now getting settled in, so it wasn't that, either.&nbsp; Some third item?&nbsp; Well, she had run into Avarice shortly afterwards...<br><br>Avarice was the name of one of the more experienced models at Waxing Rhapsodic.&nbsp; She was a woman whom Kuno found more than a little scary, though exactly why is a story she preferred to keep to herself.&nbsp; After all, many people, upon first coming to the photo studio, were left with the impression that the model was a kind, caring person whose only flaw was having a high opinion of herself.&nbsp; The young assistant had thought exactly as much, herself...&nbsp; For perhaps five minutes.&nbsp; That first day had seen her hanging around shyly in the background and watching her new coworkers interact, though, and it wasn't long before she saw a few things in that woman that made her blood run cold.<br><br>Now, whenever she came face to face with the model, all she saw was something... predatory.&nbsp; Frightening.&nbsp; And in the same way that a pack of wolves have no trouble sensing the weakest member of the herd, that woman sensed a definite weakness within her.&nbsp; Fortunately, she was at least never asked by Aline Myobi to ever assist on a photo shoot with that woman.&nbsp; At least... not after that first disaster of a photo shoot they'd been on together.<br><br>And now, here she was on the second floor, fumbling for her keys and pulling out the one to door #2-1.&nbsp; Her room, where she could sit and be completely alone for a few minutes while trying to get ready for the rest of the day.&nbsp; Her sanctuary, her (to borrow from Superman comics) Fortress of Solitude, her--<br><br>Shortly after rounding the corner, she abruptly ran into something.&nbsp; Trying to reach out for any form of support she could find, she fell backwards, her fingers clenching around something that promptly gave way under her hand and came down to the floor with her.&nbsp; Instantly looking away from whoever it was that she'd bumped into, she set about apologizing, holding up the item that she had grabbed in order to return it.<br><br>"I-I'm sorry.&nbsp; I w-wasn't looking where I was g-going."&nbsp; She stated meekly, stuttering a little as she commonly did when flustered.&nbsp; Of course, it didn't take her long to notice that the item she was holding was a towel, and then she got even more flustered.&nbsp; Worried about something, she risked a peek at the person she had bumped into, and...&nbsp; "<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Oh, dear...</span>"<br><br>Run?&nbsp; She would have liked to.&nbsp; She was frozen to the spot, however, absolutely mortified at the full consequences of what she had done.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - 2nd Floor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jaberwok</strong> on <strong>08-10-2010, 17:45:18</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: right;"><strong>Paul Raike</strong> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=84632.msg3727041#msg3727041) - <strong>Second Floor Hallway</strong> - <em>Talking to Kunoichi, wearing flip-flops</em></div><br>The feeling of forgetting something grew as Paul walked further and further from his room, and he couldn't help but glance back, wracking his brain as he tried to figure out what it was. That, however, was a mistake; he ran into someone who was rounding the corner. "I'm sorry! Are you alright?" The words popped out of his mouth automatically, a lifetime of politesse training finally bearing fruit. He looked down as he extended a hand to help whoever it was back up, and caught a flash of green hair and feminine features that seemed somehow familiar, before his eyes were drawn to an outstretched hand, holding out a towel. His mind chewed on that thoughtfully for a second. <em>Why this strange woman offering me a towel? Perhaps Lulu remembered that there weren't any in the rooms, and sent someone to provide me with one?</em> His eyes tracked slowly back towards the woman's face as she simultaneously turned to look at him, and he tried for a friendly smile. <em>That was nice of her, except I already have---</em> His eyes widened slightly as the hammer of realization finally broke through dense stupidity, and his eyes darted back to the hand to verify that the towel she held was indeed the one that had been hanging around his waist preserving dignity. He suddenly realized that her eyes hadn't been tracking upwards towards his face. "Oh. Fuck."<br><br>The most imperturbable part of Paul's brain filed the experience away for future storytelling purposes, because it realized that one day he would find this situation absolutely hilarious; the rest of him tried very hard not to die of embarrassment. The urge to cover himself fought with ingrained chivalry; the compromise he found probably wasn't the one he would have chosen if he'd had time to think about it. The hand holding toiletries shifted to cover his crotch; his free, outstretched hand tugged the woman to her feet. "Um, hi," he said, trying hard to figure out a way to salvage the situation without being accused of sexual harassment. "I'm Paul. I'm one of the new assistants, and... um..." He really didn't know where he was going with this, so he looked more closely at the woman in front of him. The feeling of familiarity snapped into sharp focus, and his heart sank as he recognized one of the women he'd met during his interviews, Miss Myobi's personal assistant.<br><br>"Miss Ku... Koo-no-chi, right?" He mentally kicked himself for not spending more time getting to know her assistants. <em>Oh well,</em> he thought, and tried to relax. <em>Shit happens.</em> He finished the smile he started earlier and shook her hand, ignoring the distinctly surreal feeling of trying to act normally while standing naked in the middle of a hallway, covering himself with clear bag that really wasn't up to the task. Belatedly, he realized he probably should have taken back his towel sooner. "Er, can I have my towel back please?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - 2nd Floor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kunoichi</strong> on <strong>09-10-2010, 04:30:34</strong>
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				<strong>Kunoichi - Talking to Paul in the hallway, holding his towel</strong><br><br>Getting pulled to her feet snapped Kuno out of the little daze that she had settled into, and her eyes moved further up his body, locking onto his chest.&nbsp; It was the best compromise she could come up with between looking at him and avoiding looking at his face, without seeming like she was staring anywhere less-appropriate.&nbsp; Like down at his little transparent bag of toiletries, for example, which was failing to cover his- Ack!&nbsp; Eyes on chest, eyes on chest!<br><br>"I-it's Kunoichi, actually."&nbsp; The young woman managed to speak up, still focusing intently on not looking either down or up.&nbsp; "Ku-No-Ichi.&nbsp; Like the word for a female ninja."&nbsp; And then something about it being a combination of the characters for 'sword' and 'woman', not that she could recall exactly where she heard that little bit of trivia from.&nbsp; She hadn't even gotten a straight answer from her parents on why they had picked that particular name for her, other than some off-hand comments about the Ninja being big during the Eighties.&nbsp; Things tended to get really quiet whenever she subsequently brought up the fact that she was born in the early Nineties...<br><br>When the towel was brought up, though, her focus then shifted down to the fluffy cloth in her hand, and her eyes widened again as she remembered what she was still holding onto.<br><br>"Ah!&nbsp; S-sorry!"&nbsp; She apologized, holding the towel back out for him to take again.&nbsp; Once he had it, she began moving to slide back around him in the hallway.&nbsp; "E-excuse me, please.&nbsp; I-I was heading to my room for something..."&nbsp; To relax for a few minutes...&nbsp; Though now she was probably going to go and hyperventilate, instead.&nbsp; "S-sorry for the trouble.&nbsp; Uhm... enjoy your bath."<br><br>And then she was gone, bounding down the hallway and turning in at the very last room on the right.&nbsp; Room 2-1.&nbsp; Home.&nbsp; A cramped little room with an even more crowded restroom, but my now the lack of space had become... familiar.&nbsp; Cozy.&nbsp; She could just rush in, let the weighted door shut itself behind her and the electronic lock relock itself automatically, (rather like most modern motels, actually,) and then stumble forward until she hit her mattress and faceplant into the warm, soft, cushiony goodness that was her pillow.&nbsp; Though, this time, rather than turning over, she just lay there for a short while and let her heart rate drop back down to normal, trying to calm down and purge a few images from her mind.<br><br>Paul, he'd said his name was...&nbsp; Paul Raike, one of the new assistants, right?&nbsp; Working with him was going to be difficult if she kept picturing him naked whenever they crossed paths...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - 2nd Floor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jaberwok</strong> on <strong>09-10-2010, 17:58:28</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: right;"><strong>Paul Raike</strong> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=84632.msg3727041#msg3727041) - <strong>Locker Rooms</strong> - <em>Taking a shower</em></div><br>Paul nodded as she pronounced her name, trying very hard to ignore the blush coloring her cheeks. <em>It's just a normal exchange at the office, right?</em> he thought to himself ironically. <em>Happens all the time. I'm guessing there's not usually quite as much of a breeze.</em> She thrust the towel at him, and he jumped back to avoid getting punched in the gut; however, his towel was back, and he was thankful for something less transparent to cover himself. She darted around him, down the hallway, and vanished into the room at the far end. Paul blinked as he wrapped the towel back around his waist, staring towards where she'd vanished. <em>Female ninja indeed.</em> "Sorry for... err, sorry," he called after her, but he was pretty sure the door was closed by the time he'd said it. Unsure of what else to do, he turned and headed towards the locker room.<br><br>This time he carefully peered around each corner before stepping out, and only relaxed once he was in the stall of the shower. The warm water cascading over skin and muscle helped, and he suddenly realized how tense he'd been all day long. He thought over the day backwards, starting from his run in with Kunoichi, and the more he thought about it, the more he realized that it hadn't strictly been his fault. Perhaps that's why she'd seemed even more embarrassed than he'd been, if such a thing was possible; he hoped she'd just forget the entire encounter, as he tried to do the same. Perhaps he'd get a chance to make a better impression later... or perhaps he'd never see her again, and be spared the indignity of trying to replace the groin level view she'd gotten of him when she'd fallen on her ass. <em>Snowball, welcome to Hell. Enjoy your stay!</em> He sighed, and worked the shampoo through his hair, working it into a lather. <em>Nothing you can do about it, so don't waste the worry.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - 2nd Floor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kunoichi</strong> on <strong>10-10-2010, 00:18:59</strong>
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				<strong>Kunoichi - Alone in her room</strong><br><br>Kunoichi's room was a rather unusual one, or perhaps not so unusual, given her... unique tendencies.&nbsp; She had an extremely low-set bed, the mattress practically resting on the floor, if not for the strong wooden frame seperating the two surfaces.&nbsp; She also didn't have much in the way of bedside desks or tables, though the side of her bed frame that was flush with the right wall was raised, basically serving the same purpose.&nbsp; It was on this that the case for her glasses, an alarm clock and a lamp rested, as well as the occasional drink or plate of food.&nbsp; She hadn't brought in anything like that at the moment, though.&nbsp; On the underside of her bed was also a set of drawers, as well, but she didn't really advertise their presence.&nbsp; They contained various... personal items, which she preferred not to leave out in the open for anyone to come in and see.<br><br>Other notable features of the room included the soft and fluffy carpeting, specifically-selected to avoid friction burns and other nasty scrapes when she inevitably tripped over something in her room, the bookshelf on the left wall that, alonside books, contained various models, assorted toys and a few of Kuno's tamer photos, along with her clothes, of course, and the window along the north wall that had been nailed shut after the one time the poor girl had been left hanging precariously out of it by one hand for a few hours.<br><br>There were also a few posters hanging along the walls, mostly old science fiction movies and comic book covers, though the poster for the first Star Wars movie was up there, as well.&nbsp; Overall, it just seemed like a room where the bare minimum had been provided had been provided to make it feel like a home, without leaving anything in the way that an accident-prone young woman might trip over and really hurt herself on.&nbsp; Even all the corners had been rounded off on what little furniture she possessed, and the only chair that a guest might sit in was a simple bean-bag chair propped up against the wall underneath the window.<br><br>The blinds on the window were, of course, tightly-drawn at the moment, and Kuno was still laying in her bed, though by now she had at least turned over and was staring blankly at the ceiling.&nbsp; The lights were off, so it was only the natural lighting from the sun that shined through into her room, and the gentle sound of the shower running down the hallway was oddly-helpful in keeping her calm as she lay there.<br><br>Music would have helped even more, of course.&nbsp; Perhaps it was worth it to spring for an MP3 player when she got her next paycheck?&nbsp; Well, if she didn't have to pay for any other damages this month, anyway.&nbsp; Maybe her laptop would even be back from the PC repair shop by then...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - 2nd Floor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigBuckBob</strong> on <strong>10-10-2010, 13:24:50</strong>
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				James was rather minimalist when it came to his room and decorations. He worked at an art gallery and saw beautiful models on a regular basis, so he didn't really see the point of putting anything of that sort on his wall. And anything less eegant, like movie posters, seemed a little juvenile in comparison. So he only had a few essentials, an hold dresser (http://0.tqn.com/w/experts/Collectibles-General-Antiques-682/2008/11/old-dresser_1.jpg") that seemed out of place with the general cleanliness that the room featured with such little decoration, his desk with built in file cabinet and shredder, and his bed (http://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://bedzine.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2007/02/broadway_bed.jpg&amp;imgrefurl=http://bedzine.com/blog/tag/bed_mattress/&amp;usg=__RSJBuUoQcPFASjrM2wTsTpm32Qg=&amp;h=480&amp;w=700&amp;sz=38&amp;hl=en&amp;start=0&amp;zoom=1&amp;tbnid=7XghxL9uI7NRYM:&amp;tbnh=139&amp;tbnw=182&amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Dmodern%2Bbed%26um%3D1%26hl%3Den%26safe%3Doff%26client%3Dfirefox-a%26sa%3DX%26rls%3Dorg.mozilla:en-US:official%26biw%3D1366%26bih%3D606%26tbs%3Disch:1&amp;um=1&amp;itbs=1&amp;iact=rc&amp;dur=470&amp;ei=Qp6xTMawDoz6sAPV64ysDA&amp;oei=rJ2xTLuhPIyisQO7tcTpCw&amp;esq=22&amp;page=1&amp;ndsp=18&amp;ved=1t:429,r:13,s:0&amp;tx=94&amp;ty=65), with seats worked into the design in such a way that his desk was made obsolete.<br><br>He wasn't particularly sure at what time he had arrived back in the building, but he did manage to wake up in his own bed. There were no photo shoots the previous day, but the gallery was open to the buyers, if one or the other of those things was true, he would know whether or not he was in trouble today, but with both...&nbsp; He would find out soon enough. First things first, morning rituals, but where to begin? He yawned and scrunched his face recoiling from his own breath, and decided- bathroom before checking the internet for info on any fresh faces, As he headed for the facilities he realized it was inevitable, having missed out on yesterday he didn't have any names to search for anyway.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - 2nd Floor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jaberwok</strong> on <strong>10-10-2010, 22:52:58</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: right;"><strong>Paul Raike</strong> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=84632.msg3727041#msg3727041) - <strong>Locker Rooms</strong> - <em>Heading back to his room to change</em></div><br>Paul turned off the shower, and took his time drying off. The previous evening had been mostly uneventful after his run in with Kunoichi; he'd spent the rest of the day exploring the building and its surroundings, getting a feel for the neighborhood. He hadn't run into anyone else, but that was ok; after losing his towel in front of a coworker he was quite ready for some normalcy. The slip with his work assignment had been in his box before he'd gone home, and he'd nearly tripped over the trash can when he read it walking out to his bike. <em>Photographer: Esoteric Myobi - Aline Myobi; Models: Avarice (NPC), Matilda Olava Haraldsen; Assistants: Paul Raike!</em> Nothing like working for the boss on your first real day on the job, right?<br><br>He hadn't slept very well, and getting up an hour earlier hadn't helped; however, he'd arrived extra early today in exchange, so it wasn't all bad. He had no idea how late Miss Myobi would want to go, so he'd brought enough to cover staying a few nights, if necessary, and a few other knickknacks; more importantly, he remembered to bring a robe, and he wrapped the white terrycloth around him, tied the sash off, and headed back towards his room with his toiletries. As he walked, he wondered what Matilda and Avarice were like. In particular, he wondered about Avarice; was it her given name, or had she taken it as a pseudonym for privacy? All told, he was looking forward to the day's work!<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - 2nd Floor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gensokian</strong> on <strong>11-10-2010, 00:37:51</strong>
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				Issac Therman - <strong>Room 4</strong> - <em>waking up late</em><br><br>Issac Therman woke up in his bed in a daze. He could have sworn that he was on an island with a Native American girl, drinking martinis and playing golf, just before the giant squid attacked. Shaking his head at the thought as he rose, he was ashamed of himself that he believed it to be real. It was just one of those dreams that made no sense, but was so vivid that it had to be real. Rubbing his eyes and making his way out of bed, he felt that he was sweating quite a bit in his dream. It had to have been the reason his mouth was so dry at the moment. As he removed his fingers from his eyes, he laid them upon the clock, and noticed that it was 9:00 a.m. He was supposed to be at his post in the lobby at 8:30.<br><br>"Oh, shit!" he yelled, loud enough that anyone on the 2nd floor could hear him through his closed door. He was rather easygoing with most things, but as he had changed his personality a slight bit during his time working odd jobs where time was critical, being late was not something he took well any longer. He rushed quite clumsily to the closet, reaching for his black suit he had planned to wear for the day. Hastily putting it on, he left the collar up, not caring about appearance at the moment. He then rushed himself into the matching pair of black pants, quickly tucking in the suit, leaving a little bit of it sticking out in back. He then rushed to his black shoes, forgetting about the belt. After he deemed he was dressed enough, he open the door to Room 4 and rushed out into the hall, running to the elevator.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - 2nd Floor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jaberwok</strong> on <strong>11-10-2010, 05:08:04</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: right;"><strong>Paul Raike</strong> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=84632.msg3727041#msg3727041) - <strong>2nd Floor Elevators</strong> - <em>Waiting</em></div><br>Paul heard the yell as he left the locker rooms. "That can't be good," he muttered, and glanced around. It sounded like someone had just spilled red wine onto a favorite white carpet, but there was no telling what had actually sparked the outburst. He walked carefully towards the hallway containing the rooms; a good thing, too, because as he rounded the corner the door of the far room popped open, and a man came flying out, looking for all the world like he'd just been caught <em>in flagrante delicto</em> with the devil's wife. Thankfully, this time he had the good grace to step out of the way, narrowly avoiding a collision as the man careened down the hall towards the elevator. "Um, good morning?" he said, not quite sure if he should be annoyed at the near collision or thankful for the near miss. He finally decided on neither, and hurried back to his room, hoping to avoid anyone else that might be waking up late.<br><hr>Fifteen minutes later he was dressed: white button-down, grey slacks with a black belt, and a sports coat; the formal look was muted by the lack of tie and black Converse sneakers. He took one last moment to make sure he looked presentable, then headed out, carefully working his way around the bike he'd managed to stuff just inside the door. At first he'd planned to simply lock the bike up outside again; however, the ominous clouds hanging over the city had made him nervous as he rode in, and the rumble of far off thunder as he had arrived had made the decision for him. If he ended up spending the night, he decided, he'd take the time to rearrange the room before actually sleeping. Perhaps he could put some hooks in the ceiling for it to hang from?<br><br>He pondered the logistics of storing his bike in the room as he waited for the elevator to return from the lobby.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - 2nd Floor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gensokian</strong> on <strong>11-10-2010, 05:17:33</strong>
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				Issac Therman - <strong>2nd Floor Elevators</strong> - <em>panicking at the elevator</em><br><br>This was not good; it had been almost fifteen minutes since Issac pressed the elevator button, and it had still not come up. Even with the fifteen minutes having passed, he still had not fixed his collar or tucked-in suit. He kept pressing the button with the down arrow, almost beginning to sweat. It was then that he noticed the other man come up to the elevator. Trying to calm himself, realizing that he was losing control, he drew in a deep breath and let it out slowly.<br><br>"Oh, hey," he greeted the fellow employee, still not familiar with names. "It seems the elevator is out of service. Should we call down to the lobby and inform them?" Issac was still in a panic, but he found himself able to hide it while the other man was nearby. It had always been a good feature he possessed, if not always potent. It did keep him from punching in the button, though, and his cool temper was returning slowly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - 2nd Floor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kunoichi</strong> on <strong>11-10-2010, 05:26:27</strong>
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				<strong>Kunoichi - The Lounge, Morning</strong><br><br>Kunoichi, if anyone was searching for her, was to be found in the Lounge.&nbsp; She had had a simple breakfast fixed for herself, literally nothing but a bowl of cereal and a glass of orange juice, and she was sitting on her couch with the breakfast items on a tray, enjoying her meal and getting a good start to her day.&nbsp; She was also currently not dressed for the day, feet bare and body covered by nothing but a set of flannel pajamas, but she didn't seem to care very much about that.&nbsp; Instead, her attention seemed to be riveted to the Lounge's large, central television, the plasma screen displaying images of black and white, occasionally interspersed with bouts of colorful commercials.&nbsp; Even now, a man was locked in a titanic struggle with a boxy yet somehow-intimidating machine...<br><br>"Jane!&nbsp; Hurry!"&nbsp; Even now, a length of metal pipe was being used to beat off cold, metallic manipulators, the steely titan ever advancing as it reached for the man's throat.&nbsp; "You've got to get out of here!&nbsp; Get to safety!"<br><br>"No, Henry, no!&nbsp; Don't you see?"&nbsp; A woman pleaded, tears rolling down her face as she witnessed the confrontation.&nbsp; "He only wants to protect me!&nbsp; Keep me safe!"<br><br>"And was he protecting you when he killed Dr. Smith?!"&nbsp; The man demanded, even now becoming more desperate, as the robot forced him back into a corner.&nbsp; "What about Dr. Brown?&nbsp; Was he protecting you when he set all those fires?&nbsp; Snap out of it, Jane!&nbsp; Can't you see he's gone ma-aaack!"<br><br>"Why couldn't you just accept it?"&nbsp; The tears flowed freely as the woman watched the life slowly leave the man's body.&nbsp; "Why couldn't you just accept that I loved you both?&nbsp; Oh, Henry, I'm sorry..."<br><br>Needless to say, the movie she was currently watching had Kuno's full attention...&nbsp; And it would probably take something fairly drastic to shake her loose from the television's hold upon her.&nbsp; Fortunately for the young assistant, though, she still had some time left before she had to start her day.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - 2nd Floor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigBuckBob</strong> on <strong>11-10-2010, 11:05:26</strong>
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				James- Approaching Kunoichi in the Lounge<br><br>Refreshed and ready for the day James headed toward the main hall. He noticed the movie playing on the plasma and slowed his pace. It was an important scene, at least so far as you could get in an old sci-fi flick, so he was fairly certain he could get away with sneaking up on the girl watching it. She was really in to the movie, and giving her a good jolt might just keep her alert during the rest of the day. Or it would just make him laugh. <br><br>He planned it out, waiting for the boxy robot to make it's move. As the woman cried over her deceased love, the bot placed the two metal claws that were its hands on her shoulders. When it did, james would reach his own hands down and give a tight squeeze to Kunoichi's shoulders and give her a light shake.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - 2nd Floor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jaberwok</strong> on <strong>11-10-2010, 18:31:42</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: right;"><strong>Paul Raike</strong> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=84632.msg3727041#msg3727041) - <strong>2nd Floor Elevators</strong> - <em>Waiting, talking to Issac and watching James and Kunoichi</em></div><br>Paul smiled at the other man, an expression that immediately switched to a frown at the comment about the elevator. "Oh, God, I hope it's not," he said in reply, punching the up button again. "I'm supposed to go to the top floor for a photo shoot today." He glanced around for the stairs; it wouldn't be his first choice (or second, or third, really), but if the elevator was actually broken, it would be the only option left.<br><br>He glanced at the disheveled man next to him, and smiled again apologetically. "Sorry, I don't think we've met. I'm Paul. Paul Raike. And I actually don't know if anyone is available down in the lobby yet, especially if the elevator is broken." He looked around again, and spotted Kunoichi sitting on the couch in front of the TV. "Say, I think she's Miss Myobi's personal assistant, she might know what's going on." He took two steps towards the couch, then quickly reconsidered the idea. "Maybe you should go. I'm not sure... that she and... I..." Paul's comments rambled off as he watched another man, one he hadn't met yet, start to sneak up on Kunoichi. Although part of him really thought that was a bad idea, he didn't move; after all, maybe the two of them knew each other well, and often pulled such pranks. He glanced at Issac, to see if the other man was following this as well.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - 2nd Floor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gensokian</strong> on <strong>11-10-2010, 22:39:54</strong>
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				Issac Therman - <strong>2nd Floor Elevators</strong> - <em>calmer, needing information, talking with Paul, and about to ask Kunoichi for information</em><br><br>Issac watched the antics of the new man towards Kunoichi, and thought that it was just a simple joke between friends. Turning his attention to the man next to him--Paul, as he just introduced himself--, he held out his hand for the other man to shake. "The name's Issac," he greeted Paul. "Issac Therman. I'm not sure what's going on, either. I'll admit, I was supposed to be down in the lobby at 8:30, but I overslept. This does not bode well for my timely reputation." <br><br>Hearing Paul's idea of asking Kunoichi if she knew something, Issac figured it was a smart approach. He vaguely knew her, if only because she was his employer's assistant. He was not sure what Paul was getting at by suggesting it be himself that asked her, but he had no qualms with it. No one was too intimidating for him to approach, but he did hesitate a little, seeing that she was already being harassed by another. However, that seemed to be just a playful encounter, and this would be a business issue, so he made his way behind the chair she was in, yet he froze for a reason unknown to himself, just standing there without a word.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - 2nd Floor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kunoichi</strong> on <strong>13-10-2010, 01:36:57</strong>
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				<strong>Kunoichi - On the couch, in the lounge</strong><br><br>As James would soon come to learn, most of those who had been working for the Waxing Rhapsodic Photo Studios tried to avoid startling Kuno too badly when interacting with her.&nbsp; She was accident-prone, shy, and, perhaps not surprisingly, could bolt with rather amazing speed when given cause to do so.&nbsp; In this particular case, his little prank got a loud yelp out of her, and caused her to jump up at least a foot in the air from a sitting position.&nbsp; Her hands also flailed wildly, which wasn't such a good thing, considering that they were currently holding something.&nbsp; For his trouble, James got a bowl of cereal and milk to the face, while Kuno herself was drenched in orange juice.<br><br>Then, as the now-empty bowl, glass, and spoon came clattering down...&nbsp; The young assistant seemed to vanish entirely.<br><br>"Ah..."&nbsp; A few seconds later, a green-haired, orange juice-drenched face poked out from behind the TV.&nbsp; As her heart rate began to go down, the poor girl realize just what a mess she had made.&nbsp; "S-sorry about that...&nbsp; You st-startled me."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - 2nd Floor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jaberwok</strong> on <strong>13-10-2010, 01:44:00</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: right;"><strong>Paul Raike</strong> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=84632.msg3727041#msg3727041) - <strong>2nd Floor Elevators</strong> - <em>Headed to the Penthouse</em></div><br>Paul blinked in surprise, and tried not to laugh as the man was drenched in breakfast. He glanced at Issac with a grin, though, and was about to say something, when the soft 'ding' of the elevator caught his attention. "Issac, right? The elevator is here." He paused at the doors long enough to make sure the elevator had actually arrived, before slipping inside, and pressing the button for the top floor, and then the hold doors open button, in that order. <em>Hey, you might be late, but I am too,</em> he thought, and gestured out the door for the other man to follow.<br><br>Once both were inside and the doors closed, the elevator slowly but surely chugged its way upwards, and Paul gave Issac an apologetic shrug. "Wow, do you believe that?" he said, referring back to Kunoichi's leap from the couch. "I wonder if they know each other."<br><br>As the elevator opened on the top floor, Paul nodded goodbye to Issac. "Good luck. I'll see you around."<br><br><div style="text-align: right;"><em>Paul heads to the Aline Myobi's Office and Studios (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=84437.msg3766460#msg3766460)</em></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - 2nd Floor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gensokian</strong> on <strong>13-10-2010, 02:26:08</strong>
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				Issac Therman - <strong>Inside the Elevator</strong> - <em>Going to his post in the lobby</em><br><br>Issac burst out laughing as soon as the elevator doors closed. Kuno's reaction was just priceless. He was glad that he was a slight distance away, or else he, too, would be covered in her breakfast. Oh, wait, breakfast...it seemed that Issac had forgotten one thing in his rush. However, he decided that he could wait until his lunch break, as it was not the first time he let this happen. All he had to do was just concentrate on his job. That would be simple enough.<br><br>Nodding to Paul as he left at his destination, he hit the button for the lobby, getting ready to finally work. By his calculations, he was at least 45 minutes late; he hoped that it could be tolerated. Realizing that it would take a while to reach the lobby, he checked how his wardrobe was, and noticed that he needed some fixing. Adjusting his collar and fixing his suit, he decided that he did not need a belt. As the elevator went down, he prayed that no one else needed to use the elevator.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - 2nd Floor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigBuckBob</strong> on <strong>13-10-2010, 05:38:49</strong>
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				He put his hand to his forehead and wiped down his face, neck and chest removing any bits of cereal that might have stuck to him, and clearing the excess milk. He had an amused smirk on his lips but there was a fire in his eyes. Certainly it had been his intention to get a reaction, and he should have known better then to stand so close to her when he got one, but that didn't make it less embarrassing to be drenched in milk and cereal.<br><br>"I think that reaction was a few notches past startled, and more into the 'freaked out' category."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - 2nd Floor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kunoichi</strong> on <strong>15-10-2010, 09:37:32</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">((BigBuckBob, remember that you need to add a little note about your character's name and current status at the top of your post. ^^; ))</span><br><br><br><strong>Kunoichi - Skipping Ahead</strong><br><br>Apologizing to James hadn't taken the young assistant too long, fortunately.&nbsp; Cleaning up the mess that had been made of the couch, carpet, and herself?&nbsp; That took a bit longer, and involved taking a shower.&nbsp; Fortunately, the next movie that came along was one of those bad old B-movies that didn't even possess the same campy charm as the one preceding it, and so she was free to take a nice, long shower for a good hour or so, without having to worry about missing anything important.&nbsp; It was an all-day science fiction movie marathon that she had lucked out on, it taking place on the same day as her day off, and so she had been hoping to just sit around with some snacks and drink and enjoy it in her flannel pajamas all day...&nbsp; But, in lieu of watching tales of forbidden love between human women and various robots and aliens, she certainly wouldn't mind fantasizing about it in the shower for a little while.<br><br>Of course, the one thing that tended to bother her about those movies was that the women always took such submissive roles.&nbsp; These were directors who had made their names in breaking new ground artistically, who had become known for willing to use the camera's lens to capture new concepts and new ideas and who had even managed to engage in some striking social commentary, in spite of the low budgets and black-and-white film of their times...&nbsp; Yet, even when compared to the black-and-white portraits and other pieces hanging downstairs, they seemed to show little in the way of gender equality.&nbsp; Compared to actually being on the set for one of Miss Myobi's photo shoots, or any of the other talented photographers the Waxing Rhapsodic Photo Studios employed...<br><br>Well, perhaps that was what her imagination was good for?&nbsp; Filling in the blanks, letting her dream of, say, turning things around in that film <em>In Alien Bondage</em>, imagining that the housewife kept the alien hostage from the government, until Stockholm's syndrome set in...&nbsp; Wait, no, that still left plot holes.&nbsp; That movie had been an exciting psychological thriller about government conspiracies and the effects of prolonged imprisonment on the human psyche.&nbsp; The sex scenes, stimulating though they were, were actually full of quite a bit of important symbolism...&nbsp; And turning things around would take a lot more work than that to still stay true to the film.<br><br>Alas, it seemed her artistic sensibilities were stronger than her libido...&nbsp; But then, perhaps that was why Miss Myobi had hired her?&nbsp; It was comforting to think about, anyway.<br><br><em>The Woman who Loved a Robot</em>, which had just been going off when James first snuck up on Kuno, was easier to turn around, though.&nbsp; Just having robots, emotionless and logical beings that they were, simply go mad never really sat well with her in the first place.&nbsp; Having the far-more-volatile-by-comparison human mind become madly in-love with the robot was considerably easier, and instead of taking the remote control out of the picture early on, it could be used for so many interesting things, so much control, and in such a symbolic way...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - 2nd Floor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Esoteric Myobi</strong> on <strong>24-10-2010, 06:54:45</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">It is now:</span></strong> <br><br><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size">Day 3 <em>(ends Sat, Nov 13)</em></span><br><br>Day 3 will <strong>end</strong> on <em>Sat, Nov 13</em>!<br>Sun, Nov 14 - Day 4 <strong>begins</strong>! </div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - 2nd Floor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Esoteric Myobi</strong> on <strong>12-11-2010, 01:38:13</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Due to the tragic fire...</span></strong> <br><br>Waxing Rhapsodic has moved to another location. Posting from here on out will take place in the new building.<br><br>R.I.P. To the memories made and lost, along with all the beautiful artwork created. <br><br>Here's looking to a brighter tomorrow as those of us left work together to rebuild Waxing Rhapsodic to its former glory.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - 2nd Floor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Esoteric Myobi</strong> on <strong>12-11-2010, 02:07:39</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-family: pristina;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 36pt;" class="bbc_size">2nd Floor - Staff</span></span></div><br><div align="center">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/32/2nd_Floor_Blueprint.jpg)</div><br>After the tragedy of the accidental fire, Waxing Rhapsodic has managed to move on and pick up its pieces. Now, located in a smaller building, those who had decided to stay are now returning after a month's time. <br><br>Despite all of the changes, the expectations are still the same. Employees are expected to always be dressed neatly and care for their appearance. Most importantly, is catering to the needs of customers (buyers) - <em>"When bearing the company name, you are a representative to the public."</em><br><br>With the smaller staff, everyone will be expected to help out where needed. Models assisting in the gallery, Staff assisting in shoots, Assistants being models, etc. All are liable to occur and should not be a surprise when the help is requested.<br><br><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/25/2nd_Floor_Room_Layout.jpg)</div>As before, employees are still offered the option of residing within the building itself if the employee so chooses. Each room offers the bare essentials per person:<br><br>• a single bed which raised on a wheeled metal frame (can easily be extended higher or lower, and even stacked atop to make into bunk beds)<br>• a small closet with a sliding door<br>• three sets of drawers (2 small [under desk and next to bed], 1 medium [in closet])<br>• a small desk and chair <br><br>Besides the ceiling light, each desk is equipped with a built-in light. The floor is made of oak, and blinds cover the windows. The room is completely bare, employees need to bring their own things such as bed necessities (cover, pillow, blankets).<br><br>Each employee has their own mailbox located along the wall of the lounge. The bulletin board will show events and announcements. The kitchen holds all basic necessities in terms of utensils, as for ingredients employees will have to buy their own groceries. The lounge is simple but comfortable, plush chairs and sofas take up the room with a flat screen TV being the only entertainment. The restroom and showers can be accessed from both sides.<br><br>If anything happens to be damaged (due to carelessness or accidents) then employees are expected to replace the item out of their own pocket. However, if a problem occurs (such as leaks, plumbing, wear and tear due to age and use) then the problem can be brought to Aline who will promptly send for repairs.<br><br><div align="center"><sup>More rooms will be added on if needed.</sup></div><br><strong>Room 1:</strong> FallenFeather - Anastazja Borkowska (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=84632.msg3732617#msg3732617) and orderNchaos - Courtney Rivers (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=83967.msg3713200#msg3713200)&nbsp; <br><strong>Room 2:</strong> jaberwok - Paul Raike (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=83967.msg3722570#msg3722570) and Writersblockade - Anthony Johnston (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=84632.msg3761693#msg3761693)<br><strong>Room 3:</strong> mrsjaz - Claire Thompson (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=84632.msg3884886#msg3884886) and kaz - India Mercu (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=84632.msg3773412#msg3773412)<br><strong>Room 4:</strong> despickable - Andrew Murton (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=84632.msg3776602#msg3776602) and Vergil1989 - Ronin Alexandros (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=84632.msg3775680#msg3775680)<br><strong>Room 5:</strong> Christa McGinn - Matilda "Tilly" Olava Haraldsen (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=83967.msg3707421#msg3707421) and Esoteric Myobi - Lucy-Louise "Lulu" Bennett (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=83967.msg3729755#msg3729755)<br><strong>Room 6:</strong><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - 2nd Floor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Esoteric Myobi</strong> on <strong>11-01-2011, 22:54:26</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Lulu Bennett -</strong> <em>Unpacking in Room 5...</em></span></div><br>Lulu had arrived late last night with her luggage, though she'd been popping in and out of the gallery at intervals throughout the month. A part of her hoped that she wasn't being <em>too</em> bothersome, especially during that messy construction period...but the other part of her just missed having a place where she belonged. From her hometown that scorned her way of dress, to the various places she'd hopped around, it didn't take much for her to realize that Waxing Rhapsodic was the place where she belonged. The burning of the building had brought a few tears from her, and plenty of sulking on her own time when she wasn't trying to find a place to crash at for the night. When she received the notice from Aline that a new building had been found, her spirits had lifted immediately...she'd also meandered on over to take a look. <br><br>It felt <em>so good</em> to have a place to stay again. That uneasy feeling of mooching off of others was slowly dissipating from her conscience. Having just made her bed, smoothing out the new sheets and blankets she'd purchased, Lulu flopped down on it and stared up at the ceiling for a moment. She only had one suitcase of belongings left, most of it were newly bought as the rest were either burned or in the garbage. Glancing over at the other half of her room, she wondered when Tilly would be showing up. It surprised her that she'd actually been looking forward to having a roommate, and now that she was here...that empty bed and furniture seemed slightly lonely.<br><br>Hopping back up, she glanced at her open suitcase and over to the open drawers. Clothing was strewn randomly in the luggage and haphazardly folded into the drawers. None of the clothes were very unusual. In fact, they were all too normal for Lulu's tastes. A soft sigh, and she stretched before murmuring to herself. "Well, just gotta start collecting again."<br><br>Turning back to her task, she continued sorting her things, putting off looking around the building for the moment.<br><br>
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