The Spouse Program ~The town, public day to day~
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				Title: <strong>The Spouse Program ~The town, public day to day~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LamentingQuill</strong> on <strong>11-03-2018, 22:58:14</strong>
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				Post by: <strong>LamentingQuill</strong> on <strong>16-03-2018, 07:58:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://iv1.lisimg.com/image/3849840/471full-gackt-camui.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Eiji Tasuo<br><strong>Date and Time:</strong> June 1st, Friday. 1:00 PM<br><strong>Location:</strong> City hall, Prime Minister's office<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Sharp and elegant suit</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/24/54/1b/24541b6f07ce86fea7b4caa226c198a8.jpg)</div></div><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Hailey Jensen<br><strong>Mentioning:</strong> Simon Black<br><strong>Content warnings:</strong> N/A<br><strong>Extra information:</strong> N/A<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^</span></strong><br><br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://geeglenews.com/ct-geeglenews/uploads/2017/04/kamiya-erina-383286.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Mizuki Tasuo<br><strong>Date and Time:</strong> June 1st, Friday. 1:00 PM<br><strong>Location:</strong> City hall, Prime minister's office<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Elegance in plum (https://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=236641923[/URL)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> N/A<br><strong>Mentioning:</strong> Jerry Stockton<br><strong>Content warnings:</strong> N/A<br><strong>Extra information:</strong> Mizuki's part are glowed in purple<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><hr><br><br>Eiji stood staring out the tall sparkling clean glass window of his town hall office, his expression was stoic and utterly calm... but his dark chocolate gaze held uncertainties... today launched the official release of the 'The Spouse Program' and while he felt hopeful for this first baby step in what he felt was the right direction...<br><br>The vampire couldn't help but experience anxiousness about how some of the less 'human friendly' off the upper class might respond...<br><br>True enough, Eiji had taken great measures to ensure the safety of any humans brave enough to get involved with this tide of change... but he knew he and those loyal to him were not exactly invincible, no one was... and there were others individuals of the many, many races and species of this world that were very, very clever...<br><br>“Hm...” He murmured softly, his eyes narrowing a little bit at these dark unsettling thoughts... he thought back two hundred years when he was first elected as the Prime Minister... what did these human hating individuals think was going to happen? It was no secret that Eiji did not share any negative outlooks on humans...<br>He'd always been on the lookout for any possible coups or possible alterior motives for putting him into this position of power... he could not afford to overlook anything and he could not afford to trust ANYONE too much... <br><br>Well... perhaps with the exception of Simon Black... the demon lawyer was one of Eiji's oldest friends and was there beside him all those two hundred years ago, he was and remained one of Eiji's most faithful supporters. He had even helped Eiji devise this program, along with how to convince the council to allow it to pass.<br><br>Yes, Simon was the exception.<br><br>With a sigh, Eiji turned away from the window and the harsh glaring light of early dawn, pulling the heavy drapes closed before he moved over to the desk.<br>He stared at him closed laptop for a brief moment or two before he gently pried it open and jiggled his nearby mouse to activate the screen... instantly the program's main menu page popped up... he tilted his head ever so slightly to one side as he deeply considered what he was thinking at the current moment...<br><br>“Perhaps it would be a show of good faith... if the Prime Minister was the first to engage the program...” Eiji murmured, grasped his chair and pulled it out a short ways to allow him to sit down.... his dark chocolate gaze stared the 'female candidates' tab a moment or two as if to mentally prepare himself for the step he was about to take that would permanently change his life as a bachelor... but near a thousand years of avoiding marriage was really quite pushing it... wasn't it?<br>With that though, the Japanese vampire clicked the tab and quickly found himself viewing several submitted profiles of participating human females, each one just as lovely as the last in her own unique way...<br><br>The office door opened then and Eiji looked up calmly, there was only two individuals that held a spare key to his office door, Simon and Eiji's twin sister Mizuki... he smiled welcomingly when he saw his sister stepping into the office with a thermos in hand that he could smell a mile away containing only the very finest pigs blood.<br><br>“You skipped breakfast again, brother, you need to stop doing that” Mizuki scolded him, striding forward into the room towards the desk and set the thermos down in front of her brother “Eat, right now, no excuses”<br><br>Eiji couldn't help but smile at his sister, she was always taking care of him, he supposed it would be nice for her to catch a break after he had a wife looking after him instead, perhaps she'd be more inclined to choose a husband for herself then.<br><br>“I have decided to take part in the program, Mizu-Chan”&nbsp; he announced, calmly and plainly “I would like you to consider it yourself as well. Just promise me you'll merely think about it at the very least”<br><br>Mizuki sighed softly and took a seat in the armchair on the other side of her brother's desk “Honesly, Eiji... I already have thought about, I was actually going to tell you that I'd decided I'm going to do it, it was just a convenient coincidence that you'd forgotten to eat anything, so why not hit two birds with one stone?”<br><br>Eiji smirked at his sister and reached for the thermos she'd brought for him, unscrewing the top and bringing the edge to his mouth before he took a deep drink of the ruby red liquid within... sweet Mizuki, she had indeed brought him his favorite gourmet pigs blood from their favorite butcher shop, there was no mistaking this exquisite rich taste, he was fortunate to have such a good sister.<br><br>Sighing contentedly as the hot blood journeyed down and warmed his stomach, Eiji gave his sister a kind warm smile “I am very glad to hear that, Mizu-Chan, I am so proud of you for having such an enlightened attitude about all this, you've always been so beautiful hearted. Have you checked the site yet? Seen anyone you might like meeting?”<br><br>“I did see one... a particular handsome American man, he's a bit rugged and rough around the edges... it's exciting to me...” Mizuki said with a mischievous smile, wondering how her brother might respond to that.<br><br>Eiji grinned and shook his head with a chuckle “Whatever makes you happy, sister... just make sure you will be happy with your choice before making any final decisions”<br><br>Mizuki smile softly and nodded “<acronym title="Yes, brother">Hai, Ani-san</acronym>, I promise you I will make sure my heart is in this before I commit to anything. Don't worry”<br><br>Eiji glanced down at his laptop screen again and abruptly stopped scrolling down... a particular picture caught his eye... as well as her last name... “Jensen... I know this family...”<br><br>Mizuki got up from her seat and came around the desk to see what her twin was talking about “Oh yeah... I remember that whole ugly affair... two hundred years ago. Nice to see your efforts paid off, Eiji, the family line survived... so... are you... interested in this girl? She's quite pretty”<br><br>Eiji glanced up at his sister and took in her hinting grin... sometimes she knew him better than he knew himself... he turned his eyes back to the picture staring at him from the screen and pursed his lips softly in thought...<br><br>“Perhaps I shall... after all, if we do not suit... then it's just a harmless dinner date” Eiji rationalized “Yes... I will request the pleasure of her company for dinner tomorrow night”<br><br>“Good!” Mizuki exclaimed happily, clapping a hand down on her brother's shoulder “It's about time you started seriously dating, I hope soon I might even get some nieces or nephews to spoil rotten!”<br><br>“The same could be said of you, my sweet sister” Eiji replied with a teasing smile as he looked up at her “Are you going to send a dinner request to this... how did you put it... rough and rugged handsome fellow?”<br><br>Mizuki smirked and leaned down to press a kiss to her brother's cheek “I shall head home right now and do just that”<br><br>With that, Mizuki pulled back from her brother and turned to quickly depart the office, shutting the door securely behind her.<br><br>Eiji shook his head with a smile before he focused on typing out a polite and respectful message to the lovely Hailey Jensen...<br><br>The e-mail read as thus:<br><br><em>Miss Jensen,<br><br>Your pleasurable company is humbly requested by Eiji Tasuo for dinner at The Sparkling Diamond on the evening of Saturday, June 2nd at 7:00 PM. I feel strangely powerfully compelled to get to know you better and if you should feel you would be willing to have me, discuss terms for a betrothal.<br><br>If you feel inclined to accept this invitation, please respond as soon as possible and a car will be sent to retrieve you from your residence.<br><br>Sincerely, <br><br>~Eiji Tasuo.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Spouse Program ~The town, public day to day~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>OmegasTrinity</strong> on <strong>17-03-2018, 22:14:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/la8WTxr.png)(https://i.imgur.com/lKcZnm2.png)</div><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Name:</strong> Aelis Flametongue<br><strong>Date and Time:</strong> June 1st, Friday. 10:00 AM<br><strong>Location:</strong> A local brunch cafe<br><strong>Wearing:</strong></span> <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Fashionably Casual Attire</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://wroclife.pl/wp-content/uploads/2017/06/SMART-CASUAL.jpg)</div></div><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Tagging:</strong> Liliana Sinclare<br><strong>Mentioning:</strong> N/A<br><strong>Content warnings:</strong> Currently distracted<br><strong>Extra information:</strong> Refuses to physically hide what little information he shows about being a dragon in his human form.<br></span><br><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/O2D5nwb.png)</div><br><em>Dear Miss Sinclare</em> … Backspace … <em>Dear Liliana</em> … <em>Sinclare</em> …? No. Backspace … <em>Sinclare Liliana</em> …! Delete.<br><br>Aelis let out a drawn out sigh and took a sip of his hot coffee a moment after while intently staring at his laptop screen in front of him with great concentration. A plate of what used to be eggs benedict with spinach rested on the table he sat at behind his laptop waiting to be collected while a small bowl of fresh and local seasonal fruit was beside the laptop currently being slowly worked on. The coffee was his second cup and he chose to sit in the outside seating of the restaurant. He sat in a spot where he could have the solid building behind him so no one could spy on what he was working on.<br><br>He was distracted with the thoughts of how he was supposed to start this email. He wanted to appear professional but he also didn’t want to sound stuck-up and strict. He also didn’t want to sound too casual or too friendly in the sense of being too familiar and coming off as rude. You see, he had never met Liliana Sinclare before. Not once. He’s only seen a picture of her and what she provided as a profile was all he had to go off of with learning who she was.<br><br>He was in the market for a bride, and never traditionally dating before now as he used to be ferociously busy starting up a personal business, he felt going to something similar to a dating website would be best for him. However, finding a proper dating website for someone of his kind proved to be exasperatingly difficult and the ones he found for species outside his own didn’t interest him enough. That’s when he found the Spouse Program started by none other than Prime Minister Eiji Tasuo. The candidates were all humans of any gender and, to his surprise yet understandment, sexuality. He understood that the humans on that site were more often than not looking for a way to rise up in society for one reason or another. That didn’t bother him. If he could fall in love he found it as a bonus, but he was only looking for someone he could reasonably spend his time with without getting bored or worse, frustrated with them. Yes, he had his friends, but he needed something more intimately stable. Thus, Liliana.<br><br>He found her beauty striking, and if he was being honest with himself, it was the only reason he continued to read her profile extensively. For what she had she sounded like someone he could get along with easily and like someone he wouldn’t be embarrassed about bringing around town with him. She was also a baker...though he wouldn’t admit he was interested in that. Not openly anyway. She also seemed to like being outside and that reeled him in enough to start the difficult email. Perhaps if he started with the body first and came back to introductions later. Chewing on a raspberry he continued to type.<br><br><em>My name is Uroraelis Flametongue but you may call me Aelis.</em> ...Should he enter in something about his museum? ...He’ll come back to it.<br><br><em>I would like to ask</em> … Backspace … <em>request your company this evening at the Sparkling Diamond for dinner. I would like to</em>&nbsp; … Backspace … <em>enjoy your company and would like to get to know you better. In turn I hope you are interested in getting to know me.</em> Myself? No, leave it. <em>Should you be interested I hope that you reach back to me so I can start the proper arrangements for reservations as well as sending a car for you.<br><br>Sincerely,<br><br>Aelis Flametongue</em><br><br>With a more relieved sigh upon finishing the text he gave it a thorough read to make sure that it all sounded acceptable before placing that dreaded intro onto it. A waitress came by to collect his empty plate that he paid no mind to and he ate a slice of an orange and a pear while he read over his email in full.<br><br><em>My name is Uroraelis Flametongue but you may call me Aelis. I would like to request your company this evening at the Sparkling Diamond for dinner. I would enjoy your company and would like to get to know you better. In turn I hope you are interested in getting to know me. Should you be interested I hope that you reach back to me so I can start the proper arrangements for reservations as well as sending a car for you.<br><br>Sincerely,<br><br>Aelis Flametongue</em><br><br>“...Why is this so difficult.” He wasn’t happy with the letter as it sounded more like a business invitation than one for a date for a potential future marriage proposal. He began to make edits immediately and gave it another read.<br><br><em>My name is Uroraelis Flametongue but you may call me Aelis. I respectfully request your delightful company this evening at 7pm to the Sparkling Diamond for dinner. I would enjoy having your company and I would like to get to know you better. In turn I hope you are interested in getting to know me. Should you be interested I hope that you reach back to me so I can start the proper arrangements for reservations as well as sending a car for you to escort you to the restaurant. I hope to hear from you soon.<br><br>Sincerely,<br><br>Aelis</em><br><br>“Hm...better...I guess. I hope.”<br><br>He hoped he didn’t come off as being forward, boring, or pushy. He felt he gave enough room in there for her to comfortably decline should she regrettably be uninterested in him but he did hope that he sounded interesting enough while not giving everything to her in the email about himself. Then they would have nothing to discuss during dinner. Wanting to open the letter politely he decided to go with what he put on there the first time, “Dear Miss Sinclare,” and sent the email. If she wanted to get to know him a little more before replying he did fill out a brief profile before looking at others. He mentioned he enjoyed being outside, liked to paint, took trips around the world to view different cultures, and that he was an entrepreneur in the museum business. Now all he had to do was wait. Should he stay on the website? Could people see if he was still on? He didn’t want to come off as still searching so he set up the website to forward all emails to his personal account and signed off, closing the lid to his laptop. Another sigh escaped him but was lighter than the other two.<br><br>“I’m glad that’s over with… I wonder if she would be available tonight.” As the thought about receiving a reply, arranging dinner, and having the dinner consumed his thoughts he finished off the bowl of fruit with little interest and continued to sip on his coffee. His phone would ping should he receive any emails.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Spouse Program ~The town, public day to day~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>OmegasTrinity</strong> on <strong>18-03-2018, 05:11:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/la8WTxr.png)(https://i.imgur.com/lKcZnm2.png)</div><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Name:</strong> Aelis Flametongue<br><strong>Date and Time:</strong> 10:20 AM, June 1st, Friday<br><strong>Location:</strong> A local brunch cafe<br><strong>Wearing:</strong></span> <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Fashionably Casual Attire</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://wroclife.pl/wp-content/uploads/2017/06/SMART-CASUAL.jpg)</div></div><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Tagging:</strong> Liliana Sinclare<br><strong>Mentioning:</strong> Eiji Tasuo<br><strong>Content warnings:</strong> N/A<br><strong>Extra information:</strong> Refuses to physically hide what little information he shows about being a dragon in his human form.<br></span><br><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/O2D5nwb.png)</div><br><em>Ding</em><br><br>The sound of small bell chimes came from Aelis’ pocket and he nearly had half a mind to think it was about something from work. The thing was, he only worked Mondays through Wednesdays. Thursdays through Sundays were his days off so if it was from work then it would mean there was an emergency. If there was an emergency then he might need to fire someone who was incompetent. However, when he took out his cased smartphone and got to his emails he realized it was from Miss Sinclare herself.<br><br>“Already…?”<br><br>Aelis had to check the wrist watch on his arm, a habit as he wasn’t used to staring at his phone’s screen all day, and he noticed only twenty minutes had past. He already ordered a cup of seasonal fruit tea to enjoy since the weather was so nice today and he was reluctant to leave the cafe. The reply was fast. Much quicker than he expected. He almost even dreaded it might be a rejection so he quickly opened the email to find out.<br><br><em>Dear Aelis Flametongue,<br><br>I would be delighted to accept your invitation of dinner for this evening,</em><br><br>“She’s accepting?”<br><br><em>I look forward to getting to know you better and I am pleased to hear that you are interested in getting to know me as well.&nbsp; A ride would be most appreciated, thank you.<br><br>I shall be ready and waiting in time to arrive at the scheduled time of 7:00 PM, I look forward to this evening with great anticipation.<br><br>Sincerely,<br><br>Liliana Sinclare</em><br><br>Aelis couldn’t help but smile, pleased that he managed to capture such a beauty as Liliana. Even her name was reminiscent of a flower. She was perfect so far and he hoped he wasn’t a poor judge of character on this one. Wait…<br><br>“Great anticipation?”<br><br>Was that a good thing or a bad thing? As his tea came by he thanks his waitress and took a sip as he thought about that. Most humans would be hesitant to enroll as a program such as this, if the local news was anything to say about it, but it seemed like an honest attempt by their prime minister to strengthen relations between all races. If Liliana was greatly anticipating the date then he could only see it being one of three things. One, she was being polite yet equally excited; two, she was carrying a lot of baggage behind her that she was desperate to escape thus getting him into something he didn’t approve of; or three, she was a gold digger. However, if he could have a wife as beautiful as her around his arm...he supposed he could forgive the first and third hypothesis but he would have to decline her if it was the second.<br><br>“Let’s hope it’s not number two.”<br><br>With another sip of his tea he began writing a reply straight from his phone.<br><br><em>Miss Sinclare,<br><br>I’m elated to hear you’ve accepted my invitation so quickly. The reservation will be under my name once you arrive and I will have a car ready for you at your house at 6:30 PM tonight once you give me the details of your pickup destination. Try not to have him leave past 6:40 PM please.</em><br><br>It didn’t hurt to see how punctual she was would it? Especially since he knew it took ages for a woman to get ready for a date. Well, at least it did for the women he did know. He finished off the email.<br><br><em>I look forward to meeting you, Miss Sinclare. Should you run into any trouble getting to the restaurant do let me know and I will try my best to accommodate you in order to make sure you arrive safely.<br><br>Sincerely,<br><br>Aelis.</em><br><br>He didn’t think there would be any trouble though. He would send his personal driver to fetch Liliana and he would take a car himself. His driver, whom he actually inherited from his parents when he moved out as they got a new one, would never dare try anything. Not unless he wanted some serious and humiliating repercussions to his name and honor. Aelis seriously doubted the man had such a death wish. The email was sent so now he had to prepare. He made a phone call to the restaurant and someone at the other end picked up.<br><br>“Yes, I would like to make a reservation for two tonight at 7PM under the name Uroraelis Flametongue. I would prefer outdoor seating if you’re able to accomodate for that. You are? Perfect. That will be all then. Yes, thank you.”<br><br>He hung up the phone and smiled. Aelis had a date. He hoped it would go well tonight and that he was just overthinking things. After he finished his tea he packed up his laptop, paid the bill, and left a reasonable tip since the waitress got the hint and wasn’t overly talkative or intrusive with him as some of them tended to be when fishing for large tips. He left the table with his laptop bag and walked up to the curb. He didn’t even have to wait for his driver as nearly immediately the man pulled up in a rather expensive looking black car. Aelis got in the backseat and sat his bag down on the seat next to him as his driver drove off.<br><br>“Take me home, Mr. Silverscale. I hope you don’t have any plans tonight?”<br><br>The driver, Mr. Silverscale, looked like an older fellow with gray hair and wise eyes. Unlike his employer, Aelis, he wasn’t as keen of showing off anything more than human when around the public. It caused too much commotion and he wasn’t as influential as Aelis was to simply brush it off. But the man had an amused smile to his face as he paid attention to the roads.<br><br>“If I did, sir, I would have let you know in advance now wouldn’t I?”<br><br>“Then I would need you to pick up a date I’ll be enjoying the company of tonight. I will give you the address once I have it.”<br><br>Mr. Silverscale was notably shocked.<br><br>“A date? You, sir?”<br><br>And Aelis was a tad annoyed… Silverscale was lucky Aelis grew up around him and liked him.<br><br>“Are you suggesting I’m incapable?”<br><br>“No. Just unwilling. What’s the special occasion?”<br><br>“Marriage.”<br><br>Mr. Silverscale nearly choked on the very air he breathed.<br><br>“Marriage? Isn’t that...you know… I’m sorry, sir, I don’t mean to be rude...”<br><br>Aelis knew his driver was trying not to be rude without the man having to tell him. After all, it was understandable. Marriage after a first date was reasonably never heard of. Aelis even doubted it would move that quickly, or that he would even allow it, but that was the end goal.<br><br>“She’s human. Apparently the prime minister set up a program earlier today that matches human spouses to the upper class. Something of a political move but I understand his intentions are pure. We are talking about Tasuo Eiji. But, I have no complaints. She’s incredibly beautiful.”<br><br>“And how will your parents take this? They’ve never once married outside of dragonkin before.”<br><br>“I honestly don’t care. I’m my own being. If they have issues with it they’re going to have to learn to hide it quickly because I will not tolerate any backlash from them.”<br><br>Aelis sounded very serious. In fact, he actually was. He loved his parents dearly but this was something he was going to take for himself. If his parents were stupid enough to try anything he would have no qualms in returning the favor to them in some way. Silvertongue picked up on the sudden shift in the car and dropped the matter entirely.<br><br>“You are a frightening specimen, sir… Very well, I will make sure to arrive promptly and will bring her to your date safely.”<br><br>“That’s good to hear. I need you to be there at 6:30 PM but don't leave until she's ready.”<br><br>"Of course, sir."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Spouse Program ~The town, public day to day~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Captjoe</strong> on <strong>19-03-2018, 16:35:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://content2.latest-hairstyles.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/10/dark-neutral-brown.jpg)</div>Name: William Blackmoore<br>Date and Time: Noon, June 1st, Friday<br>Location: The Library<br>Wearing: Outfit in picture<br>Tagging: None<br>Mentioning: None<br>Content warnings: None<br>Extra information:<br><br>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br><br>Most people would be a little uneasy spending so much time in such a quiet place. Most monsters would probably think such fear was stupid. Of course, most monsters thought literal bookkeeping was job that was beneath them. It was how he ended up with this job. Apparently he was the only human who had put in for it. Who wouldn't enjoy a place like this? It was a good place to come and organize one's thoughts. Or find something to help organize one's thoughts. These were what went through Will's head as he made his way down the various aisles of books. He needed to get as many of them back on the shelves before school got out. Though to be fair, Friday wasn't a day too many kids decided to visit the library. Most of them were more concerned with their weekend plans than homework. That was alright though. It just meant that Will had more time to organize.<br><br>He kept moving down the aisles, pushing his cart of books and unloading them whereever they belonged. He did have to stop more than once to try and reorganize a shelf that had been messed up. As much as it nagged at him, he could forgive the smaller ones. Sometimes people just couldn't remember where they picked one up and just put it back wherever they could. Though he did find one aisle that had to be completely redone. It must have been one of the younger monsters that liked to pester him. Sometimes it was small, defacing a book or two. And sometimes it was stuff like rearranging entire shelves so that everything was out of order. And it's not like he could go to the police about it. Most of them were monsters who didn't really care about humans that much. And it wasn't like they were breaking windows or anything. They were just making his job more of a headache.<br><br>Having finally straightened up the aisle, Will made his way back towards the front desk. Unsurprisingly, no one had come in while he was gone. That was alright though. It just meant that Will had more time to enjoy his day. His desk was still surrounded by books that needed to be put back in their proper spots, but he had all day for that. Instead he sat down at his desk and picked up the book he had been reading before, "<em>Monsters Now and Then: Which are real?</em>" It wasn't like he needed to learn which monsters were real and which were myth. He'd lived in this world his entire life. He learned all he could about the monster world. But he did enjoy reading what others thought were correct. Maybe if he was lucky he'd be able to finish it before the day was done.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Spouse Program ~The town, public day to day~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Junki</strong> on <strong>20-03-2018, 15:43:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/yWh8eKZ.png?1)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Name:</strong> Sabrina Rivers, "Ms. Rivers" <br><strong>Date and Time: </strong>June 1st, Friday. 12:00pm<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Library<br><strong>Wearing: </strong>Downtown Day (https://www.polyvore.com/m/set?.embedder=21561859&amp;.svc=copypaste&amp;id=236797057)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> William Blackmoore <strong>||</strong> Captjoe<br><strong>Mentioning:</strong> N/A<br><strong>Content warnings:</strong> N/A<br><strong>Extra information:</strong> N/A<br><br><del><strong>================================================================</strong></del><br><br>It seemed to be a fairly pleasant day, so the well-known singer decided to venture out past the confines of her home. Dressed in a long coat and dark large sunglasses she made her way into the city. Of course, accompany her were two highly trained and paid security guards. Nowadays, she didn’t go anywhere without them.&nbsp; However, when she got out to walk, they kept some distance as to not draw attention to Ms. Rivers. If tried hard enough, she thought of herself to be just a normal everyday person. Monster of course. But ordinary. She liked the fame and attention being a singer brought her, but it was nice to blend in from time to time.<br><br>Strolling along the streets of the bustling city, Sabrina observed her surroundings casually. Her brown curls blew gently in the wind with each step. That was until she came to a street crossing. She glanced behind her to see if she could spot her security guards. To her dismay, she couldn’t eyeball them.<br><br>“You’re Sabrina Rivers…” someone said next to her.<br><br>She looked up to find a rather tall centaur standing next to her. He was much bigger than she looked and felt. <br><br>“I’m sorry, you’re mistaken,” she replied politely. <br><br>“No… You <span class="bbc_u">ARE</span> Sabrina Rivers. The coat and glasses couldn’t fool this ol’ steed,” he said with a hoarse chuckle. He leaned in close to her to wrap his muscular arm around her waist, lifting her up off the sidewalk effortlessly.<br><br>She breathed in sharply, pushing down on his arm with both her hands in attempt to get him to set her back down. “Please. This isn’t appropriate. I’m not her,” she insisted. She wanted to ring his neck for manhandling her. But there were too many people around to make a scene. If anyone else took notice of the exchange, no doubt phones and cameras would be aimed in their direction and she’d have a less than positive article on the front page of tomorrows paper.<br><br>Getting the message, the male set her back down. “If you say so.”<br><br>He didn’t sound convincing. Soon the walking light switched on, and she with many others moved across the street. She walked with a quick and steady pace. She looked behind her to see if she could spot her men. But instead, found the centaur- eyes focused on her. It was times like this she knew she needed security. But where were they? Did something happen to them? Did they get separated? She walked faster, nearly running into a few on the way. “Excuse me, sorry…” she’d muttered. <br><br>As walked briskly, she pulled out her phone. She started to scroll through her contacts to get to one of the men that came along today with her. But as she started to call, her phone died. “How convenient…” she muttered to herself, annoyed. Of course, it would die on her when she needed it most. <br><br>Spotting the library up ahead, she saw it as a good place to lie low. As she got to the library steps, she saw that the centaur wasn’t far behind her. It was menacing how he was taunting her with each clomp of his hooves. She pushed through the library doors. Her heart sank when she realized she may have cornered herself. She didn’t spot not one soul. She wasn’t one to visit the library. But she had always assumed it was busy. But that simply wasn’t the case. <br><br>She moved further in. That was when she spotted a human sitting behind the desk. Part of her was relieved to say the least. She looked back to see the centaur standing on the other side of the glass doors- looking into the library and more specifically- at her. <br><br>Walking towards the man sitting behind the desk, she took off her sunglasses. As much as she would prefer to leave them on for obvious reasons, it was hard to see clearly with them on inside.<br><br>“Excuse me…” she said softly, after all this was a library. “Do you by chance have a phone I might borrow?” </span></span><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Spouse Program ~The town, public day to day~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Captjoe</strong> on <strong>20-03-2018, 16:41:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://content2.latest-hairstyles.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/10/dark-neutral-brown.jpg)</div>Name: William Blackmoore<br>Date and Time: Noon, June 1st, Friday<br>Location: The Library<br>Wearing: Outfit in picture<br>Tagging: Sabrina Rivers/ Junki<br>Mentioning: None<br>Content warnings: None<br>Extra information:<br><br>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br><br>Will looked up from his book. Did he hear the door open? He could really see anyone inside, other than a large centaur approaching the door. But he didn't seem interested in coming inside. Or at the very least he wasn't interested in the library itself. That was rather odd. He looked back down to his book. If the centaur wanted something inside here it wasn't like he was barred from entry. The library was for everyone after all. Though to be fair he did get a lot more human visitors than monster ones. Though he did hope that would change some day. Sure, reading about monsters was all well and good. But he'd much rather get the information straight from the horse's mouth. Though considering the man waiting outside the door, that might have been a bad metaphor.<br><br>It was only when he heard a soft voice speak to him that Will's attention was taken from his book again. A woman. A beautiful one at that. But something seemed very familiar about her, though Will couldn't quite put his finger on it. He'd recognize her if she was one of the regulars around here. And he knew she wasn't an ex of his. He'd have been kicking himself over and over again for letting a woman that beautiful get away. Who was she? This was going to nag at him all day.<br><br>"A phone? Uh..." He stumbled, losing mental focus for a moment or so.&nbsp; It took him a moment to refocus. "Yes, yes. Here." He said, setting his book down and reaching into his pocket. It took him a moment to fish the device from his pocket, before hold it out to her. His eyes flicked towards the door for a moment. The centaur was still there. Then back to the woman before him. It didn't take much for him to put two and two together. Or at least what he thought would equal four. And then it came to him why she looked so familiar. She wasn't someone he had seen personally, but he had seen her on posters in the higher up parts of town. She was Sabrina Rivers. One of, if not the best, singers in the whole city. And she was here in his library. Were the circumstances a little different, he might have been tempted to get an autograph.<br><br>His gaze moved towards the door again. "The uh... service is kinda spotty in here... but I've found that it gets better towards the back. Over there..." He said, letting his eyes motion towards the back corner of the library and out of view of her 'follower'. "If you need anything else, I'll be right here..." His gaze moved towards the door again, wanting to keep her 'follower' in sight. "I'm a big fan, by the way. Your singing is the most beautiful thing I've ever heard." He said softly, addressing her without taking his eyes from the door.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Spouse Program ~The town, public day to day~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Junki</strong> on <strong>23-03-2018, 21:06:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/yWh8eKZ.png?1)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Name:</strong> Sabrina Rivers, "Ms. Rivers" <br><strong>Date and Time: </strong>June 1st, Friday. 12:10pm<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Library<br><strong>Wearing: </strong>Downtown Day (https://www.polyvore.com/m/set?.embedder=21561859&amp;.svc=copypaste&amp;id=236797057)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> William Blackmoore <strong>||</strong> Captjoe<br><strong>Mentioning:</strong> N/A<br><strong>Content warnings:</strong> N/A<br><strong>Extra information:</strong> N/A<br><br><del><strong>================================================================</strong></del><br><br>Sabrina took the phone from his hand as he held it out to her. "Thank you." She looked back to see that the centaur wasn't moving. It irritated her that this person would have the nerve to ruin such a lovely day. Perhaps she would invest in getting a better disguise than that of a coat and dark sunglasses. She had bought wigs before for such occasions. But hated how hot they made her. She nodded her head once as he suggested to move more towards the back for better phone service. <br><br>"I appreciate it. This will only take a second."<br><br>She started to move over to the suggested spot, when his compliment made her smile. She turned to her head to look at him, only to find his focus at the door. She looked from him to the centaur and back. "You're sweet for saying so."<br><br>Without another word, she finished the journey to the back. Turning the screen on, she flipped to where she could dial out. Typing a number, she held the phone to her ear only to hear it ring once before the a gruff voice answered. "What happened?" she asked. She listened to the voice, "Mhmm... Are you guys okay?" she paused again. "Good.... My phone died actually. I'm borrowing someone else's. I'm at the library. Stuck in it rather. There is some annoying centaur by the front. He followed me here and is lingering by the door," she informed, pausing again when whom she was talking to spoke. "Yeah, I'm fine for now. The librarian is sweet. That is whose phone I'm actually using," she said with a small laugh, reaching up with her free hand to tuck a lose strand of hair behind her ear. "Mhmm, I'll be here. Just try to hurry.... Okay, thanks. Bye."<br><br>Ending the call, Sabrina turned on her heels and moved back to where the librarian sat, returning his phone to him. "Thank you." <br><br>She glanced behind her to find the centaur still peering in ever so menacingly. Sighing, she turned back to look at the librarian. He had a much sweeter face than that of the goon by the front. "Hopefully my little problem will be gone soon. Sorry if it's disturbed anything." She was just thankful the centaur didn't barge in and really stir things up. <br><br>As if on cue, a black SUV pulled up, tires screeching. Two of Sabrina's security guards came rushing out, shooing the menace away. The affair, definitely had Sabrina peeking over her shoulder, waiting for the thumbs up to signal that everything was all clear. She gave a little wave of her fingers in response. She smiled, looking back at the librarian. "That's more like it..."<br><br>"Sorry again for any inconvenience. You've been so helpful... Is there anything I can do for you,..." she paused trying to recollect their conversation. Not once did she recall his name. He simply knew who she was. "... I'm sorry, you are?" she asked. "I'm afraid this little incident has made me forget my manners."</span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Spouse Program ~The town, public day to day~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Captjoe</strong> on <strong>24-03-2018, 04:27:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://content2.latest-hairstyles.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/10/dark-neutral-brown.jpg)</div>Name: William Blackmoore<br>Date and Time: 12:10 PM, June 1st, Friday<br>Location: The Library<br>Wearing: Outfit in picture<br>Tagging: Sabrina Rivers/ Junki<br>Mentioning: None<br>Content warnings: None<br>Extra information: None<br><br>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br><br>Will was more than a little nervous as his 'guest' made her way towards the back of the library. Sure, he had thrown out the occasional ruffian or two when the time called for it. Granted, in none of those times had the ruffian been nearly twice his size and had twice as many legs. It wasn't like Will was a fighter either. He could defend himself if he absolutely needed to, but he doubted he could really do anything to a centaur other than be a minor annoyance. <br><br>Thankfully it seemed their 'guest' was content to wait for Ms. Rivers to come back outside. Maybe he was afraid that if he came in here there'd be enough of a ruckus that the police would show up. Maybe he just didn't want to risk any other people were in there with them. Or maybe he just thought he couldn't come in without drawing more attention to himself. Whatever the reason was, Will was glad that he wasn't venturing further inside. The last thing he needed was for the interior to get ruined.<br><br>His attention was drawn away from the door when his 'guest' returned. He graciously accepted his phone back with a nod before slipping it back into his pocket. "Happy to help, Ms. Rivers." He said, his eyes moving towards the male at the door for a quick check before returning to his guest.<br><br>"Oh it's no trouble at all, Ms. Rivers. I was just catching up on some reading for a bit." He said with a warm smile. "To be honest, having a celebrity come in to my library is probably the most exciting thing to happen to me all week. Even under the uh... current circumstances." He said, his eyes flicking back towards the male at the door. "Honestly I probably should get back to straightening things up once this uh... issue is reso-"<br><br>His words were cut off at the sounds of a vehicle parking out front. Will watched in awe as two large men quickly stepped out and approached the centaur, quickly shooing him away with almost little effort. He had to say he was impressed. Centaurs weren't really known for their intelligence. But that one seemed to get the idea quick that he was in for a very rough day if he didn't get his ass moving. "Huh. That's uh... that's really impressive..." He said, watching as the guards quickly shoo'd the centaur away before giving his guest a thumbs up.<br><br>The librarian's attention was brought back to the mermaid in front of him when she spoke. He had to fight down his excitement when she asked for his name. It wasn't every day that you got to help out a celebrity after all! "Will. Will Blackmoore." He said holding his hand out to her. "I was happy to help, Ms. Rivers. It's not everyday one gets to help a celebrity out of a bind, after all." He smiled a little more before looking about. "I'd ask you for your number if I thought it would work." He joked. "But could I possibly get an autograph?" He asked, grabbing a pen and a small notecard and sliding them in front of her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Spouse Program ~The town, public day to day~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Captjoe</strong> on <strong>24-03-2018, 20:52:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://content2.latest-hairstyles.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/10/dark-neutral-brown.jpg)</div>Name: William Blackmoore<br>Date and Time: 10:00 PM, June 1st, Friday<br>Location: The Library<br>Wearing: Outfit in picture<br>Tagging: Sabrina Rivers/ Junki<br>Mentioning: None<br>Content warnings: None<br>Extra information: None<br><br>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br><br>For the rest of the day, all Will could think of was his previous guest. Oh sure, he tried to focus on his work whenever he could. But everytime he tried his thoughts would come back to the lovely mermaid who had graced his presence for that short amount of time. And whenever it did he'd find himself looking at the notecard she had given him. His eyes would trace over the signature, and then down to the kiss she had added to it. Did she do that to all of her autographs? Or was this one special because he helped her out in a bind? He couldn't recall reading about her doing that to any other autographs she had given out before.<br><br>And what about his number? She was a celebrity! High class! And he was just some librarian. A <em>human</em> librarian at that. Was it all some kind of joke? Did she ask for it to be polite? It would seem kind of rude to ask for someone's number like that as a joke. And she didn't seem like that kind of person. At least he didn't <em>think</em> she was. But it wasn't like he knew her personally! Maybe she did intend on calling him? That would be intersting to say the least. It wasn't like he'd turn down the opportunity to see her again. No man in their right mind would! Today was turning out to be more confusing than he thought it would ever be...<br><br>Thankfully no one else decided to come into the library while Will struggled with trying to figure out just what had happened today. Though he would have enjoyed something for a distraction. A library is a nice place to escape for a while. But when whatever is bothering you is in your thoughts, being in a quiet place doesn't really help that much. All he could do was straighten the place up some more and try to work through the massive pile of books that needed to be placed back on the shelves. He should have gone home well by now, but it wasn't like he was paid by the hour. And if he didn't clean this place up, no one else would.<br><br>It was well past sundown when Will sat down at his desk at the back. He just had to check his emails quickly before he'd finally head home. He punched in his password, expecting to find nothing but junk mail and old advertisements. So it came as a shock when he found none of those, but an official email titled for him. Had someone decided to pick him for the Spouse Program? Honestly he had thought he'd never have been picked. But maybe his luck was turning? He clicked the email, excited to see just who it was that had picked him.<br><br><em>"My Hero,<br><br>Please accompany me to the Sparkling Diamond Restaurant, tomorrow night around 7. I would love to opportunity to get to know you more. I'll send a car for you at 6:30 pm.<br><br>Sincerely yours,<br>xxx-xxx-xxxx"</em><br><br>Will sat back in his chair, more confused than ever. My hero? What could they have meant by that? He read it over again. And then again. No name. No picture. Just an invitation and a ph-<br><br>Will grabbed the note card from his pocket again. He once again he looked over the signature. And the kiss. She had asked for his number... and she had laughed with him about asking for her number. No. She couldn't be in the program too. A woman that beautiful and talented? Surely she'd be looking for a better mate than some human. He looked to the email, and then the card again. But who else would call someone 'their hero' for no reason? Once again he looked to the email and then the notecard. Whoever it was had signed it with a phone number... maybe he should answer with a text?<br><br>Will quickly added the number to his phone before shutting down his computer and starting to get ready. As he made his way to the door he pulled out his phone and opened up a new text.<br><br><em>"Looking forward to our meeting."</em><br><br>He looked down at the notecard for one moment, before snapping a picture of it with his phone. He quickly added it to another message to the mystery number before adding,<br><br><em>"Maybe if I play my cards right I'll have that on my cheek instead of a card this time."</em><br><br>God he hoped his guess was correct. Otherwise tomorrow would be super awkward. He shook those thoughts from his head before pulling on his jacket and stepping outside, locking the door behind him. He inhaled for a moment, trying to clear his head again before starting his way back home.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Spouse Program ~The town, public day to day~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eikichi</strong> on <strong>13-04-2018, 04:08:58</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Name:</strong> Dorian Belmonte (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=283560.msg14057451#msg14057451)<br><strong>Date and Time:</strong> April 23rd, Monday. 5:30 PM<br><strong>Location:</strong> Small Local Bookstore<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Avi<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mercedes Quinlan-Morales (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=283560.msg14056573#msg14056573)<br><strong>Mentioning:</strong> N/A<br><strong>Content warnings:</strong> Distracted by something wonderful.<br><strong>Extra information:</strong> Slightly inebriated.</span><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://www.malemodelscene.net/wp-content/uploads/2017/08/David-Gandy-Prestige-Mike-Ruiz-03-620x789.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: times;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size"><br>"What a fantastic piece of ass, fronts not bad either."<br><br>In hindsight, it was probably a poor choice to go anywhere while inebriated. In fact, going to a bookstore was pretty low on the list of appropriate places to be while under the influence. Of course Dorian really wasn’t one to care much about such trifling matters. His personality simply wouldn’t allow him to really care what others thought about him, not when he already had such a high self-image of himself that others opinion were hardly the top of his priority. That didn’t mean this was a regular occurrence. It was just Dorian trying to stick best to his schedule, even if he was slightly tipsy while doing so. He’d penciled in the free time days in advance to stop by and look for a particular book that he’d been meaning to catch up on, should his free-time every allow it. If it wasn’t for the fact he’d run into an old friend he’d be at the bookstore, slightly less tipsy and less likely to make an ass of himself. He might not have looked like it but Dorian really did have quite the literary mind, and vocabulary. Not that the latest outburst from his lips really showed any of that off, but that’s for later.<br><br>He was wearing a rather casual attire, casual for him at least. With his latest client having pre-occupied his morning and most likely tomorrow morning it had left much of the afternoon and evening free for Dorian to catch up on a few things he’d been neglecting, namely reading and some alone time. Of course those clothes gave off the faintest whiff of alcohol now, scotch as it happened, but nowhere near as potent as the stained scent of his breath. Just because his eyes were a little muddled and hazy that wasn’t any reason to ruin his plans for the evening, still it was looking less and less likely that he’d already be able to read the book tonight. But least he’d have it lying around for tomorrow. It was a good thing he was rather adverse a avoiding hangovers, otherwise work in the morning would haven just added on to another problem on his growing list of issues. Speaking of which, the most pressing issue for the moment was not the line to get to the register but rather the slightly inappropriate, slightly might be a bit lenient, comment that he’d made about the woman standing in front of him.<br><br>Not that he’d particularly noticed the comment had slipped out; it was more like a passing thought that had accidently come from his mouth rather than remaining in the back of his head. Not entirely his fault, unless you considered the slight overabundance of drink to also be his fault then it might be fair to say it was just a bit of an ass of a comment. Of course there was always the chance the woman he’d addressed to, in such a lewd manner, might not say anything in return. After all he was a rather tall, well built, man, deterring from the copy of <em>The Murder of Roger Ackroyd</em> in his hand it still didn’t make Dorian look any less like a person that you just didn’t bother to mess with. His appearance certainly came in handy for his line of work, and even if it didn’t there was always his ‘other’ appearance to sort out any sort of unruly behavior. Not that he’d be employing that appearance in this case, not for her. After all while the comment had been rude, he’d actually been thinking up something slightly more appropriate and witty to say to her in order to get her attention.<br><br>Of course the phrase <em> ‘I don’t think we’ve met, but I certainly wouldn’t mind being introduced.’</em> was hardly better. It just so happened that the lewd thought he was having, and the appropriate comment he wanted to make, went out the wrong way. He thought about how to introduce himself to her, while what he said was little more than objectifying her for the thing he was interested in about her. But, to be fair, it could have really gone so much worse. Though he was no shelving any chance he might have had with the buxom lady, which was a bit of a pity. After all it was quite rare for him to show an interest in anyone, drink or not, but he wouldn’t be surprised if the lady in front of him just decided to ignore him. At least, he assumed she would just ignore him, most people didn’t really try to call him out on his bullshit, appropriate or not. That right hand of his, holding the book by the spine and resting it against his waist, tensed slightly as he waited to see how the young lady might react. Of course, if she did turn around, it probably wouldn't help that from his height advantage it would be rather easy to tell what he was looking at. Since, even if she did turn to face him, his eyes weren't going to be looking at her face. He'd be looking at her of course, just not in a way that would be appropriate for someone already caught red-handed.</span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Spouse Program ~The town, public day to day~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>16-04-2018, 07:01:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/13/a4/f1/13a4f175a5eec5b4e9d23fcf4e689aaa--gorgeous-body-adriana-lima.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Mercedes "Mercy" Quinlan-Morales (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=283560.msg14056573#msg14056573)<br><strong>Date and Time:</strong> April 23rd, Monday. 5:30 PM<br><strong>Location:</strong> Small Local Bookstore<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> See Avi + gray hoodie<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Dorian Belmonte (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=283560.msg14057451#msg14057451)<br><strong>Mentioning:</strong> N/A<br><strong>Content warnings:</strong> An already bad mood gets worse.<br><strong>Extra information:</strong></span><hr><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><em>"What a fantastic piece of ass, fronts not bad either."</em><br><br>On any other day, at any other time, Mercy would have simply pretended not to hear the boneheaded words that came from behind her. Unfortunately, today simply happened to be that rare exception when she was already worn out from a long shift at the cafe and fending off idiots, cheapskates, and all around rude clientele who thought they somehow had a right to be that way. The number of comments she'd already ignored even after she'd reached the point of wanting to slap the taste out of someone's mouth had likely reached a record that day and this one was simply the straw that broke the camel's back. The very. Last. Straw.<br><br><em>What the fuck did you just say about me?!</em><br>"Excuse me?! What was that?"<br><br>Okay so the words in her head didn't exactly make it out of her mouth as intended, but in her defense she wasn't a natural creature of conflict. Still, she was insanely proud of herself as her head whipped around to pin the male behind her with a narrow eyed glare as she caught him full out staring at her behind like he might just grab on at any minute. Sure, his voice had sent a weird electric hum up her spine and he looked like walking, talking, sin breathed to life with a build that begged to be climbed like a damn tree but Mercy was angry enough that it didn't even matter. She couldn't even appreciate the moment of eye candy through the veil of sheer disgust that was clouding her vision and she sure as hell wasn't about to cower back out of fear.<br><br>In truth, they could have probably both ignored the moment and pretended the words weren't about her but Mercy was feeling more frustrated--irritated, even, than before. So no, he got no free pass. Especially not when she turned fully and caught a slight whiff of... was that alcohol? At barely half-past five?! Seriously?<br><br>Then again, that more than anything had to explain his sheer audacity and rudeness. Mercy didn't think her attire was all that inappropriate or eye catching. Her compression shorts were form fitting but they were plain and covered more than a lot of others did. Her shirt was cropped but that was what the hoodie was for. Besides, she'd changed into her gym clothes because she was headed to the gym which was only a short walk away. She stopped into the bookstore because it was on the way and she was in need of more reading material but she hadn't expected it to become a big deal. It really shouldn't have been. Most times outside of work no one even noticed her or mistook her for some stuck up woman not worth the time and energy. So why, on today of all days, had she caught this' idiot's attention? <br><br>Normally soft spoken, Mercy almost didn't recognize her own voice as she continued, a core of steel rising up to surprise herself. "Look, Mister, I don't care who you are, what you do, what you own... don't you dare call me, or any woman for that matter, a 'piece of ass' ever again. Got it pendejo<sub>1</sub>?" Her arms crossed pressing the books she held to her chest while her weight shifted to one side, cocking one hip as she pinned him with a look that seemed to add: <em>And I expect a damn apology!</em><br></span><hr><span style="font-size: 6pt;" class="bbc_size">1 - dumbass (Spanish)</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Spouse Program ~The town, public day to day~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eikichi</strong> on <strong>20-04-2018, 11:06:41</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Name:</strong> Dorian Belmonte (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=283560.msg14057451#msg14057451)<br><strong>Date and Time:</strong> April 23rd, Monday. 5:30 PM<br><strong>Location:</strong> Small Local Bookstore<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Avi<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mercedes Quinlan-Morales (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=283560.msg14056573#msg14056573)<br><strong>Mentioning:</strong> N/A<br><strong>Content warnings:</strong> Distracted by something wonderful.<br><strong>Extra information:</strong> Slightly inebriated.</span><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://www.malemodelscene.net/wp-content/uploads/2017/08/David-Gandy-Prestige-Mike-Ruiz-03-620x789.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: times;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size">It definitely wasn’t his proudest of moments, he really had been hoping the gorgeous little woman would simply ignore his outburst and both of them could pretend he hadn’t crossed a line. Honestly, it would have been better for both of them than a confrontation. But he just didn’t have that kind of luck. Instead he watched as she turned to face him and couldn’t help but feel a pang of regret south of his abdomen. She really was a stunning his beauty and quite easy on the eyes. If he hadn’t made such a daring and inappropriate comment, and she thought he was somewhat passable, there might have been an abundance of opportunity for them both. Of course even if he had flirted with her, instead of objectifying her, that wouldn’t have changed that rather potent whiff of alcohol staining his breath. Not that she’d made any comments about it, but from the way her nose wrinkled and her body shifted he could tell she wasn’t exactly pleased by the smell and judging by the way she crossed her arms and looked at him, she was either expecting an apology or a confrontation.<br><br>Sadly for both of them Dorian wasn’t the type of man to just back down, even if he was technically in the wrong for this little exchange. Though his lack of backing down probably had more to do with the fact that he hated apologizing, or maybe it had something to do with the alcohol, regardless there would be no backing down from him. Instead as she crossed her arms and pressed her book to her chest Dorian slightly shook his head as he stepped toward her, closing the little distance that was between them. Unlike before, when her back had been facing him, his eyes didn’t linger on her body but remained locked to hers. He finally closed the distance, leaving less than a foot between the both of them and allowing him to look down at her before a slight smile eased itself over his lips. "What I said might not have been the most appropriate… but let me get this straight." After another half step forward he leaned in, closing the distance between their faces and bringing his eyes level to hers as those foggy blue eyes stared into hers.<br><br>"You can call me a pendjo, just because I gave a slight inappropriate compliment. But I’m the one in the wrong? I really don’t think that’s all that fair.. So how about you accept the compliment, I accept being an ass, and you turn that fine ass around and move on?" While he leaned forward his right hand, the one that was empty, was slightly crossed over his abdomen. His other hand was resting at his side, slightly bent, pressing the book in hand against his waist. Those eyes of his still locked to hers but gradually as he waited for her to make some sort of reply those eyes of his began to wander rather uncontrollably. That grey hoodie of hers did obscure much of her top from his view but those compression shorts didn’t hide anything from view. It also gave him an ample view of those slightly toned and thick thighs. Between looking down at her legs, across her hoodie, and those kissable lips, she had plenty of time to realize that he’d stopped looking <em>at</em> her and had been doing little else other than just staring at her. <br><br>It probably wasn’t the best look for him, especially when he was just trying to get her to accept what he’d said and for both of them to move&nbsp; on.&nbsp; So looking at her like that, like she was a piece of candy he just had to have to himself. Still it was hard not to look at her like that, not what everything about her practically begged to be touched. Eventually, after realizing that he’d perhaps let his eyes linger on her for far longer than he should have, the male leaned back giving her some space from him as he slightly muttered under his breath. "Besides.. I’m not taking back what I said. Especially since it’s absolutely true. So you can accept that.. or just keep being uppity about the fact I <em>like</em> your body."</span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Spouse Program ~The town, public day to day~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>24-04-2018, 21:32:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/13/a4/f1/13a4f175a5eec5b4e9d23fcf4e689aaa--gorgeous-body-adriana-lima.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Mercedes "Mercy" Quinlan-Morales (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=283560.msg14056573#msg14056573)<br><strong>Date and Time:</strong> April 23rd, Monday. 5:30 PM<br><strong>Location:</strong> Small Local Bookstore<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> See Avi + gray hoodie<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Dorian Belmonte (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=283560.msg14057451#msg14057451)<br><strong>Mentioning:</strong> N/A<br><strong>Content warnings:</strong> An already bad mood gets worse.<br><strong>Extra information:</strong></span><hr><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Mercy had spent a lifetime learning self-control. With a mother like hers it was simply necessary for survival. It was to the point that control was easy and losing it was truly difficult in any sense. Generally speaking she was level headed and clam most of the time, even when in the presence of entitled monsters, whiny women, and jackass men but every now and then someone would press her too far and she'd be pushed past her comfort zone and riled to a point that she didn't overthink everything that came out of her mouth. Sometimes, most of the time, when this happened it was duly called for but whether this particular moment was one that demanded it or not, well, even Mercy wouldn't be sure that she'd made the right call later. Unfortunately she couldn't help it in the moment. He just... whoever this guy way he made her so mad!<br><br>No, that wasn't quite right. He confused her, and pissed her off but it was the confusion that led her to react without thinking.<br><br>Mercy had been silently demanding an apology but wisely, hadn't been holding her breath for one. The guy clearly thought himself God's Gift to someone and was bold enough to say whatever passed through his head aloud so, he was unlikely to care overly much about her feelings on anything. After all, why shouldn't she want his attention, right? Nevermind that the way he stepped forward, closing the distance between them unexpectedly, made her actually hold her breath while tension coiled throughout her body. At least until he started speaking and she caught another whiff of alcohol. Scotch had been one of her mother's go to drinks so she knew the scent well. She wanted to back up and get away from it instantly but something wouldn't allow her to give even an inch of ground to this guy. She couldn't.<br><br>Dark eyes met unfocused blues from far too short a distance away and her jaw tightened. He spoke and she felt her teeth begin to grind as something dark and electric buzzed up her spine so hard it was nearly painful. She'd have chosen to deliberately mistake the sensation for anger but his eyes had moved from hers and dammit if her nipples hadn't responded to the intensity of the moment. It made her feel ashamed of herself, and utterly confused. She'd had a boyfriend before, had known desire and want to a degree but it had never felt anything like this. She did not like this man, had already detected several traits in him that should have made making her point and escaping all but a sure thing, yet, for an instant, a brief and fluttering moment, she'd wanted nothing more than for him to follow up on the heated promise in his gaze. To put those big hands on her and grab hold. To devour her completely. Right. Fucking. Here.<br><br>She had lost her damn mind.<br><br>"If I didn't have better manners I'd call you something worse," she gritted out, barely resisting the urge to actually slap him. Her hand even flexed slightly as she stepped forward to put them right back in the same position of being way too close, such was the intensity of her feelings just then, but she only poked him in the chest. That she touched him at all spoke of just how mad she was but thankfully some part of her was hardwired to avoid rather than go storming straight into conflict. "Like I'm just supposed to be grateful a drunk douchebag <em>likes</em> my body?! Grow up. I'm not a piece of ass put here for you to ogle at your leisure. So no, I don't accept your sorry little compliment, I <em>do</em> accept that you're an ass, and you owe me an apology." She wasn't anymore likely to get one now than she had been before but that almost was no longer the point. No, the anger and the confusion and this damn... man! Ugh! It was messing with her, twisting her up. <br><br>Mercy never liked to cause a scene but in the confines of the small bookstore, they were now drawing attention. There really was no way to avoid it which only added to the tangle going on inside her. Why was this stuff just supposed to be okay?! </span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Spouse Program ~The town, public day to day~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eikichi</strong> on <strong>02-05-2018, 17:47:38</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Name:</strong> Dorian Belmonte (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=283560.msg14057451#msg14057451)<br><strong>Date and Time:</strong> April 23rd, Monday. 5:30 PM<br><strong>Location:</strong> Small Local Bookstore<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Avi<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mercedes Quinlan-Morales (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=283560.msg14056573#msg14056573)<br><strong>Mentioning:</strong> N/A<br><strong>Content warnings:</strong> Distracted by something wonderful.<br><strong>Extra information:</strong> Slightly inebriated.</span><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://www.malemodelscene.net/wp-content/uploads/2017/08/David-Gandy-Prestige-Mike-Ruiz-03-620x789.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: times;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size">Jeez. Dorian really shouldn’t have started anything up with her. He was really regretting getting on the young ladies bad-side. Not because she had decided to stand her ground and accuse him but more so because when he was standing there, looking at her, he couldn’t help but appreciate just what a <em>fine</em> body she had and how he definitely wasn’t going to get his hands on it now. Those big hands just wanted to take hold of her and pull her up against him and now if he even dared to do that it was obvious she was only going to get even more annoyed at her. It was a real <em>damn</em> shame they’d gotten off to such a bad start. Of course that was his own fault, nothing could be done about it now. So instead he continue to just wait on her, and watch her, as she gritted her teeth and made herself clear that she didn’t appreciate his comment.<br><br>When she closed that difference between them while his hands crossed over his chest as a slightly amused smile worked its way over her lips. He felt her finger poking against his chest which caused his body to visibly tense at the poke of her finger as he took a slight step forward to completely close the distance between their bodies. "I’m not asking you to be <em>fucking</em> grateful." He mumbled the words under his breath while taking that last half-step toward her. So that after that half-step there was basically no distance left between them. His hands even uncrossing themselves so that with nothing between them, other than perhaps her hand poking at his chest, their bodies were barely and inch from each other. In fact with a stray lean forward from either of them their bodies would be practically grazing against each other. Not that either of them would feel much thanks to the various layers between. Whether it was his coat and shirt or her hoodie, there were just to many layers to give either of them a proper feel if their bodies did happen to graze each other.<br><br>"I’m asking you to just accept it instead of just making such a stupid scene. I hate to tell you this. But there isn’t a chance in hell I’m apologizing. So what if I like your body? <em>Maybe, just maybe</em> I shouldn’t have said anything and just kept ogling. But just because it slipped out I don’t see any reason I should just force an apology, for you. You should know I wouldn’t mean it, anyway, so what does it matter." He was pressing slightly forward still, not with his body but instead leaning slightly down so that his face would just be short of hers. Dorian hadn’t raised his voice but that didn’t change the fact that both of them had drawn a crowd. He wasn’t pleased at that fact, especially since if more people ended up paying attention to him it was likely that the majority of those gathered around would likely side with her and say that he needed to apologize to her. The other option, which he preferred, would that they’d both end up getting kicked out before too large of a crowd formed. He’d honestly rather be kicked out than have to apologize to her.<br><br>With how close he’d brought his face to hers those muddled blue eyes were staring her down. The slight musk of alcohol still clinging to his breath and now much more easily red out by her, since the intoxicant left a rather obvious stain to his breath that she’d be able to take in its entirety. There weren’t really any benefits for her that he’d decided to bring their faces together. It wasn’t exactly beneficial for him either, since those eyes of his could no longer wander over the length of that delicate body of hers. So it meant no more ogling, for the moment. That attention they’d drawn only growing worse since now they were also holding up the line for the checkout.</span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Spouse Program ~The town, public day to day~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sye</strong> on <strong>30-05-2018, 04:25:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/74/49/70/744970bf2bb79bb1f96870c591ee817f.jpg)</div>Name: Ginishi (Gin)<br>Date and Time: May 29th, Tuesday 1155 A.M.<br>Location: Public Garden Park<br>Wearing:<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Attire</div><div class="spoiler_body">[img=height300]https://cdn.img.shop-list.com/res/up/shoplist/shp/soubien/ys/bs/quatre/r1-brand931ok_1.jpg[/img]</div></div>Tagging: Tyros Panhellenios <br>Mentioning:N/A<br>Content warnings: SFW<br>Extra information: N/A<br><br>Ginishi walked to the public garden to meet up with an old friend that she hasn’t seen in almost a three months and she wondered if Tyros’s appetite was still the same as she remembered. After all, he enjoyed various types of food so she couldn’t just make one type or have a basic lunch. She went with a Japanese and Chinese cuisine, but she wondered if she should have done a worldy food setting instead. French maybe? American? Fusion? Oh so many choices, but granted it was too late now to change what she has already made.<br><br>“Agedashi tofu, chicken and scallion yakitori, gyoza, chawanmushi with scallops and shrimp, at least four different types of sashimi, a few pork belly gua bao’s, spring rolls, and some mochi for dessert,” smiles Gin as she lists off everything inside of her large picnic bento box. Her magic keeping each item either hot or cold as she went to the benches by the water to wait. <br><br>There were families with their children and some with their animals as they walked about. Since the Spouse Program has been implemented, she has been seeing a lot more monster and human couples around that made her smile. The sun was warm against her skin as a gentle breeze blew with the scent of flowers around her. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Spouse Program ~The town, public day to day~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bowen</strong> on <strong>30-05-2018, 05:35:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/d0/d4/7d/d0d47db9ed54b1b5397f3affa9100577.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Tyr<br><strong>Date and Time:</strong> May 29, Lunch time<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Public Garden Park <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Jeans and tshirt<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Ginishi Matsuki<br><strong>Mentioning:</strong> None<br><strong>Content warnings:</strong> None<br><strong>Extra information:</strong> None<br><hr><br>Tyr rode his bike to the park. He never bothered wearing the helmet but he carried it with him just in case. He loved the feeling of the wind pushing his hair back, the clean smells of trees and flowers in the park. Ginishi called him up after a few months; it was good to hear from her. <br><br>He spent the next few hours looking at his fridge and deciding what to make for their lunch together. She mentioned a picnic and he always liked to bring something a little more Western, although truth be told he stuck to the dishes of Italy and Greece, since those were the ones he knew best. Chicken over a fire that had been marinated, lemon oven roasted potatoes and a proper village salad. He saved a few trees from Kalamata and they were still going strong.<br><br>After parking his bike and grabbing the cooler as well as a large blanked, he walked through the park. Between their enhanced senses, finding each other was simply a matter of a few minutes. When he saw her he sighed. She was in a very pretty kimono and he was wearing jeans and a tshirt.<br><br>"Good afternoon Ginishi." he greeted her. "You look lovely today. It's been too long." he stated.&nbsp; He eyes her basket and takes in it's scent. "Well, I've brought &nbsp;lemon chicken with baked potatoes (https://images.media-allrecipes.com/userphotos/720x405/2390152.jpg) and a &nbsp;village salad (https://images.media-allrecipes.com/userphotos/720x405/259470.jpg). I look forward to tasting what I'm scenting on the wind." <br><br>He opens the blanket and spreads it out. "Please. Take a seat."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Spouse Program ~The town, public day to day~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sye</strong> on <strong>30-05-2018, 06:01:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/74/49/70/744970bf2bb79bb1f96870c591ee817f.jpg)</div>Name: Ginishi (Gin)<br>Date and Time: May 29th, Tuesday 1155 A.M.<br>Location: Public Garden Park<br>Wearing:<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Attire</div><div class="spoiler_body">[img=height300]https://cdn.img.shop-list.com/res/up/shoplist/shp/soubien/ys/bs/quatre/r1-brand931ok_1.jpg[/img]</div></div>Tagging: Tyros Panhellenios <br>Mentioning:N/A<br>Content warnings: SFW<br>Extra information: N/A<br><br>Ginishi was engrossed with the sights and sounds around her that when Tyr began walking towards her general direction, she smelled the familiar scent of ocean mixed with Earth. Turning at his greeting, she smiled softly.<br><br>"Greetings, Tyros and yes, it has been too long. I can see that I should have worn different attire for today. I apologise," she replies to and gives him a small bow. "I hope that I made enough of a variety as I know you enjoy small, appetizer like foods so you can try many. Oh my weakness is your lemon chicken, even though you have taught me how to make it, it just doesn't taste as good."<br><br>Seeing the blanket get laid out, she takes off her sandles to sit on the blanket with her feet under her and began to unpack her bento. Showing the various layers as she spread them out. Bringing out chopsticks for them and levitating the sauces so they didn't spill. <br><br>"How has the business been? Did you finish the transportation issue between Australia and Central America?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Spouse Program ~The town, public day to day~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bowen</strong> on <strong>30-05-2018, 06:47:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/d0/d4/7d/d0d47db9ed54b1b5397f3affa9100577.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Tyr<br><strong>Date and Time:</strong> May 29, Lunch time<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Public Garden Park <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Jeans and tshirt<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Ginishi Matsuki<br><strong>Mentioning:</strong> None<br><strong>Content warnings:</strong> None<br><strong>Extra information:</strong> None<br><hr><br>"You know you can call me Tyr. You are my friend after all." he offered. "And you don't have to apologize. It's a pretty kimono." he says. "They have a saying. 'How about you do you. And I'll do me.'" he lightly jokes. "I think from the number of scents I'm picking up you've brought enough food to feed a small village--which should be just perfect." he smiled.<br><br>"You and I have different styles of cooking. You're very precise, a perfectionist. I'm less concerned about exact measurements, its more of a 'feel' thing for me. I imagine you get far more consistent results though." <br><br>He smiles at how effortless she makes using magic to do even the simplest of tasks. <br><br>He nods to her final question. "Indeed. I've made some efforts to clear that mess up. It involved hiring a few extra people but there will be no more delays barring some natural disaster." he says. "The next few days are important to me. I wanted to have my schedule cleared up for when I received the call about meeting my potential spouse." he admits as he presents the food he brought along with a few juices including&nbsp; peach, cranberry and apple.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Spouse Program ~The town, public day to day~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sye</strong> on <strong>30-05-2018, 07:06:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/74/49/70/744970bf2bb79bb1f96870c591ee817f.jpg)</div>Name: Ginishi (Gin)<br>Date and Time: May 29th, Tuesday 1155 A.M.<br>Location: Public Garden Park<br>Wearing:<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Attire</div><div class="spoiler_body">[img=height300]https://cdn.img.shop-list.com/res/up/shoplist/shp/soubien/ys/bs/quatre/r1-brand931ok_1.jpg[/img]</div></div>Tagging: Tyros Panhellenios <br>Mentioning:N/A<br>Content warnings: SFW<br>Extra information: N/A<br><br>"Tyr," she says with a chuckle. &nbsp;Then Gin for me and 'how do you do me do'? Sayings and I still don't understand each other over the centuries. I have been told I still get it wrong with ducks in a basket...or was that chickens?" Shrugging slightly at the sayings as she began to prepare the courses. "And I do not believe that I am a perfectionist as I do sometimes go with a 'feel'...just a precise feel is all. Though seasoning is always up in air based on mood and people.<br><br>Though I am glad that nothing was damaged and no lives were lost. But when we last talked, did you 'lose' the coin for the client that contacted you? I hope it wasn't too difficult or went against your ideals." <br><br>Hearing his words about clearing his schedule she arched her brow as she handed him the tofu first. "Oh? Do tell? Is it this Spouse Program? Oh peach!" The precious questions went to the way side as she saw the peach juice, Tyr watching her brown eyes glowing violet with joy as it was one of her most favorite fruits.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Spouse Program ~The town, public day to day~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bowen</strong> on <strong>30-05-2018, 23:34:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/d0/d4/7d/d0d47db9ed54b1b5397f3affa9100577.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Tyr<br><strong>Date and Time:</strong> May 29, Lunch time<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Public Garden Park <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Jeans and tshirt<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Ginishi Matsuki<br><strong>Mentioning:</strong> None<br><strong>Content warnings:</strong> None<br><strong>Extra information:</strong> None<br><hr><br>"Gin it is." he chuckles out listening to what she did to those colloquialisms. "I think that regardless of how right or wrong you get the saying, you make yourself understood." his deep voice rumbles out.<br><br>He shakes his head to the question about the coin. "I decided against it. I have no issues in recovering what was lost for a client. I usually find many more items than the ones they are looking for. But he rubbed me wrong and bringing ten of his men with him to our final meeting led me to believe he was thinking of robbing me. So I walked away and let the authorities deal with him." he explained.<br><br>He traded the peach drink she wanted for the tofu and opened up the apple drink for himself. Silently the thanked Apollo for creating this fruit and smiled at her excitement about hearing about the Spouse Program. After filling up his plate and letting her do the same he started explaining. "Well it started off by meeting some demon lawyers. They had to explain the rules as it were. Once I agreed to no overreact or become obsessive about the human in question, then came what seemed like a thousand questions about my tastes and preferences. A few hundred pictures depicting hair colour, style, skin tone, eye shape, hair length. Then the battery of questions on hobbies, interests, scale of those interests and how important they were to me." <br><br>"They took this dizzying amount of information and fed it into a computer. It took some days and they sent me a package. I think it has the lady's name, her background and some pictures of her but I haven't opened it yet. I want to meet her first. Without any preconceptions of her." he explained. <br><br>"We have a chaperoned date...well I'm looking at it as a first impression because two dozen armed men with their fingers on a trigger waiting for me to.." he shrugs. '...become angry and eat her if she answers incorrectly or something...well, that doesn't sound like a date."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Spouse Program ~The town, public day to day~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sye</strong> on <strong>30-05-2018, 23:52:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/74/49/70/744970bf2bb79bb1f96870c591ee817f.jpg)</div>Name: Ginishi (Gin)<br>Date and Time: May 29th, Tuesday 1155 A.M.<br>Location: Public Garden Park<br>Wearing:<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Attire</div><div class="spoiler_body">[img=height300]https://cdn.img.shop-list.com/res/up/shoplist/shp/soubien/ys/bs/quatre/r1-brand931ok_1.jpg[/img]</div></div>Tagging: Tyros Panhellenios <br>Mentioning:N/A<br>Content warnings: SFW<br>Extra information: N/A<br><br><br>Listening to him, The saw her almost drop his small plate and drink&nbsp; at the mention of almost being robbed. "I...My sincerest apologies for my client. When he came to me, there were no issues and my requested payment came from something that was linked to him which was his runic money clip. I-I never thought he would try to harm you and... I am so sorry." She moved some dishes aside so she could bow to him, her hands on the blanket and her forehead against the back of her hands. <br><br>Sitting back up, she kept her eyes downcast and picked up the peach juice and took a small sip. "In response to the spouse program, I am happy for you. Hopefully they found you a suitable match. Sadly I don't think that program is for me honestly."<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Spouse Program ~The town, public day to day~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bowen</strong> on <strong>31-05-2018, 00:24:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/d0/d4/7d/d0d47db9ed54b1b5397f3affa9100577.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Tyr<br><strong>Date and Time:</strong> May 29, Lunch time<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Public Garden Park <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Jeans and tshirt<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Ginishi Matsuki<br><strong>Mentioning:</strong> None<br><strong>Content warnings:</strong> None<br><strong>Extra information:</strong> None<br><hr><br>Tyr reaches out and lightly squeezes her shoulder for a moment. "Gin there is nothing to apologize for. He seemed fine the first time I met him as well. Greed does things to people though. I've seen it in their eyes the first time they see gold or whatever it is that they think will change their lives and make it vastly better." <br><br>"I wasn't robbed. It just felt like it was going to lead there so I stepped away instead of indulging in bloodshed. I was in no real danger. They call us monsters but I think they forget why they brand us with that moniker." Tyr assured her.<br><br>He smiles at her statement. "I hope so too. I'm looking forward to meeting this woman who is mathematically compatible with me. Still, no matter what numbers someone uses unless there is an initial spark between two people nothing really progresses." he states. "As for you, you're a lovely woman, with intellect, grace and poise. I don't think you need any help garnering male attention." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Spouse Program ~The town, public day to day~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sye</strong> on <strong>31-05-2018, 00:32:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/74/49/70/744970bf2bb79bb1f96870c591ee817f.jpg)</div>Name: Ginishi (Gin)<br>Date and Time: May 29th, Tuesday 1155 A.M.<br>Location: Public Garden Park<br>Wearing:<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Attire</div><div class="spoiler_body">[img=height300]https://cdn.img.shop-list.com/res/up/shoplist/shp/soubien/ys/bs/quatre/r1-brand931ok_1.jpg[/img]</div></div>Tagging: Tyros Panhellenios <br>Mentioning:N/A<br>Content warnings: SFW<br>Extra information: N/A<br><br>"Yes...I suppose your right. When he aquired that coin I thought it would help him, but human&nbsp; and monster hearts are the same when it comes to what is known as greed. " At the mention of her garnering male attention, she choked and coughed slightly. "I suppose data can't tell us for sure if there will be a compatible match in terms of chemistry, but the likely hood is high. As for I...I believe I used up all my chances in my early years. I doubt I will find anyone and...I am content with where I am."<br><br>Instinctively, her hand goes to her shoulder where the mark was as she felt it tingle. It was an constant reminder to her of her follies and the price others paid. "Have you practiced what you are going to say? What you are going to wear? After all, first important are everything."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Spouse Program ~The town, public day to day~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bowen</strong> on <strong>31-05-2018, 01:14:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/d0/d4/7d/d0d47db9ed54b1b5397f3affa9100577.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Tyr<br><strong>Date and Time:</strong> May 29, Lunch time<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Public Garden Park <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Jeans and tshirt<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Ginishi Matsuki<br><strong>Mentioning:</strong> None<br><strong>Content warnings:</strong> None<br><strong>Extra information:</strong> None<br><hr><br>He suppresses a frown when she says that she's used up all her chances. "The Greeks believe that Fate is made up of three women. Many cultures have them in different guises. Maiden, Mother, Crone. The Parcae, the Moirai, the Norns...I knew them as Clotho, Lachesis and Atropos. They lived in the Underworld. I think it brought them joy that I was a child and unafraid of them--they just looked like three white robed women to me who were always spinning some tapestry that never seemed to be finished. I played around them fighting my imaginary epic battles against all the monsters my heroes faced and like most adults they spoke rather freely around me."<br><br>"You could never change their minds once they had set upon a course of action--but you could impress them and that sometimes changed everything. I tell you this Gin, because you are an impressive person. I'm not going to push it but I don't believe you are over and done with." he says and then backs off from this topic giving her his opinion. <br><br>He chuckled at her question about practicing what he's going to say. "No..not at all. I never practice what I'm saying. When I'm speaking to her I want to get to know her, have an honest reaction, listen to understand her not to reply with some ready made quip or steer the conversation." <br><br>"I will endeavor to make a good first impression based on being attentive and making an effort, perhaps a new suit." he nods.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Spouse Program ~The town, public day to day~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sye</strong> on <strong>31-05-2018, 01:39:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/74/49/70/744970bf2bb79bb1f96870c591ee817f.jpg)</div>Name: Ginishi (Gin)<br>Date and Time: May 29th, lunch time.<br>Location: Public Garden Park<br>Wearing:<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Attire</div><div class="spoiler_body">[img=height300]https://cdn.img.shop-list.com/res/up/shoplist/shp/soubien/ys/bs/quatre/r1-brand931ok_1.jpg[/img]</div></div>Tagging: Tyros Panhellenios <br>Mentioning:N/A<br>Content warnings: SFW<br>Extra information: N/A<br><br>"If you say so, but I may be too old fashioned for some or just old in general despite how youthful most of us look. But maybe on a whim I will try, just not right now," she smiles as she begins to eat some of the salad Tyr made and smiled happily as the flavors and freshness burst on her tongue. Then it was only natural she went for the chicken as the lemon was perfect and acidic. <br><br>"I believe a nice gray or charcoal suit would look handsome on you," says Gin between bites before she moves into some sashimi. "Honestly, I would probably have to practice if I ever go into the program and meet these demon lawyers. They are named the best."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Spouse Program ~The town, public day to day~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bowen</strong> on <strong>31-05-2018, 02:10:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/d0/d4/7d/d0d47db9ed54b1b5397f3affa9100577.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Tyr<br><strong>Date and Time:</strong> May 29, Lunch time<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Public Garden Park <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Jeans and tshirt<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Ginishi Matsuki<br><strong>Mentioning:</strong> None<br><strong>Content warnings:</strong> None<br><strong>Extra information:</strong> None<br><hr><br>Tyr nodded with a grin, glad that she wasn't putting herself up on some shelf and took the lull in conversation to sample more of the wonderful treats she brought. <br><br>"Charcoal. I like that colour." he agrees thinking he should find a tailor when they finish their afternoon together. <br><br>He chuckles at her comment about lawyers. "I still remember the first time I was at a bar and a lawyer was complaining that his profession got a bad reputation for a few bad apples. He tried to explain to me that they were the modern warriors of society. Fighting the good fight, protecting the innocents from the corporations." he says and sighed. "It took a lot of effort to hear him out and not make faces. I pointed out his profession may be noble in spirit but it had many unworthy members."<br><br>"They are only at the beginning when you first enter the program and I imagine when you sign your wedding licence. The rest is you and your possible mate. After the first meeting at ..some upscale restaurant I need to lookup again, you can make dates just between the two of you for dancing or horseback riding, any of your interests." he pauses at that. 'I suppose that dueling would be a difficult one to suggest, but other than that.." he said with a simple shrug as he continued to eat with gusto.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Spouse Program ~The town, public day to day~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sye</strong> on <strong>31-05-2018, 02:19:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/74/49/70/744970bf2bb79bb1f96870c591ee817f.jpg)</div>Name: Ginishi (Gin)<br>Date and Time: May 29th, Tuesday 1155 A.M.<br>Location: Public Garden Park<br>Wearing:<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Attire</div><div class="spoiler_body">[img=height300]https://cdn.img.shop-list.com/res/up/shoplist/shp/soubien/ys/bs/quatre/r1-brand931ok_1.jpg[/img]</div></div>Tagging: Tyros Panhellenios <br>Mentioning:N/A<br>Content warnings: SFW<br>Extra information: N/A<br><br>"You mean you marry right away? Erm...maybe I shouldn't join the program. After all I know the point is to have children but...I don't know. A family wounds lovely, but not in my line of work on helping others and trying to make them happy. Besides..I loved one man truly, deeply...and because of my lack of strength I couldn't bond his life force with mine which would have helped him in battle," her eyes seem to remember her second husband, the general of a strong army, and their happiness together. Even though it was short lived, he set her soul on fire and doubted if anyone could do it again.<br><br>Charcoal suit with a lovely accent tie, and possible silver cufflinks," &nbsp;she adds with a smile when her mind comes back to his upcoming meeting with his partner.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Spouse Program ~The town, public day to day~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bowen</strong> on <strong>31-05-2018, 03:03:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/d0/d4/7d/d0d47db9ed54b1b5397f3affa9100577.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Tyr<br><strong>Date and Time:</strong> May 29, Lunch time<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Public Garden Park <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Jeans and tshirt<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Gin<br><strong>Mentioning:</strong> None<br><strong>Content warnings:</strong> None<br><strong>Extra information:</strong> None<br><hr><br>He raises his eyebrow to that. "I'm afraid I'm not a very good judge of 'right away'. I've lived a long time. I tend to be in the moment though. If something feels right, then I go along with that. If I feel that the person I'm with is being overwhelmed I try and slow down." he says. Tyr couldn't comment up her 'lack of strength', it sounded like she was taking on a lot of blame which she felt deeply and carried for centuries. "Gin, he sounds like a man that was worthy of your love." <br><br>"In any case, just because the program has a few set goals and an obvious agenda, I don't just want to have children and treat this lady as some kind of broodmare. I want a woman to share my life with first. Children can happen once we find our way, even if that takes a few years." he states realizing that the program may come across like that if you were jaded.<br><br>"Silver is a nice touch. Perhaps I'll send you a photo of what I look like before I go in case you have some other suggestions." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Spouse Program ~The town, public day to day~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sye</strong> on <strong>31-05-2018, 03:55:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/74/49/70/744970bf2bb79bb1f96870c591ee817f.jpg)</div>Name: Ginishi (Gin)<br>Date and Time: May 29th, Tuesday Lunch Time<br>Location: Public Garden Park<br>Wearing:<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Attire</div><div class="spoiler_body">[img=height300]https://cdn.img.shop-list.com/res/up/shoplist/shp/soubien/ys/bs/quatre/r1-brand931ok_1.jpg[/img]</div></div>Tagging: Tyros Panhellenios <br>Mentioning:N/A<br>Content warnings: SFW<br>Extra information: N/A<br><br>"Yes, but more so I was found worthy to be loved by a great man," &nbsp;she smiles over at him before finishing her second dish and moves onto the other food. "I didn't mean to sound rude when no made that comment. For me I don't feel the urge, but I could be wrong. Need to meet the right person right? Also I would love to see a photo and are you going to slick your hair back or no?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Spouse Program ~The town, public day to day~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bowen</strong> on <strong>31-05-2018, 04:45:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/d0/d4/7d/d0d47db9ed54b1b5397f3affa9100577.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Tyr<br><strong>Date and Time:</strong> May 29, Lunch time<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Public Garden Park <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Jeans and tshirt<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Gin<br><strong>Mentioning:</strong> None<br><strong>Content warnings:</strong> None<br><strong>Extra information:</strong> None<br><hr><br>He nods to her apology not feeling she needed to make it. He must have been on his fourth plate of dishes even if he was trying to be slow about it. Gin made yummy sushi though and it was hard to resist.<br><br>"I don't think there is a miracle that could have made you sound rude Gin." he says and drinks down his apple juice. <br><br>"I think that you said it perfectly. If you find the right person, well the possibilities are what you set them to." he stated.<br><br>"Well I have a number of photos. I haven't looked at them yet. I'll email you one after our first date." he offered then chuckled. "I'm not a fashion model. My hair will be like it is right now. Besides, I've tied my hair back for sparring but never slicked it." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Spouse Program ~The town, public day to day~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sye</strong> on <strong>31-05-2018, 05:03:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/74/49/70/744970bf2bb79bb1f96870c591ee817f.jpg)</div>Name: Ginishi (Gin)<br>Date and Time: May 29th, Tuesday Lunch Time<br>Location: Public Garden Park<br>Wearing:<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Attire</div><div class="spoiler_body">[img=height300]https://cdn.img.shop-list.com/res/up/shoplist/shp/soubien/ys/bs/quatre/r1-brand931ok_1.jpg[/img]</div></div>Tagging: Tyros Panhellenios <br>Mentioning:N/A<br>Content warnings: SFW<br>Extra information: N/A<br><br>"Oh tying it back would be look good. Rugged I believe?" Gin chuckles happily as she smiled, her shoulders shaking slightly before she poured herself more peach juice. "You are too kind, I can be rude depending on the situation. I can be frightening when my friends or my shop is in danger. Granted, just my eyes and tails are usually telling of my mood.<br><br>Gin giggles again as she feels a breeze blow by, looking up to see some of the leaves blew away and the water rippled slightly. "Ah that reminds me, after you helped me with the Japanese maples and Sakura trees, I must request another job from you and of course you can ask a favor from me. How hard would it be to add a small private hot spring bath in the back where my tea ceremony building is?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Spouse Program ~The town, public day to day~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bowen</strong> on <strong>31-05-2018, 06:03:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/d0/d4/7d/d0d47db9ed54b1b5397f3affa9100577.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Tyr<br><strong>Date and Time:</strong> May 29, Lunch time<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Public Garden Park <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Jeans and tshirt<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Gin<br><strong>Mentioning:</strong> None<br><strong>Content warnings:</strong> None<br><strong>Extra information:</strong> None<br><hr><br>He smiled at that. "Well I'm never going to be pretty, rugged may have to be the way it goes. Like I said, I'll send you a picture of myself an hour before I head down on my motorcycle." he promised her.<br><br>He listened to her request and considers what he remembered about the feel of the place. "It wouldn't be difficult, just require some time and effort. I could probably have it done over a weekend. Diverting heat and tunneling from a dormant volcano." he says after estimating the time. He smiles as he thinks of that. "A nice natural touch." he agreed.<br><br>"A favor. Hmm..." he thinks about it. "I'd like you to teach me Fusui." he asks. "The look of your gardens always have an elegance about them that tends to look like it's in harmony with nature instead of apart from it."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Spouse Program ~The town, public day to day~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sye</strong> on <strong>31-05-2018, 06:31:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/74/49/70/744970bf2bb79bb1f96870c591ee817f.jpg)</div>Name: Ginishi (Gin)<br>Date and Time: May 29th, Tuesday Lunch Time<br>Location: Public Garden Park<br>Wearing:<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Attire</div><div class="spoiler_body">[img=height300]https://cdn.img.shop-list.com/res/up/shoplist/shp/soubien/ys/bs/quatre/r1-brand931ok_1.jpg[/img]</div></div>Tagging: Tyros Panhellenios <br>Mentioning:N/A<br>Content warnings: SFW<br>Extra information: N/A<br><br>"Only if it isn't a hindrance. If it is, then a hot tub works right? Maybe?' She giggles softly. "Fusui? Well I will be more than happy to help you. Now the question is, your home or elsewhere?" <br><br>If it was his home, she would be more than excited to do it. After all, he lived by the ocean and the water was amazing. <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Spouse Program ~The town, public day to day~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bowen</strong> on <strong>01-06-2018, 19:15:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/d0/d4/7d/d0d47db9ed54b1b5397f3affa9100577.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Tyr<br><strong>Date and Time:</strong> May 29, Lunch time<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Public Garden Park <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Jeans and tshirt<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Gin<br><strong>Mentioning:</strong> None<br><strong>Content warnings:</strong> None<br><strong>Extra information:</strong> None<br><hr><br>He shook his head. "It is some effort but so is anything worth having if you want it done right." he states then considers the rest of what she's said. "A hot tub would be easier but it would take the same amount of time to set up and it wouldn't have the same aesthetic feel as the rest of your home. I'll get you the hot spring." he promises.<br><br>He chuckled at her excitement. "I want to learn the skill, understand its underlying principals from one who grew up with it and knows it as second nature instead of some translation from a book. And yes, I would eventually implement the principals in my home or any property I owned." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Spouse Program ~The town, public day to day~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sye</strong> on <strong>01-06-2018, 19:49:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/74/49/70/744970bf2bb79bb1f96870c591ee817f.jpg)</div>Name: Ginishi (Gin)<br>Date and Time: May 29th, lunch time.<br>Location: Public Garden Park<br>Wearing:<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Attire</div><div class="spoiler_body">[img=height300]https://cdn.img.shop-list.com/res/up/shoplist/shp/soubien/ys/bs/quatre/r1-brand931ok_1.jpg[/img]</div></div>Tagging: Tyros Panhellenios <br>Mentioning:N/A<br>Content warnings: SFW<br>Extra information: N/A<br><br><br>"I would hug you if there wasn't so many items around," she beamed as her eyes glowed violet again as she made it to her third plate compared to Tyr's now fifth. "I will be honest, I am evnious of you living by the ocean and so it is for my benefit as well. My koi pond in my ever expanding home slash shop is now going to get a hot springs! I know Alexander will be happy to experience it when winter comes."<br><br>As some of the trays become empty, Ginishi begins to clean up by stacking them on top of each other to give them more room on the blanket. <br><br>"I haven't asked, but how is your family? Destruction has subsided for now?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Spouse Program ~The town, public day to day~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bowen</strong> on <strong>01-06-2018, 23:39:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/d0/d4/7d/d0d47db9ed54b1b5397f3affa9100577.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Tyr<br><strong>Date and Time:</strong> May 29, Lunch time<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Public Garden Park <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Jeans and tshirt<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Gin<br><strong>Mentioning:</strong> None<br><strong>Content warnings:</strong> None<br><strong>Extra information:</strong> None<br><hr><br>He smiles at that. "I'm sure that we'll hug when we say farewell for now." he stated as he watched her eyes glow. "I do love being right upon the ocean and the beach. It's a beautiful spot." he says happy of his home. It was his place of comfort and retreat. Unlike many who had the means that many of the monsters of the world possessed, his wasn't lavish or expansive. It grew when he came upon some hobby but he lived there alone, without servants. Many thought he kept his treasures there and not throwing huge parties was a security precaution. They were wrong, it was just his home and he only invited those close to him over.<br><br>"I'm afraid I haven't kept up with you so well. Who is Alexander? Or is Alexander a pet?" he asks thinking it may be a fox she found as a stray.<br><br>He sighs when she mentions his family. "I only visit them once a century. They just don't know where to fit into this world we've created. They want to destroy and cause catastrophes but we aren't quite ready to handle that just yet. My mother is still trying to understand why I am so different. My father is still waiting for me to grow into the power that my older siblings have. My grandfather Tartaros, one of the scariest beings out there is the one I miss most and talk to more often."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Spouse Program ~The town, public day to day~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sye</strong> on <strong>02-06-2018, 00:27:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/74/49/70/744970bf2bb79bb1f96870c591ee817f.jpg)</div>Name: Ginishi (Gin)<br>Date and Time: May 29th, lunch time.<br>Location: Public Garden Park<br>Wearing:<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Attire</div><div class="spoiler_body">[img=height300]https://cdn.img.shop-list.com/res/up/shoplist/shp/soubien/ys/bs/quatre/r1-brand931ok_1.jpg[/img]</div></div>Tagging: Tyros Panhellenios <br>Mentioning:N/A<br>Content warnings: SFW<br>Extra information: N/A<br><br>Giving a small chuckle. "Alexander Filandros is an upper class Naga who specializes in horticulture. I can't remember if you met him as he does hide since he hates the cold. He supplies me with teas that I can't find sometimes and gives me all sorts of wonderful plants for medicinal purposes.<br><br>Oh and speaking of homes. I renovated slightly. Used my magic to make it look...up to date a little bit. Though some can't believe how small it is for who and what I am. Strange isn't it? The older you get the smaller the home or maybe that is just me," again she giggles and smiles at him. "Though I think my back yard takes up a bit of space so maybe that is where my currency is going towards.<br><br>Well I believe you are fairly powerful as you are now. Surely they don't expect you to create 'hell on Earth's do they? Granted both my parents are gone. Mother passed away almost a century ago. I'm sorry, um, would you like mochi for dessert?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Spouse Program ~The town, public day to day~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bowen</strong> on <strong>02-06-2018, 02:20:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/d0/d4/7d/d0d47db9ed54b1b5397f3affa9100577.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Tyr<br><strong>Date and Time:</strong> May 29, Lunch time<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Public Garden Park <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Jeans and tshirt<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Gin<br><strong>Mentioning:</strong> None<br><strong>Content warnings:</strong> None<br><strong>Extra information:</strong> None<br><hr><br>Tyr nods. "I've heard of him. I don't believe we've actually met or shared a meal together. It is good to know he has access to medicinal herbs just in case another colony needs them or someone comes asking." <br><br>He considered what she said about her home and it being smaller. "My home isn't vast. But I think you're right. In my youth I would have needed an island just to have enough room for it. I would have made excuses for all my varied interests and how each room encapsulated them like some shrine or library. I've mostly gotten over that. My home is my refuge, my quiet place in this world. I don't need the echoes of me walking to indulge my quiet."<br><br>He grins when she says he's powerful enough but his parents were titans. "Mochi sounds perfect." Compared to them he was the runt of the litter. "I've come to believe that it isn't exactly a conscious decision on their part. I've read a number of papers on what exactly mythology is and what it represents. It was interesting to view someone's thoughts on one's parents who thought they were made up stories but still worthy of a few hundred pages on a thesis. Typhoes was supposed to represent the destructive side of the weather, not as something he controlled like Zeus when he was angry, but more that is what and who he was, he was the angry rolling clouds coming in, the lightning that turned sand into glass and felled the tallest trees, the winds that swept you up and tossed you about. It's his very nature. My mother Ekidna represented the corruptions of the earth--rot, slime, fetid waters, illness and disease. She is a powerful dragon and I resemble her the most between them."<br><br>"So I don't believe they want 'hell on earth' but I do believe they want Gaia to heal enough so they can raise a little hell like they used to." he says accepting the dessert she offers.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Spouse Program ~The town, public day to day~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sye</strong> on <strong>02-06-2018, 03:24:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/74/49/70/744970bf2bb79bb1f96870c591ee817f.jpg)</div>Name: Ginishi (Gin)<br>Date and Time: May 29th, lunch time.<br>Location: Public Garden Park<br>Wearing:<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Attire</div><div class="spoiler_body">[img=height300]https://cdn.img.shop-list.com/res/up/shoplist/shp/soubien/ys/bs/quatre/r1-brand931ok_1.jpg[/img]</div></div>Tagging: Tyros Panhellenios <br>Mentioning:N/A<br>Content warnings: SFW<br>Extra information: N/A<br><br><br>"Ah then when you come over to make the hot spring for me I will make sure he is there. Also...I contimplated expanding my services, but not sure if I should? I assist those that come to following the "silver thread" but I don't know," She asks Tyr as she prepares the assortment of mochi for him. "Hmmm that means I may need to add a room or two possibly as well. No worries there I suppose. It will be nice to have people come to enjoy my garden and what my shop has to offer."<br><br>Upon his telling of the takes humans have created, she smiled at his remarks. "Indeed. While there are always a yin and yang, we actually don't drink oil. Nor do we have issues hiding our tails. Especially once you get nine...makes things difficult. Hence why I have nine marks on my lower back to assist with that hiding. It's a...a cost and effect? Did I say that right?<br><br>But what kind of little hell? Nothing too crazy? Also power comes with age, well wisdom I should say. Knowledge is the most potent of power."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Spouse Program ~The town, public day to day~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bowen</strong> on <strong>02-06-2018, 05:19:20</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/d0/d4/7d/d0d47db9ed54b1b5397f3affa9100577.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Tyr<br><strong>Date and Time:</strong> May 29, Lunch time<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Public Garden Park <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Jeans and tshirt<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Gin<br><strong>Mentioning:</strong> Eiji Tasuo<br><strong>Content warnings:</strong> None<br><strong>Extra information:</strong> None<br><hr><br>Tyr nodded at that. "Of course, we can speak when I take breaks and have some food." he agreed. "As for expanding your services that way, you may wish to book an appointment with Eiji Tasuo. I find that things go much more smoothly if he's kept in the loop." <br><br>He smiles as he starts to devour the mochi and she relates what humans and the saga-tellers get wrong. "It's true that due to our very secrecy they are often guessing at what they are seeing. It's cause and effect but I got your meaning. Still, some philosophers and psychologists have had very interesting insights." <br><br>"What kind of hell...hmm..how do you put this. The Greeks never believed that paradise was a thing for the living. You had to live multiple near perfect lives to be taken into the underworld that was all about bliss and happiness. So, my mother would cause a pandemic, spoil foods..create new diseases no one has tried to counter yet. My father--sea storms that would take down pirate and sailor alike. Tsunamis that would smash down a third of a city, things along these lines."<br><br>He realizes he is making his parents sound evil rather than an aspect of nature, just one that humans would prefer not to have happen around them. "Have I ever told you the story of how the Greeks perceived the concept of luck? No. Well it starts with a Goddess named Thyche..the Greek word for luck. She's pretty and empathic and nurturing. She hates the suffering of others. So she invisibly walks around or flies because she has fairy wings, and just gives people good fortune. So suddenly farmers get bumper crops, business men land some very sweet deals, the homeless find the cache of coins some thief lost when he was running from the police." <br><br>He lets her thinking about that for a moment. "Wonderful right? Well not really. You see, Thyche is always young and naive. Her power is great in many ways and affects almost everyone but she intrudes, unknowingly, upon the domain of Nemesis. She was a personification of the resentment aroused in men by those who committed crimes with apparent impunity, or who had inordinate good fortune. Nemesis directed human affairs in such a way as to maintain equilibrium. Her name means she who distributes or deals out. Happiness and unhappiness were measured out by her, care being taken that happiness was not too frequent or too excessive. If this happened, Nemesis could bring about losses and suffering." he gives Gin the other side of the coin. <br><br>"As one who checked extravagant favours by Tyche, Nemesis was regarded as an avenging or punishing divinity. She walked invisibly behind Tyche making people suffer for having too much good luck until things balanced out." he said. "My parents are like Nemesis, this world is becoming idyllic and they would seek a way to balance that. Sorry about my long winded explanation." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Spouse Program ~The town, public day to day~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sye</strong> on <strong>02-06-2018, 05:45:49</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/74/49/70/744970bf2bb79bb1f96870c591ee817f.jpg)</div>Name: Ginishi (Gin)<br>Date and Time: May 29th, lunch time.<br>Location: Public Garden Park<br>Wearing:<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Attire</div><div class="spoiler_body">[img=height300]https://cdn.img.shop-list.com/res/up/shoplist/shp/soubien/ys/bs/quatre/r1-brand931ok_1.jpg[/img]</div></div>Tagging: Tyros Panhellenios <br>Mentioning: Eiji Tasuo<br>Content warnings: SFW<br>Extra information: N/A<br><br>"I see. Eiji Tasuo? Hmmm well I never met him and so far I haven't had anyone come up to me when I opened my shop either so that means things are ok I assume? Granted the price is always paid in full and it is a contract between me and the clients. Not like I take anyone who enters my door, they need to be urged inside so to speak.<br><br>But I understand your meaning. In all cultures there is a balance of life and death. Luck and misfortune. I suppose...I am like that as well since you know that everything I do doesn't involve money. Like the first time I met you, I believe your payment was a vase as the requested contract involved a particular nasty spirit of sorts that was killing trees and crops of land. Heh...is it sad that is actually how I make friends sometimes is through this?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Spouse Program ~The town, public day to day~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bowen</strong> on <strong>03-06-2018, 22:13:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/d0/d4/7d/d0d47db9ed54b1b5397f3affa9100577.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Tyr<br><strong>Date and Time:</strong> May 29, Lunch time<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Public Garden Park <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Jeans and tshirt<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Gin<br><strong>Mentioning:</strong> Eiji Tasuo<br><strong>Content warnings:</strong> None<br><strong>Extra information:</strong> None<br><hr><br>Try nodded to her statement. "You've been a model citizen. There isn't exactly a need to really talk to you since you don't make trouble for anyone." he agreed.<br><br>"I like the fact that you work on the barter system. I know that its clunky and old fashioned but .." he thinks about it. "Money is cold. You see a price, you drop the amount you need to. You walk away. In a barter, you have to talk to the other person. You get a sense of them and what is important to them. It builds a community more than cash or credit ever did." he points out.<br><br>"So no. It's not sad that is one of the ways you make friends. We come into each other's lives in all kinds of ways." he stated. "I once made friends with a waitress because the coffee she spilled on me wasn't hot enough."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Spouse Program ~The town, public day to day~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sye</strong> on <strong>03-06-2018, 22:53:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/74/49/70/744970bf2bb79bb1f96870c591ee817f.jpg)</div>Name: Ginishi (Gin)<br>Date and Time: May 29th, lunch time.<br>Location: Public Garden Park<br>Wearing:<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Attire</div><div class="spoiler_body">[img=height300]https://cdn.img.shop-list.com/res/up/shoplist/shp/soubien/ys/bs/quatre/r1-brand931ok_1.jpg[/img]</div></div>Tagging: Tyros Panhellenios <br>Mentioning: Eiji Tasuo<br>Content warnings: SFW<br>Extra information: N/A<br><br>"Thank you and I bet that made her laugh?" Giggles Gin as she pours herself the last of the peach as she gasps. "Do you want any of this? I didn't realize I have been drinking the entire bottle myself and that is just rude of me and...oh dear..." She offers her glass to him and waits for his response as she feels something on the front of her.<br><br>"Oh I forgot I had this thing," she says softly as she takes out a phone out of her obi. A small smile creeps up on her lips as she looks up to Tyr. "Sorry, I don't mean to be rude. I just need to reply to them real quick." <br><br>Unlike how most people would text on their phones using their thumbs, she held the phone in one hand and used her middle finger to type. "Goodness, I have a busy week suddenly. So many old friends coming into town," she smiles and begins to giggle. "A museum one night and quiet tea time on another. This program is bringing out all sorts of people out of the woodshack now." Putting her phone away she returns her attention to Tyr. "So tell me more about this waitress. Please say it didn't fall on your lap as that is painful and with men, any sudden heat can't be good."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Spouse Program ~The town, public day to day~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bowen</strong> on <strong>04-06-2018, 02:26:41</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/d0/d4/7d/d0d47db9ed54b1b5397f3affa9100577.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Tyr<br><strong>Date and Time:</strong> May 29, Lunch time<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Public Garden Park <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Jeans and tshirt<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Gin<br><strong>Mentioning:</strong> Eiji Tasuo<br><strong>Content warnings:</strong> None<br><strong>Extra information:</strong> None<br><hr><br>Tyr nodded to her guess. "Yes. She went from being rather worried I was going to become angry and complain to her manager to blinking then laughter." he filled her in as he accepted the glass she offered. <br><br>When she takes out her phone he snorted. "It's perfectly fine. I can partake while you respond to that." he stated and did just that. <br><br>He watched her operate her phone with a smile. "It's always good to see friends." he agreed. "She got a little bit of my cheek and splashed it across my chest. The restaurant was happy to give me a tshirt of theirs with their logo on it." <br><br>"She tried to buy my meal in thanks. I suggested that she sit and eat with me on her break. I discovered after getting her to open up a little that she wanted to be a writer. Then I left her a large tip so she could pursue that."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Spouse Program ~The town, public day to day~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sye</strong> on <strong>04-06-2018, 03:29:12</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/74/49/70/744970bf2bb79bb1f96870c591ee817f.jpg)</div>Name: Ginishi (Gin)<br>Date and Time: May 29th, lunch time.<br>Location: Public Garden Park<br>Wearing:<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Attire</div><div class="spoiler_body">[img=height300]https://cdn.img.shop-list.com/res/up/shoplist/shp/soubien/ys/bs/quatre/r1-brand931ok_1.jpg[/img]</div></div>Tagging: Tyros Panhellenios <br>Mentioning:N/A<br>Content warnings: SFW<br>Extra information: N/A<br><br>"When you snort I don't know if I offended you or not," she comments as pours herself some cranberry juice as her face puckers before she reaches for the apple and pours some in until it was less tart. "But has she become accomplished writer since then or does she only do it on the side? Do you still go and grab coffee together too?" Gina smiles at him and let's out a very content sigh<br><br>"This meal was fantastic and now I have to see if I can walk or waddle with the amount I ate. Did you get enough food? If not, I will make sure to make more for next time. Speaking of which, what would you like to eat when you come by to make my small hot spring?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Spouse Program ~The town, public day to day~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bowen</strong> on <strong>04-06-2018, 04:01:06</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/d0/d4/7d/d0d47db9ed54b1b5397f3affa9100577.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Tyr<br><strong>Date and Time:</strong> May 29, Lunch time<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Public Garden Park <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Jeans and tshirt<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Gin<br><strong>Mentioning:</strong> Eiji Tasuo<br><strong>Content warnings:</strong> None<br><strong>Extra information:</strong> None<br><hr><br>He smiled at her question. "Trust me Gin, you would have no problems distinguishing my demeanor if I were offended. Generally I tend to frown, I'm told my eyes glow a little and I speak in very short sentences." he assured her. "And just for the sake of saying it, no you have not offended me."<br><br>"Well its been about eighteen years now and Miss Elrodd is on her sixth book. She took the majority of money I gave her and opened her own cafe. She gets inspired by talking to others and its a steady income. Smart woman. And I do go to her cafe and she buys me lunch or whatever meal I'm at in the day as she picks my brain for ideas on different characters. I usually tell her about people who are long dead and this is my way of resurrecting them." <br><br>"She adds them to her vampire detective books. So I'm not sure if its on the side or both as far as her writing goes. I think it happens in spurts as she finds her muse, but she likes meeting people and its always better as an owner." <br><br>He glances at her after her waddling comment. "The food was excellent and I am satisfied. And with your figure I doubt very much you've ever waddled anywhere in your life." <br><br>"As to food, I'm a fan of yakiniku...and knowing how you are about hospitality you don't have to have all meats available to barbecue. We can stick with maybe pork, chicken and beef. I'll bring dessert." he offered.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Spouse Program ~The town, public day to day~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sye</strong> on <strong>04-06-2018, 07:33:59</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/74/49/70/744970bf2bb79bb1f96870c591ee817f.jpg)</div>Name: Ginishi (Gin)<br>Date and Time: May 29th, lunch time.<br>Location: Public Garden Park<br>Wearing:<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Attire</div><div class="spoiler_body">[img=height300]https://cdn.img.shop-list.com/res/up/shoplist/shp/soubien/ys/bs/quatre/r1-brand931ok_1.jpg[/img]</div></div>Tagging: Tyros Panhellenios <br>Mentioning: Eiji Tasuo<br>Content warnings: SFW<br>Extra information: N/A<br><br>"That is good to know and I hope that I never get on your bad side. Also it seems that I will need to find her books and start reading them and as of late I haven't found any good books so thank you very much for letting me know," with a smile she hands him the last three mochi from her bento box. "If you are ok with it, I would love to visit her cafe sometime as long as you are willing to send me the address. For her books I imagine that you get signed copies and I wonder if she calls you her muse."<br><br>Tying up her lunch bento box she snaps her fingers as his dishes and containers begin to move on their own to the cooler before she stretches slightly since she was wearing the yukata. "I don't know. Sometimes I believe I wonder and like any woman I worry as silly as that sounds. But I am able to get the foods that you wish. Do you have preferences on cuts? No seafood or overrated since you live on the ocean? And who knew you baked," smiling at him as she gives a playful jab that had her almost fall over. "What kind of dessert? Do you think you would like sake with the meal or you bring a bottle as well? I know I don't drink much but with friends it is nice every now and then."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Spouse Program ~The town, public day to day~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bowen</strong> on <strong>04-06-2018, 09:20:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/d0/d4/7d/d0d47db9ed54b1b5397f3affa9100577.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Tyr<br><strong>Date and Time:</strong> May 29, Lunch time<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Public Garden Park <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Jeans and tshirt<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Gin<br><strong>Mentioning:</strong> Eiji Tasuo<br><strong>Content warnings:</strong> None<br><strong>Extra information:</strong> None<br><hr><br>He shakes his head. "It doesn't happen often and I don't like who I become when I'm that angry." he says. "I doubt very much you would ever get me to that state. I think of us as friends and I give my friends the benefit of the doubt."<br><br>"Well her name is Patricia Nead Elrod. What is your number? I'll send you the address of her cafe Lava Java and a list of her books so far. As far as being anyone's muse goes--while I don't believe I am, you'd have to speak to her and get her point of view." <br><br>He considers the what cuts he'd like but then shrugs. "You choose the cut, I have no preference as long as it tastes good. Create a meal based around that and I assure you that if it is anything like this one I'll enjoy it very much." <br><br>He catches her before she tips over and rights her in a smooth motion. "I've been around a while. I like good foods but I don't like the idea of servants. So I learned to cook." he says. "Being a dragon I can put away a lot of food and I love desserts so I learned to make the ones I liked. Did you know that I can make ice cream that tastes like chocolate hazelnut? It is sinfully delicious. As to what I will bring, I was thinking of rice pudding and something of your choosing."<br><br>"I usually don't drink very much either but I'd like to share a bottle of sake with you." he agreed marveling again at how practical her magic was.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Spouse Program ~The town, public day to day~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sye</strong> on <strong>04-06-2018, 09:46:19</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/74/49/70/744970bf2bb79bb1f96870c591ee817f.jpg)</div>Name: Ginishi (Gin)<br>Date and Time: May 29th, lunch time.<br>Location: Public Garden Park<br>Wearing:<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Attire</div><div class="spoiler_body">[img=height300]https://cdn.img.shop-list.com/res/up/shoplist/shp/soubien/ys/bs/quatre/r1-brand931ok_1.jpg[/img]</div></div>Tagging: Tyros Panhellenios <br>Mentioning: Eiji Tasuo<br>Content warnings: SFW<br>Extra information: N/A<br><br><br>"Thank you," she says turning pink and clears her throat. "Let's see..." picking up her phone she goes to her contacts list to create a new contact. "Patricia Nead Elrod. Enter? No save. My phone number is...where is this thing? Ah there we go," as she hands him her phone. "Or you can input your number and I can text. Oh wait that is number... I know they have had these forever, but they are so convenient. As to your anger, I doubt any of us ever wants to be angry too.<br><br>Well I will try and not over-complicate the meal and keep it true and simple. I will commend you on not having servants even though it isn't a bad thing at all either. A lifestyle choice really. And with you saying you make 'sinfully delicious' chocolate hazelnut ice cream, I must request that. Especially if you love what you make," she smiles happily and couldn't wait now for their next meal together. Maybe even have some of her friends over and make it a fun gathering. "Depending on the weather, I will be able to get the proper sake for the occasion."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Spouse Program ~The town, public day to day~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>11-06-2018, 10:23:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/13/a4/f1/13a4f175a5eec5b4e9d23fcf4e689aaa--gorgeous-body-adriana-lima.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Mercedes "Mercy" Quinlan-Morales (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=283560.msg14056573#msg14056573)<br><strong>Date and Time:</strong> April 23rd, Monday. 5:30 PM<br><strong>Location:</strong> Small Local Bookstore<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> See Avi + gray hoodie<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Dorian Belmonte (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=283560.msg14057451#msg14057451)<br><strong>Mentioning:</strong> N/A<br><strong>Content warnings:</strong> An already bad mood gets worse.<br><strong>Extra information:</strong></span><hr><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Her lips parted in outrage and her skin went hot. Indignation roared to the surface even louder than before but there were no words. None.<br><br>Times like these were the sort when she wanted to be bold and brilliant, when she wanted to act and make herself clear, but her confusion had reached a critical mass and all she could do was glare. He was too close, too big, his shoulders seeming to block everything as his shadow fell across her. Not to mention he was so damn stubborn and irritating she was torn between wanting to slap some sense into him and wanting to just bite him--which was not very civilized at all. His eyes, a piercing blue that was watered down only slightly by his intoxicated state, seemed to bore into her from bare inches away and suddenly without invitation his scent was clouding her nostrils, invading as her breathing deepened and heaved to match her racing pulse. It wasn't the disgusting scent of scotch mind you, though that was there, but rather it was <em>him</em>. Dark, rich, and somehow earthy. That scent screamed <em>utterly male</em> just beneath the cloud of his tainted breath and made her want to get closer when that should have been the very last thing she wanted. Because he was a stranger. A stranger who drank and stared at her body like he'd own her. Like he'd consume her entirely. A stranger who made her question herself, her very desires. One who made her feel too much in the space of mere minutes.<br><br><em>No.</em><br><br>The word seemed to echo in her own head, jolting her from the weird trance that had tried to overtake her in the space of a few heartbeats and mingling with the stranger's words.<br><br><em>"I’m asking you to just accept it instead of just making such a stupid scene. I hate to tell you this. But there isn’t a chance in hell I’m apologizing. So what if I like your body? Maybe, just maybe I shouldn’t have said anything and just kept ogling. But just because it slipped out I don’t see any reason I should just force an apology, for you. You should know I wouldn’t mean it, anyway, so what does it matter."</em><br><br>The growl that slipped free was soft but fierce while the word that followed was harsh and vulgar and unlike Mercy at all. In fact, her whole body tensed further in anticipation of a very visceral reaction which she hadn't the control to stop in that ever so brief moment, however, before she could even gain an inkling of her true intention there was suddenly another presence there.<br><br>"I'm sorry but I'm going to have to ask you to take whatever mess this is outside."<br><br>The voice that came was one of authority. It was sharp, with an air of culture and something very near arrogance, though perfectly pitched so that it seemed to swat Mercy back down to Earth without even trying. She shuddered as she realized the voice sounded a lot like her third grade teacher, a nightmare of a woman who had tried her best to punish Mercy for things that were out of her control. Or maybe it was the way the tall woman seemed to loom over Mercy. Though this did not inspire a reaction even remotely in the realm of what the male had caused. No, instead it was complete and utter mortification that sprouted like a weed in the midst of her very confused feelings, strangling them and threatening to take over. Yet, even knowing that store manager had come out to the front to put an end to the developing scene, it was harder than it should have been to turn her gaze away from the bull-headed man before her. <br><br>"I will call the police if necessary."<br><br>That did the trick though. Blinking, Mercy pulled back enough to turn her head and glanced at the well groomed older woman who somehow looked like the epitome of a bookstore owner while simultaneously being one of the most fascinatingly lovely women Mercy had every seen. Hers was a cold and hard sort of beauty, however, and it was on a level that frankly screamed monster. The look in those inhumanly green eyes caused Mercy to take one surprised step backward while the truth of the situation sank in. <br><br>"Did you hear what he said to me?!" The appeal sounded lame even to her ears.<br><br>"I really could care less who said what. My only concern is that guests in my shop conduct themselves with a certain level of decorum, though I'm not surprised you don't know any better. Now please, go. You've caused enough of a scene." The woman gave Mercy a look that had become all too common. The one that seemed to brand her as nothing more than a lowly human who should be glad she was allowed to even be in the presence of such beings as herself. A quick glance around showed similar things in the faces of the few other customers waiting to be checked out, though the clerk at the counter, the very human clerk, kept his head down and refused to even acknowledge Mercy, leaving her there to flounder all by her lonesome. She looked back to the male before her and her eyes narrowed.<br><br></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Spouse Program ~The town, public day to day~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bowen</strong> on <strong>13-06-2018, 05:58:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/d0/d4/7d/d0d47db9ed54b1b5397f3affa9100577.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Tyr<br><strong>Date and Time:</strong> May 29, Lunch time<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Public Garden Park <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Jeans and tshirt<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Gin<br><strong>Mentioning:</strong> Eiji Tasuo<br><strong>Content warnings:</strong> None<br><strong>Extra information:</strong> None<br><hr><br>He shrugs. "Thank you but I must admit there are personal reasons for not wanting servants. On my drakon side, I enjoy my privacy. If I let someone into my home I take them under my protection; their welfare and comfort are my concern." he admits. "I also like to be able to just walk outside and shift to feel the breeze or scent the wind maybe dive into the ocean--without hearing the strangled screams or the dishes falling to the floor because someone is shocked." <br><br>"I'm sure it will be more than fine. Get everyone to bring in a few dishes and share of themselves...like we are doing here." he suggested. "I have found that people open up when they are breaking bread together." <br><br>He smiles at her request. "I will make one batch for the party and you will have your own secret container of the chocolate hazelnut ice cream that you don't have to share with anyone." he promises and gets up since their lunch was over. He nods to his friend. "Thank you Gin. I always enjoy our time together. I'll see you soon about your hot spring."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Spouse Program ~The town, public day to day~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sye</strong> on <strong>13-06-2018, 06:13:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/74/49/70/744970bf2bb79bb1f96870c591ee817f.jpg)</div>Name: Ginishi (Gin)<br>Date and Time: May 29th, lunch time.<br>Location: Public Garden Park<br>Wearing:<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Attire</div><div class="spoiler_body">[img=height300]https://cdn.img.shop-list.com/res/up/shoplist/shp/soubien/ys/bs/quatre/r1-brand931ok_1.jpg[/img]</div></div>Tagging: Tyros Panhellenios <br>Mentioning: Eiji Tasuo<br>Content warnings: SFW<br>Extra information: N/A<br><br>Ginishi smiled broadly, again her eyes glowed violet, but even brighter at the mention of her own secret container. "That would be lovely and I will let everyone know when the time comes. Breaking in the hotspring, yes?" Smiling, she stands as well and snaps her fingers as Tyr's blanket begins to shake itself off and folds. <br><br>Turning into her <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Kitsune</div><div class="spoiler_body"> (https://plus.google.com/photos/114387561431317402637/album/5982577123693989041/5982577237518217794?sqid=113002871644169229827&amp;ssid=de127fa5-def7-46b0-98e3-781325477672<br>[/url)</div></div> form with the bento satchel in her mouth. <br><br><em>Till we meet again soon and thank you for her number.</em><br><br>The words enter his mind as she begins to run into the air back home. The lunch over and the park starting to become busier.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Spouse Program ~The town, public day to day~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eikichi</strong> on <strong>21-06-2018, 18:03:51</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Name:</strong> Dorian Belmonte (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=283560.msg14057451#msg14057451)<br><strong>Date and Time:</strong> April 23rd, Monday. 5:40 PM<br><strong>Location:</strong> Small Local Bookstore<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Avi<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mercedes Quinlan-Morales (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=283560.msg14056573#msg14056573)<br><strong>Mentioning:</strong> N/A<br><strong>Content warnings:</strong> Irritated all around, remorseful.<br><strong>Extra information:</strong> Slightly inebriated.</span><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://www.malemodelscene.net/wp-content/uploads/2017/08/David-Gandy-Prestige-Mike-Ruiz-03-620x789.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: times;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size"><br>That soft feminine growl that she let out was a surprise. It surprised him to find that a human woman, someone so outraged, could make such a fierce sound. Or that such a feminine sound would be so utterly attractive. Another man might have been slightly turned off by her ferocity. But for him her fierceness, femininity, and stubbornness were all splendid qualities. Even if she had brought him to a point of annoyance, and slight irritation, just because she wouldn’t let go of the comment he’d said. Hell, if he’d known he was going to get chewed out this bad for just a comment he should have just <em>grabbed her ass</em>. After all, it wasn’t like she could get much more annoyed, well maybe she could, but it was unlikely the verbal lashing she wanted to give him would get any worse than the one she was about to give. He kept himself pressed unreasonably close to her, partially to simply try and intimidate her into dropping this manner, though he knew that was likely, and partially because there was something about her that was begging him to get closer. Something that he couldn’t quite put his fingers on and yet.. it only encouraged him to slip closer to her and perhaps even get close enough to breath in that rich feminine scent.<br><br>But before she had a chance to say anything else to him, another voice soon tickled at his ears, causing him to feel slightly annoyed. The worst thing was he wasn’t sure what annoyed him more, the voice of the authority figure which meant that he’d soon need to vacate the premise without his book and that rendered the entire afternoon was relatively pointless and irritating. Then, there was the other reason he could have been annoyed, a reason that had nothing to do with the apology she wanted or their eviction from the bookstore. Instead the reason that he was so annoyed was because in the end it meant he couldn’t get closer to the <em>fine piece of ass</em> that now wanted nothing to do with him. She’d made it clear she didn’t like the compliment and thought he was an ass. So, it seemed that how close he was to her, right now, was as close as he was ever going to get to her. He probably should have been thankful, that despite the loss of the book, no one else was blaming him for the way he’d treated her with his comment. Though it wasn’t hard to see why, considering the way a few specific patrons looked at her, and how others decided that they should just look away, it wasn’t hard to guess why she was being treated the same as him. As an antagonist rather than a victim of harassment.<br><br>Part of him felt slightly satisfied knowing that her outrage would go unrewarded, but another part was slightly miffed to say the least. He had no reason to be miffed for her sake and yet knowing that they were looking at her as less than a woman simply because she was a woman was just as irritating as her desire for an apology. It was irritating enough that another tick worked into his jaw, looking at her as she tried too appeal to the crowd around them before Dorian took a half-step forward bringing himself against her. It was a quick action, but not one done maliciously. He leaned forward and mumbled, softly, into her ear while still under the watchful gaze of the crowd. He could only imagine what they assumed he was going to say to her, they might have even guessed that he was going to mock her. But there was none of that, he'd irritated her enough, and she was deserving of an apology.<br><br>"I want you to know, I’m not going to apologize for what I said. You are.. so fucking gorgeous. I am going to apologize.. for the way you’re being treated. Since regardless of the fact you’re human, a woman as fine as you deserves to be treated better."<br><br>Just as the last word left his lips Dorian drew back from her, purposefully avoiding her gaze incase she tried to look for some meaning in his words. He wanted the intention to be perfectly clear. He might have looked at her like she should be owned, but it didn’t change the fact that he still saw her for what she was. He didn’t want her to have the distinct belief that he was an ass and a racist. He’d much prefer if she knew that he wasn’t going to discriminate her, just ogle her. Maybe not the best way to be looked at, but it was certainly better than the alternative. Once Dorian drew back from her, nothing but the lingering scent of his musk left to fitter about her immediate vicinity, he rather defensively raised his hands as he set the book in hand down on the nearest counter before shrugging. "Fine then. I’ll be on my merry fucking way." He stepped out of the line for the checkout counter, not that much of the line had remained since there was a sort of semi-circle around them from customers that had come closer to see what the commotion was about. As far as the rest were concerned, other than a knowing few with sharper ears than wits, he’d just spoken something, likely vulgar or humiliating, into the woman’s ear and was now making his retreat since there was no one to punish him.<br><br>As for her, he purposefully avoided saying anything else to her, or even looking in her direction again. The last thing she had of him registering her existence was the make-shift apology he’d given to her. An apology that didn’t even relate to why she was mad at him, but was meant to console her over the fact no one would help her. It might be interpreted as pity, but with the way he phrased it she should have been able to guess that he was genuinely apologetic that no one was assisting her just because she was human. Of course, she could still be mad that even in that apology, he’d continued to remind her about how attractive he found her and just how much he’d been ogling her. </span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Spouse Program ~The town, public day to day~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ingexthefuryhunter1</strong> on <strong>29-07-2018, 16:54:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1381.photobucket.com/albums/ah226/gary_leon_miller/mata_zpsrpcqrryk.jpg)</div>Name: Mata<br>Date and Time:&nbsp; July 29, Saturday. Evening<br>Location: Finery for all occassions<br>Wearing: Suit and tie <br>Tagging: anyone<br>Mentioning: None<br>Content warnings: None<br>Extra information: None<br><br>As Mata entered town he cruised past his friends tea shop, as he turned down the main drag of town slipping the sports car, into a parking spot and stepping out. Straightening his suit he looked around at the couples and shop goers milling about in the warm air. As he wondered if any of the females he saw would be at the party an involuntary smile crossed his face as he quickly opened the shop door and approached the counter. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Spouse Program ~The town, public day to day~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>07-08-2018, 21:44:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://cdn.collider.com/wp-content/image-base/Movies/P/Prince_of_Persia_Movie/jake_gyllenhaal_prince_persia_sands_time_shirtles_01.jpg)</div>Name: Jeremiah Stockton (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=283560.msg13960763#msg13960763)<br>Date and Time: TBD (when GM gives time and place of Ball. Scene will be set a couple days before.) <br>Location: Finery for All Occasions<br>Wearing: Oil stained coveralls, and boots. <br>Tagging: Mizuki Tasuo(M), Mata, open<br>Content warnings: Looking for a formal suit for the ball. <br><br><hr><br>The sun was warm as it shown down upon the main drag. The sound of a two into One exhaust echoed off the tall buildings around. Jeremiah's head constantly turning, and looking for one particular shop that came highly recommended. Shortly after that night with Mizuki, Jeremiah received an invitation for a grand ball to be held. Attire to be formal. That alone put Jeremiah in a pickle as he did not have any formal attire to speak off. Unless you counted that Tuxedo T-shirt that he wore as a gag to a friend's bachelor party a few years ago. However, he felt that would be in poor taste for this event, and he didn't wish to embarrass Mizuki by acting like an jackass. <br><br>He would see the store out of the corner of his eye, and quickly pulled a 'Less than Legal" uey in the middle of the street. The Motorcycle's tire breaking loose a bit before catching up with the asphalt. Pulling onto the sidewalk, Jeremiah parked the bike right next to the shop's door so he could see it from the window. pulling off his helmet, he stood up and shook his slightly sweaty mane of hair before placing the helmet on the bike and stepping inside. <br><br>The dainty jingle of the bell above the door was heard as a refreshing blast of cold air assaulted this intruder into the domain of all things fancy. Entering, Jeremiah looked to see whom all was here to help him. "Hmm, I wonder if they rent tuxes here? Certainly be cheaper." he mused allowed. Though considering if he and Mizuki really did hook up, he may be attending more and more formal functions. So actually have a tuxedo of his very own may be the better way to go. Only time will tell. <br><br>Though Jeremiah would notice another in the store. A man with what looked like either middle eastern, or North African features. He would give the other a nod of acknowledgement before continuing his expedition deeper into this unfamiliar land. Moving along the rows of Jackets hanging up on racks.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Spouse Program ~The town, public day to day~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sye</strong> on <strong>08-08-2018, 01:45:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://cdna.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/004/665/682/large/lily-santos-kitsune.jpg?1485389148)</div>Name: Ginishi (Gin)<br>Date and Time: (Upon gm official date, before the ball)<br>Location: Finery for All Occasions<br>Wearing:Yukata (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/33/62/c6/3362c61afc096d4da64a10f9a79d4945.jpg)<br>Tagging: Tyr, Mata, Jeremy, Remy, Dhavali, Open<br>Mentioning: Dhavali, Tyr, Remy<br>Content warnings: SFW<br>Extra information: Looking for a "modern" formal dress possibly<br><br><br>Ginishi couldn't believe she allowed Dhavali to convince her to go shopping. With the news of the Ball it seems like everyone was going out and she felt out of place. She wasn't going to join the program, find someone or anything like that. She was going to possibly assist with the set up and work, but apparently she still needed a dress for the occasion. What kind of annoyed her was when Dhavali told her that her current style was...prudish? Old? That she needed to expand and find a modern dress. Either way, she will look but doubted she would find anything and she would at least assist her friend find something. She was also there to meet up with Tyr and finally get to meet his fiance and there was a strange feeling in her chest that she shook off.<br><br>Waiting outside of the shop for Dhavali, Tyr, and Remy,and she was nervous. Gin wanted to make a good first impression and decided to go with her normal look as the kitsune. Minus all the tails of course as they were tucked away in their seals since she wasn't going to be using any magic at all. She watched a motorbike come up and park in front of the doors and felt even more dread. <br><br><em>There is going to be so many people here...Maybe I should cancel and go home? Surely everyone will understand...</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Spouse Program ~The town, public day to day~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ingexthefuryhunter1</strong> on <strong>08-08-2018, 16:02:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1381.photobucket.com/albums/ah226/gary_leon_miller/mata_zpsrpcqrryk.jpg)</div>Name: Mata<br>Date and Time:&nbsp; July 29, Saturday. Evening<br>Location: Finery for all occassions<br>Wearing: Suit and tie <br>Tagging: Jeremiah &amp; Gin<br>Mentioning: Gin<br>Content warnings: None<br>Extra information: None<br><br>As Mata waited for the attendant to appearing figuring from the size of the shop and the exquisite cut of many of the suits, he knew the wait would be worth it, As he looked at the summer line of suits and what was in fashion he could not help but be drawn to the links case, his father always said the gold made the man, and as his father was once buried with half the wealth of the nation surrounding him could he be wrong. <br><br>As he looked over the superb examples on display his attention was drawn to the street as he watched the motorcycle rumble past, before turning and parking next to the window, as the man dismounted Mata was a bit unimpressed at the way the man dressed before he walked into the shop. Returning the mans nod, Mata turned to the ties Mata smiles as he finds a gorgeous mulberry 19 momme royal blue tie. As he does he looks up to see the coverall wearing man perusing the jackets&nbsp; <strong> I very much enjoy your motor bike, from the sound of it, I would say custom with a bit of a sleeve job, Are you looking your first suit or is this a return visit? If it is the later I may be able to give you a few pointers to make the experience move more efficiently. </strong> Smiling at the man Mata catches movement out of the corner of his eye as he sees Gin stop in front of the store. <br><br>Waiting on the mans reply he pulls his cell from his pocket and quickly text the kitsune <em> I see you, if you are shopping please join me in picking out a new suit, I am torn between the Paris summer fashion and the European winter look. :) </em>&nbsp; Hitting send he again looks to the young man for a reply as he sees the Attendant appear from out of the back room. <br><br>The older man dressed in a very traditional brooks brothers black suit with blue pen striping as he carried a pair of suit pants to the front of the store only to stop at the rack and select another pair and vanish into the back once more. <strong>” The rumors of this place seem to be true, very personal service nothing could be better when purchasing a suit, would you not agree?</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Spouse Program ~The town, public day to day~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>08-08-2018, 19:27:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://cdn.collider.com/wp-content/image-base/Movies/P/Prince_of_Persia_Movie/jake_gyllenhaal_prince_persia_sands_time_shirtles_01.jpg)</div>Name: Jeremiah Stockton (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=283560.msg13960763#msg13960763)<br>Date and Time: TBD (when GM gives time and place of Ball. Scene will be set a couple days before.) <br>Location: Finery for All Occasions<br>Wearing: Oil stained coveralls, and boots. <br>Tagging: Mizuki Tasuo(M), Mata, Gin(m) open<br>Content warnings: Looking for a formal suit for the ball. <br><br><hr><br>Jeremiah perused the Jackets as he thought about what style he was wanting to go for. The problem was that he simply had no idea about "Fashion", or what was fashionable for men to wear. He had always been a "Causal" kind of man as his occupation and status didn't garner him to fancy dinner parties, or the likes very often. It was more accurate to say that he never attended a major function beyond his boss's Birthday party before. So a part of him was particularly nervous about choosing something. The biggest question rolling in his mind was what would Mizuki like. <br><br>So absorbed in his thoughts that he barely heard someone talking to him. When it finally registered he turned to the other man he acknowledged when he entered. "Uh...Thanks. Yeah. Its custom. Built her up myself." he would say, some pride slipping in. "Um, first suit. Got invited to a big fancy shin-dig and didn't want to embarrass my date." he stated with a bit of good natured humor. Which reminded him, he still needed to practice ball room dancing some more. <br><br>When Jeremiah saw the Attendant come from the back with a pair of pants to the other man. He turned his attention back to the rack of coats. Sadly he did not really notice the young woman standing outside as he was focused on his date. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Spouse Program ~The town, public day to day~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bowen</strong> on <strong>08-08-2018, 20:12:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://celebritywc.com/images/anson-mount-8.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Tyr<br><strong>Date and Time:</strong> Before the ball<br><strong>Location:</strong> Finery for All Occasions <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Jeans and tshirt<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Remy, Gin, Dhavali<br><strong>Content warnings:</strong> None<br><strong>Extra information:</strong> None<br><hr><br>It seemed that Tyr had one suit that was from this era. He'd worn it on his first date with Remy. Looking at his wardrobe he seemed to have a lot of clothes from the 1800's. That was a good time. The air was clean, fine horses, wide open spaces. Now children just played cowboys and indians which involved shooting each other or watching westerns. He grabbed one of his denim shirts...denim on jeans, it was comfortable.<br><br>Checking where the chariot of Apollo was in the sky he got on his bike. He was looking forward to seeing Remy again. He was glad Gin had suggested this, shopping normally was a chore. Watching beautiful women come out in different outfits was a fashion show. He drove fast, he always drove fast enough to push his hair back. He had the perception and the reflexes to deal with it. <br><br>He parked his bike and took his helmet off, finger combing his hair back. They were all meeting here. Normally he would have offered to pick Remy up but this was only the second time they were meeting, the first without armed chaperones. He saw Gin waiting by herself. Was he late?<br><br>"Hello Gin. How are you today" he asks with an easy smile.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Spouse Program ~The town, public day to day~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sye</strong> on <strong>09-08-2018, 02:40:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://cdna.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/004/665/682/large/lily-santos-kitsune.jpg?1485389148)</div>Name: Ginishi (Gin)<br>Date and Time: (Upon gm official date, before the ball)<br>Location: Finery for All Occasions<br>Wearing:Yukata (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/33/62/c6/3362c61afc096d4da64a10f9a79d4945.jpg)<br>Tagging: Tyr, Mata, Jeremy, Remy, Dhavali, Open<br>Mentioning: Dhavali, Tyr, Remy<br>Content warnings: SFW<br>Extra information: Looking for a "modern" formal dress possibly<br><br><br>Ginishi heard her phone begin to chime letting her know she received a message as she takes her phone out of her small purse and sees that it was from Mata.<br><br><em>I see you, if you are shopping please join me in picking out a new suit, I am torn between the Paris summer fashion and the European winter look. :) </em><br><br>Gin was beginning to text back when she heard her friends voice and looked up.<br><br>"Oh, Tyr," she smiles broadly and looks around. "I thought you were bringing, Remy here? And give me a moment, I apparently have another friend here who is also shopping and do you know what a Paris summer fashion or a European winter look is? I'm confused...is he asking about wearing a coat versus shorts?" Asks Gin as she sighs.<br><br><em>I will be inside soon. I am waiting for some friends.&nbsp; &nbsp; - Gin</em><br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Spouse Program ~The town, public day to day~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ingexthefuryhunter1</strong> on <strong>09-08-2018, 16:08:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1381.photobucket.com/albums/ah226/gary_leon_miller/mata_zpsrpcqrryk.jpg)</div>Name: Mata<br>Date and Time:&nbsp; July 29, Saturday. Evening<br>Location: Finery for all occasions<br>Wearing: Suit and tie <br>Tagging: Jeremiah,Gin &amp; Tyr <br>Mentioning: Gin<br>Content warnings: None<br>Extra information: None<br><br>Mata nods at the young mans reply <strong>” Ah so you are also part of the program?, I am also shopping for the event. But where are my manners, I am Prince Ma'ta of the house of the sun. as is my lands courtesy once the attendant is free from his current client you may go next, this way if you have any questions I will be there to help you navigate these waters. But while we wait tell me about your date, so that we may narrow down your options to match her, for we really and truly only dress in such finery to appeal to our prospective mates. </strong> <br><br>As he finishes his statement Ma'ta feels his phone vibrate as he checks his message seeing Gins reply. As he quickly types out a message <em> Very well, if they wish they may join the more eyes from the female view point may be of use in this in devour.</em> <br><br>As Mata sends reply he looks at the young man <strong> You said you custom built your ride, would you have knowledge of antique motorcycles, if you do I have a project I have been wishing to complete but have yet to get too, one of my banks subsidiaries acquired a property that was foreclosed on and in an out building they found an early twentieth century Indian petrol fueled motorcycle, I would love to see it running again, would you be interested in seeing what may be done for it?” </strong> <br><br>As he extends the offer, Ma'ta picks up one of the synthetic vest and runs his hand over it scoffing as he replaces it on the wrack, this was one of his favorite things to do, shopping for a party, it reminded him of running in the bizarre before his slumber, as he wondered why Gin was shopping unless she had given him false information and had joined the program. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Spouse Program ~The town, public day to day~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>10-08-2018, 04:58:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://cdn.collider.com/wp-content/image-base/Movies/P/Prince_of_Persia_Movie/jake_gyllenhaal_prince_persia_sands_time_shirtles_01.jpg)</div>Name: Jeremiah Stockton (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=283560.msg13960763#msg13960763)<br>Date and Time: TBD (when GM gives time and place of Ball. Scene will be set a couple days before.) <br>Location: Finery for All Occasions<br>Wearing: Oil stained coveralls, and boots. <br>Tagging: Mizuki Tasuo(M), Mata, Gin(m) open<br>Content warnings: Looking for a formal suit for the ball. <br><br><hr><br>Jeremiah's head snapped up as Mata correctly guessed that he was part of the "Program", and for just a moment Jeremiah's eyes quickly shifted to the door to see if he could get out there as fast as he could. Sometimes trying undo the hardwiring of growing up in a Monster dominated world was difficult. "Um, yeah. I am." He would say to Mata. Though as Mata introduced himself, Jeremiah gave him a friendly smile. "Nice ta meet'cha dere, your Highness. Stockton, Jeremiah Stockton." jeremiah would say in response. Though as Mata continued to speak, Jeremiah blinked at him as it would take a moment for him to comprehend what he was saying. Jeremiah believed Mata said he could go next so that if he needed to, Jeremiah could ask on his opinion on a suit. "Thanks." Jeremiah stated. <br><br>When the conversation turned to his date, Jeremiah thought a moment. He didn't want to come out and say that he was dating the Prime Minister's Sister as that could lead to some bad tidings if the wrong people over hear. Plus, he didn't wish for people to think he was with her cause of What she was. "She is a wonderful woman. Ravishingly beautiful, and as smart as whip. She is a Vampire." he stated as a smile started to curl at his stubble strewn lips. It would appear that whomever this woman was, he was clearly smitten with her. His mind wandering, causing the rest of the world to fade while Mata sent a text to the Kitsune right outside. <br><br>As the turned to older motorcycles, Jeremiah head tilted a moment. "Yeah, Sure. I've had my hands in all sorts of old motorcyles. Why?" He commented. Mata would mention about a project involving an old Indian. "Oooo, a Lady is it?" Jeremiah chuckled, he always thought the large fenders of an Indian made it look like the bike was wearing a gown. "I would like to see it running too. With out seeing it, I would say that the battery, Oils, and fuel will need to be replaced. The carburetor will probably need to be dismantled and soaked to dissolve any gelling the fuel may have caused. If it fires up, then the rest should be relatively obvious fixes. If it doesn't, then It may require a bit electrical work. I do have the old manuals, and electronic wiring diagrams at the house." he would say. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Spouse Program ~The town, public day to day~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ingexthefuryhunter1</strong> on <strong>12-08-2018, 15:58:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1381.photobucket.com/albums/ah226/gary_leon_miller/mata_zpsrpcqrryk.jpg)</div>Name: Mata<br>Date and Time:&nbsp; July 29, Saturday. Evening<br>Location: Finery for all occasions<br>Wearing: Suit and tie <br>Tagging: Jeremiah,Gin &amp; Tyr <br>Mentioning: Gin<br>Content warnings: None<br>Extra information: None<br><br>Mata smiles as Jeremiah says your highness <strong>” My father has that title, but please call me Ma'ta, As to your lady she sounds amazing I have met a few of Sekhmet's creations in my time awake and they can be rather colorful, so I hope you find great joy with her. As to the project, let us set a date for you to look at it, I would pay you of course and a handsome bonus if you are to get it running.</strong> <br><br>As he speaks Mata begins checking the darke suit jackets for a box cut for his new friend <strong> “ So tell me why you joined the program, I joined as a way to possibly meet a mate who would not find my station to be a hindrance. </strong> <br><br>As Mata waited he looked to both doors as he continued to search the racks for suit cuts that would work for Jeremiah. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Spouse Program ~The town, public day to day~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>15-08-2018, 14:26:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://cdn.collider.com/wp-content/image-base/Movies/P/Prince_of_Persia_Movie/jake_gyllenhaal_prince_persia_sands_time_shirtles_01.jpg)</div>Name: Jeremiah Stockton (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=283560.msg13960763#msg13960763)<br>Date and Time: TBD (when GM gives time and place of Ball. Scene will be set a couple days before.) <br>Location: Finery for All Occasions<br>Wearing: Oil stained coveralls, and boots. <br>Tagging: Mizuki Tasuo(M), Mata, Gin(m) open<br>Content warnings: Looking for a formal suit for the ball. <br><br><hr><br>"Um...okay, Ma'Ta. So long as you can call me Jerry." Jeremiah replied, trying to pronounce the other man's name correctly. Though as Ma'ta explained how Jeremiah's date sounded quite amazing, Jeremiah nodded. "Yes, I'm quite surprised that she willingly chose me." He chuckled. "I'm just a wrench in a run down shop." He added for some self depreciating humor.<br><br>As the topic turned towards the old Indian, Jeremiah nodded. "Okay. I don't foresee it being too difficult. I have several lifts at home that I can use." He explained as he thought about the best path in order to facilitate the repairs. A part of him was rather excited. He had worked on Indians before, but they were usually the newer "Non-Indian" Indians. So it will be a rear treat to get his hands on an old one again.<br><br>Jeremiah looked over to Ma'Ta as he asked for his Reaons for joining the Program. Stating that his own were to find a Mate that wasn't intimidated by his social status. "Mate"? You make it sound so detached when you say it like that." Jeremiah was say as he looked at the Jacket that Ma'Ta was holding is hands. "But My reasons are the same as yours. I'm looking for someone to share my life, and my love with. The Program just seemed interesting, and I thought "Fuck it! I'll give it a shot"&nbsp; &nbsp;he explained. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Spouse Program ~The town, public day to day~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ingexthefuryhunter1</strong> on <strong>15-08-2018, 23:46:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1381.photobucket.com/albums/ah226/gary_leon_miller/mata_zpsrpcqrryk.jpg)</div>Name: Mata<br>Date and Time:&nbsp; July 29, Saturday. Evening<br>Location: Finery for all occasions<br>Wearing: Suit and tie <br>Tagging: Jeremiah,Gin &amp; Tyr <br>Mentioning: Gin<br>Content warnings: None<br>Extra information: None<br><br><strong>"Yes you may be right Jerry, but my people especially in my station of un-life that is the word you humans call my condition. But I digress my people do not see coupling the same as most, we normally marry for prestige and station, I was forced to marry my sister the first time, thankful the priest of Ra messed her transition up so I was awaken how do you say separate from her. But I was in love with one of my fathers servant girls but we where forbidden to see each other, so I am hoping that i may meet one like here in this program. But enough about me if I may ask why you are surprised at being picked, your a I presume healthy adult male, good muscle structure and intelligent if this where the days when I was Pharaoh I would see you being a captain in my personal guard, or even being given the honor of being one of my immortal tomb guards. </strong> <br><br>Grinning at his attempt at human humor, Ma'ta holds up a couple of pale blue shirts <strong>" Do you want buttons or a hidden zipper, either will go perfect with either of those jackets.</strong> <br><br>As he peruses the suits ma'ta wonders what Gin is doing with her friends that is taking so long, as looks up at Jerry <strong> Oh as to the motorcycle, if you wish I will have it delivered to your home, just send me an invoice of what you need, but would you be disinclined to work on other vehicles my bank has a small fleet and I the company we have been using is very sub par.</strong> Knowing his offer was out of the blue but this way his father could not get on him for soliciting human workers to bid above their station and he hoped this human would not see any issue, the more work Ma'Ta could give the humans the better off he felt.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Spouse Program ~The town, public day to day~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>16-08-2018, 17:09:02</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://cdn.collider.com/wp-content/image-base/Movies/P/Prince_of_Persia_Movie/jake_gyllenhaal_prince_persia_sands_time_shirtles_01.jpg)</div>Name: Jeremiah Stockton (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=283560.msg13960763#msg13960763)<br>Date and Time: TBD (when GM gives time and place of Ball. Scene will be set a couple days before.) <br>Location: Finery for All Occasions<br>Wearing: Oil stained coveralls, and boots. <br>Tagging: Mizuki Tasuo(M), Mata, Gin(m) open<br>Content warnings: Looking for a formal suit for the ball. <br><br><hr><br>Jerry listened politely as Ma'Ta explained that there were certain expectations for his people. Even as open minded as he was, the fact that Ma'Ta had been forced to marry and lay with his sister forced a bit of a blanch from Jerry. "Yesh, and I thought West Virginia was bad." he would say, though he tried to keep it light with a laugh. Ma'ta would go on to explain that he loved a Servant girl in the Royal Palace, but his Father forbade anything to do with each other. Jerry would nod his heard Ma'Ta's hope for the program. "For what's worth, you're a much stronger man than I. I not sure I could marry a woman I didn't love. Much less if it was my own sister. I truly hope you find the "One" for you." He said sincerely. <br><br>Jeremiah couldn't help the slight blush at basically being told he was a rather attractive example of human male. Even being told he would have been a Captain of the Pharaoh's guard, or even entombed with him personally. Jerry chuckled softly. "Nah, I'm not sure if I have the skills for such a job, but wow. Talk about job security. As for the other. Not sure.<br>&nbsp;I wasn't sure what to expect by joining the program, but to be chosen by such a knock out is a bit surprising, and admittedly humbling to me. I want to make sure I don't do anything that would make her regret choosing me." he explained as he remembered how wonderful his night with Mizuki was. When Ma'ta held up the pale blue shirt, asking which Jeremiah preferred. The man would think a moment. "Buttons are classic, so lets go with that." he would reply. <br><br>When the conversation turned back to the Old Indian, Jerry waved him off. "It's alright, I have a pick up I outfitted to haul motorcycles. I kinda do it as a part time job. Picking up, and delivering motorcycles for people. So I'm an old hat at it." He assured Ma'Ta. Though at the mention of a fleet of vehicles for a bank, Jerry's interest was piqued. "What kind of Vehicles are we talking about? Armored trucks, high end sedans?" He asked curiously. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Spouse Program ~The town, public day to day~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ingexthefuryhunter1</strong> on <strong>17-08-2018, 14:05:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1381.photobucket.com/albums/ah226/gary_leon_miller/mata_zpsrpcqrryk.jpg)</div>Name: Mata<br>Date and Time:&nbsp; July 29, Saturday. Evening<br>Location: Finery for all occasions<br>Wearing: Suit and tie <br>Tagging: Jeremiah,Gin &amp; Tyr <br>Mentioning: Gin<br>Content warnings: None<br>Extra information: None<br><br><br><br><br><br><br>Ma'Ta smiled as he heard the mans reply knowing his plan would work even some what, Screw what his father said or thought, he was next in line past his brother who would never leave his palace and servants. Plus he would not know how to run the company at all. Taking a moment to gather the correct style shirt with the jacket. <strong> Right now the fleet we need a person for is a couple dozen sedans, two heavy hauler trucks and three armored town cars. Plus there is the matter of my personal vehicles. But as I have said the compensation is well worth it.</strong> <br><br>Letting Jerry absorb what he is telling him, Ma'ta quickly moves to the center racks and finds a pair of pants to go with the shirt and that matches the jacket before moving to the cloths mirror display. <strong>” Jerry stand behind the board and tell me what you think. </strong> <br><br>(http://i1381.photobucket.com/albums/ah226/gary_leon_miller/Jerry%20suited_zpsxlqekz97.jpg) (http://s1381.photobucket.com/user/gary_leon_miller/media/Jerry%20suited_zpsxlqekz97.jpg.html)<br><br><strong>So do you know what color your dates dress will be so that possibly you may incorporate it into your suit or accessories?</strong><br><br>As Ma'ta waits on the young mans reply, He turns to look out the window once more as he thinks about how he found him enjoying this, a simple moment helping some one instead of people stooping and falling over themselves to do things for him. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Spouse Program ~The town, public day to day~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>21-08-2018, 16:05:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://cdn.collider.com/wp-content/image-base/Movies/P/Prince_of_Persia_Movie/jake_gyllenhaal_prince_persia_sands_time_shirtles_01.jpg)</div>Name: Jeremiah Stockton (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=283560.msg13960763#msg13960763)<br>Date and Time: TBD (when GM gives time and place of Ball. Scene will be set a couple days before.) <br>Location: Finery for All Occasions<br>Wearing: Oil stained coveralls, and boots. <br>Tagging: Mizuki Tasuo(M), Mata, Gin(m) open<br>Content warnings: Looking for a formal suit for the ball. <br><br><hr><br>Nodded as Ma'ta explained that the fleet was several dozen sedans, Heavy Hauler Trucks, and Armored Town Cars. And then that wasn't including the personal vehicles that Ma'ta owned privately. Jeremiah could only imagine what little goodies the Egyptian prince was hiding in his garage. "The Sedans would most likely have V-6s for fuel economy. The Haulers diesels which are very easy to maintain. The Armored Town Cars would most likely have the more powerful motors move all that weight, and be responsive to needs of the situation." Jerry mused before he was ordered to stand behind a board asked of his opinion on an outfit. The young man would look rather perplexed and unsure of himself. When it came to engines and mechanics he was quite confident. Determining if clothes looked good...not so much. "I guess. I'll admit that I'm not very fashion conscious. So I'm not sure if it looks good or not. Besides, I thought this Ball thing was a formal affair. So shouldn't I be looking at tuxedos?" He asked. <br><br>At the mention on what color his date was going to wear, Jerry shrugged. "I can't say that I do. I think that is a good idea though. She wore deep crimson when we first met, but I'm not sure she would wear the same color twice in a row." He would explain. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Spouse Program ~The town, public day to day~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ingexthefuryhunter1</strong> on <strong>25-08-2018, 04:34:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1381.photobucket.com/albums/ah226/gary_leon_miller/mata_zpsrpcqrryk.jpg)</div>Name: Mata<br>Date and Time:&nbsp; July 29, Saturday. Evening<br>Location: Finery for all occasions<br>Wearing: Suit and tie <br>Tagging: Jeremiah,Gin &amp; Tyr <br>Mentioning: Gin<br>Content warnings: None<br>Extra information: None<br><br>Mata listens to Jerry as he looks over the reflection. <strong>Yes well being alive as long as I have you get a sense for it, As to a Tuxedo that is formal like a wedding or an awakening. This is a ball to show off at, just as every women there is going to go all out on their dress or attire to catch the eye of every male in the room, we males need to do the same. It is like the lonely and plain finch, it did not have any thing to make it stand out from the others so it was lonely for a mate, so one day it prayed to Ra and to Horus for help, Both being benevolent gods bestowed upon the bird the colors of the sky and Horus granted it the ability to see all mates at once. by placing his eyes upon the birds feathers. <br><br>Ra so impressed by the birds appearance stated that the lowly finch was no longer a finch it and its offspring where now the property of the gods and shall be called Peacocks. and just like those royal animals we are trying to do the same. </strong> Smiling at himself Mata cant help but be amused with himself by being able to weave the children story of his youth into the explanation of why a man should wear a suit to attract women. <br><br>As he talked to Jerry he pursued the silk lined suits before he stops at one that had caught his eye <strong>So have you had a chance to travel from this city, I have yet to see the country side except from the air.</strong>&nbsp; <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Spouse Program ~The town, public day to day~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>09-09-2018, 18:02:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://cdn.collider.com/wp-content/image-base/Movies/P/Prince_of_Persia_Movie/jake_gyllenhaal_prince_persia_sands_time_shirtles_01.jpg)</div>Name: Jeremiah Stockton (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=283560.msg13960763#msg13960763)<br>Date and Time: TBD (when GM gives time and place of Ball. Scene will be set a couple days before.) <br>Location: Finery for All Occasions<br>Wearing: Oil stained coveralls, and boots. <br>Tagging: Mizuki Tasuo(M), Mata, Gin(m) open<br>Content warnings: Looking for a formal suit for the ball. <br><br><hr><br>Jeremiah tried to pay attention and soak this all in so that he can be a more learned man. Mata's tail about the origins of the Peacock from the Humble finch was both amusing and informative. He would have normally chalked it up to a Myth, but since he was standing before an immortal Pharaoh type person. He should let himself be a bit more open minded. Once Mata was finished, Jeremiah nodded. "I see. So We can be a bit more open in our design choices." Jeremiah mused openly. Though that did cause him to remember something. "I just remembered. My dates has been using various green colors lately and some of the pictures she showed me had a lot of green in it." he would explain thoughtfully. "You think she is dropping me hints?" He asked. <br><br>When Mata asked if Jeremiah had a chance to get out of the city, The other man nodded. "Yeah. All the time. I try to explore the roads outside the city. Never know what you find. Found some wonderful diners to eat at. And small secluded Camping spots on the beaches. I love exploring on my harley. She and I go everywhere together. " He explained excitedly. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Spouse Program ~The town, public day to day~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ingexthefuryhunter1</strong> on <strong>11-09-2018, 04:53:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1381.photobucket.com/albums/ah226/gary_leon_miller/mata_zpsrpcqrryk.jpg)</div>Name: Mata<br>Date and Time:&nbsp; July 29, Saturday. Evening<br>Location: Finery for all occasions<br>Wearing: Suit and tie <br>Tagging: Jeremiah,Gin &amp; Tyr <br>Mentioning:<br>Content warnings: None<br>Extra information: None<br><br><br>Listening intently Mata smiles <strong> That she may be sir, women are like the Nile, cool refreshing and beautiful but always changing and ever so peacefully powerful. </strong> Flipping threw the book he was perusing he stopped at a jade set of cuff links and tie tack combo. <strong> I believe some thing like this would be of excellent taste to any green she may wear, Might I also suggest a tie with green inflections to allow for a more subtle blending of your suit to any green she may wear.</strong> <br><br>As he speaks Mata can't help but feel a bit of joy, helping others was something his father would not understand, after all this was a ruler who killed thousands needlessly in the construction on his tomb, when letting the men have one day would have saved their lives. Then only to reject the final product, having the engineer and his crew sealed inside a vault for his displeasure. Mata knew he would not phantom his son helping a common peasant be clothed for an event.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Spouse Program ~The town, public day to day~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>13-09-2018, 20:14:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://cdn.collider.com/wp-content/image-base/Movies/P/Prince_of_Persia_Movie/jake_gyllenhaal_prince_persia_sands_time_shirtles_01.jpg)</div>Name: Jeremiah Stockton (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=283560.msg13960763#msg13960763)<br>Date and Time: TBD (when GM gives time and place of Ball. Scene will be set a couple days before.) <br>Location: Finery for All Occasions<br>Wearing: Oil stained coveralls, and boots. <br>Tagging: Mizuki Tasuo(M), Mata, open<br>Content warnings: Looking for a formal suit for the ball. <br><br><hr><br>Leaned against a rack and listed as Mata confirmed his hunch that perhaps Mizuki was dropping him a hint on the color she was wearing for the Ball. Going on to explain that Women were much like the famous Nile River in Egypt. He could agree with that. That seemed to describe Mizuki to a "T" and part of that made him nervous. Talking about swinging way above your league! Jeremiah was probably still single A Ball and Mizuki was the "Majors" <br><br>When Mata suggested a set of green cufflinks and a tie pin Jeremiah leaned in a bit and looked at them. He would even go on to suggest a Tie with green accents to make the suit more in line with what his Date had in mind. "Yeah. that sounds like a great idea!" Jeremiah replied as he picked up the cufflinks to take a closer look. Had he known just how expensive the links he was holding were. He would have probably set them down and simply backed out of the store. <br><br>About this time, Jeremiah realized something. "All we have done was talk about my date. What about yours, Sir? I'm sure you ahve someone that you'll be escorting to the balls, right?" 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Spouse Program ~The town, public day to day~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ingexthefuryhunter1</strong> on <strong>19-09-2018, 10:40:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1381.photobucket.com/albums/ah226/gary_leon_miller/mata_zpsrpcqrryk.jpg)</div>Name: Mata<br>Date and Time:&nbsp; July 29, Saturday. Evening<br>Location: Finery for all occasions<br>Wearing: Suit and tie <br>Tagging: Jeremiah,Gin &amp; Tyr <br>Mentioning:<br>Content warnings: None<br>Extra information: None<br><br>Looking up from the tyes Mata will grin at Jeremiah <strong>" Sadly I will be how is it said going stag, the organizers have yet to even send me any potential matches, I am not sure if it is due to my status in my families house or some other issue. But I did receive my invite to the ball as such I will go. If Bathe is willing I will meet a suitable partner. So we have your suit, accessories and pin points, the only thing left is the most vital thing for a young women of your dates lineage.</strong> <br><br>Turning the cuff links and tie tack over in his hand Mata concentrates lightly hoping the kinsuni outside didnt detect him or he would never hear the end of it, as he wove a protection charm over the silver materials so they would cause no harm to the young man's vampiric date. As the magic was wove a faint white light glowed with in the box for the briefest of moments, as it did so Mata noticed his hand began to appear as it would with out his guise, that of a blackened husk of a body part, partially wrapped in browned linen. As he felt the spell take hold&nbsp; Mata quickly pulls his guise back into form as he places the protected jewelery&nbsp; onto the counter<br><br><strong>Ah there we go, that should do it</strong> As he said this he looked towards the human to make sure his small display had not frightened the man
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Spouse Program ~The town, public day to day~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Captjoe</strong> on <strong>20-09-2018, 20:56:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://content2.latest-hairstyles.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/10/dark-neutral-brown.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> William Blackmoore<br><strong>Date and Time:</strong> June 3rd, 9:40am<br><strong>Location:</strong> Heading into town from Sabrina’s Estate<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Previous night’s outfit<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Sabrina Rivers/ Junki<br><strong>Mentioning:</strong> None<br><strong>Content warnings:</strong> N/A<br><strong>Extra information:</strong> None<br><strong>Feeling:</strong> Anxious and nervous<br><br>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br><br>Will was teased into silence when she mentioned redoing the last thing on his bucket list. Sure that hadn’t been his first rodeo, but had he really made that good of an impression with her? Well she had said his memory of the previous night’s event’s were right. And if that were so, she had enjoyed his attentions quite a bit. And it wasn’t like they had stopped at just once. He cleared those thoughts from his head. It had been fun alright, but he had other things to focus on at the moment. He was glad that he gotten dressed though. Otherwise it would have been quite obvious what he had been thinking about. And as much as he would have loved to go again, she did have plans for them for the day. And her cook was still right there.<br><br>He continued to pick at his food while she answered his own question. And he tried not to look surprised when she mentioned finding love. It was a natural thing to be fair. To find someone you can always rely on in times of hardship. Maybe he just found it hard to believe that she was having trouble in the love department. Surely there were plenty of people lining up to be with her! Though to be fair, how many were actually looking to get to know her and not just lining up to be able to say they had bed the lovely Sabrina Williams? Not many, if he were to guess. Is that why she had asked him through the program? Was it possible she wanted him to be with her in the future? <em>No. No. Don’t get ahead of yourself. One thing at a time.</em> He thought. He still had to survive the day after. He smiled a little right after she finished. <strong>“I’d love to have your help. Who knows? Maybe along the way you’ll find a few things to add to your bucket list?”</strong> He said. Though once more he wondered if that was moving a bit too fast. Not now. One step at a time.<br><br>He did smile a little more when she return to help fix the ‘mess’ she had made last night. Will hadn’t minded, to be honest. To him the ripped shirt was kind of a badge of honor. The most beautiful woman in the world had literally been ripping his clothes off! There were a lot of men and more than a few women who would have killed to have been in his place. Though when she spoke about picking out a gown for the evening, he tried not to blush. Something about the look in her eye told him that she might have had something more planned than just showing him the gown’s she would pick out. This was going to take some getting used to. He nodded once to her before they made their way out to the drive way.<br><br>He let her get into the car first, though it didn’t escape his attention that she was trying her best not to let her skirt ride up too far. Modesty perhaps? It wasn’t like he hadn’t seen her naked. Hell, after everything they had done last night he was surprised that she hadn’t gotten dressed in the car. He cleared his thoughts once again. He had to try and stay focused. He shook his head again before moving into the backseat with her. And once he had sat down he found her sliding right up next to him. He tried not to focus too much on how nice it felt to have her around his arm and laying her head once his shoulder. Maybe they were a couple now? This wasn’t just a one time thing?<br><br>As the car started rolling down the driveway and onto the street Will found himself looking down at the lovely woman on his arm. A part of him wanted to pull her into his lap and start kissing her again. That part of his brain was quickly pushed aside. As fun as that sounded, he wasn’t sure how well that would turn out. Although given the previous nights events, it might have turned out pretty well. Regardless, she wanted to go into town. And as fun as sex in the car would be, he wasn’t sure how well she’d like stepping out of the car looking disheveled and smelling of sex. He tried his best to clear his thoughts again. They were going into town. He needed to focus on that.<br><br>He did enjoy having her against him though. So maybe he could get away with have having his arm around her? That wouldn’t be too much, right? He looked towards the window for a moment before making up his mind. He gently freed his arm from her grasp before sliding it behind her and wrapping it around her waist, his hand settling on her hip. He hoped she’d return his gesture. He’d very much like to feel her arms around him too. And then he gently tilted his head onto hers. Once again he had hoped that this wasn’t overstepping for her. Though given all they had done in the past twenty for hours, he’d be surprised if cuddling in the back seat of her car was overstepping a line.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Spouse Program ~The town, public day to day~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>29-09-2018, 15:22:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://cdn.collider.com/wp-content/image-base/Movies/P/Prince_of_Persia_Movie/jake_gyllenhaal_prince_persia_sands_time_shirtles_01.jpg)</div>Name: Jeremiah Stockton (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=283560.msg13960763#msg13960763)<br>Date and Time: TBD (when GM gives time and place of Ball. Scene will be set a couple days before.) <br>Location: Finery for All Occasions<br>Wearing: Oil stained coveralls, and boots. <br>Tagging: Mata, open<br>Content warnings: Looking for a formal suit for the ball. <br><br><hr><br>Jeremiah was rather shocked that those running the program have yet to find a suitable partner for Mata. The man seemed like such an amiable sort that he was sure he would treat any woman like a goddess of his pantheon. Though that is perhaps the reason they were taking so long. Wanting to make sure that the matches sent his way were absolutely perfect. Jeremiah thought he lucked out with Mizuki choosing him. Particularly since he knew for a fact that she had the pick of the litter as it were. "I'm sure there will be someone there for you, Mata. You seem quite down to Earth, and honest. Women dig that." Jeremiah would say in order to cheer up his knew acquaintance. "Look, if I can get a smoking hot Vampire. You can get your "Queen"." Jeremiah said as he patted the other on the shoulder. <br><br>Now it would appear that Mata wanted to do something with Jeremiah's accessories so that they wouldn't hurt Mizuki. Jeremiah leaned in a bit as he watched Mata cast a spell. Jerry's eyes widened in awe at the display. He wasn't a stranger to magic, but most didn't really throw it around in daily life. Though it would appear that casting that spell cause Mata's guise to falter a bit as Jeremiah noticed the rather shriveled appendage. He quickly averted his eyes to give Mata the respect he deserved for his kindness. He considered that Mata wouldn't want people to see that. <br><br>When the magic was finished, Jeremiah turned his attention back to the other. "What did you do?" he asked, looking nonplussed at what he saw, but cataloguing it for memory later should something similar happen so Jerry could take proper steps to help if needed.&nbsp; <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Spouse Program ~The town, public day to day~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sye</strong> on <strong>30-09-2018, 20:55:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://cdna.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/004/665/682/large/lily-santos-kitsune.jpg?1485389148)</div>Name: Ginishi (Gin)<br>Date and Time: (Upon gm official date, before the ball)<br>Location: Finery for All Occasions<br>Wearing:Yukata (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/33/62/c6/3362c61afc096d4da64a10f9a79d4945.jpg)<br>Tagging: Tyr, Mata, Jeremy, Open<br>Mentioning: Dhavali <br>Content warnings: SFW<br>Extra information: Looking for a "modern" formal dress possibly<br><br><br>Ginishi's phone pinged again as she looked down as her ears flattened slightly in disappointment washed over her. Dhavali wasn't able to make it as some emergency has taken her away which meant that technically she didn't have to worry about dressing up now, but it would only be proper. Taking a deep sigh she looked over to Tyr as he walks up to her as she smiles at him. <br><br>"My friend had to cancel and I guess now we wait for your love, Remy?" She asks him as she looks up from her phone and sets it inside her small purse. "I have a friend inside the store too that you may get along with, he is a banker of sorts."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Spouse Program ~The town, public day to day~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bowen</strong> on <strong>02-10-2018, 20:56:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://celebritywc.com/images/anson-mount-8.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Tyr<br><strong>Date and Time:</strong> (Upon gm official date, before the ball)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Finery for All Occasions <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Jeans and tshirt<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Gin, Mata, Jeremy, Remy, Dhavali, Open<br><strong>Mentioning:</strong> Remy<br><strong>Content warnings:</strong> None<br><strong>Extra information:</strong> Helping Gin get some new clothes<br><hr><br>As Tyr looks around for Remi he gets a text. Pulling out his phone he reads <em>I'm sorry Try. I have a work emergency. I'll let you know when I can reschedule.</em> He reads the text and nods to it with some disappointment, typing back. <em>Don't trouble yourself. Go with a clear conscience, I understand completely. I look forward to your call.</em> <br><br>He glances up at Gin after putting his phone. "Why don't we go inside?" he suggests. "It seems that Remi has been called away to work."<br><br>He holds the door open and offers her his arm. "It seems that I too require some suitable raiment for this occasion. The last time I bought a suit was when there were cowboys riding out on the open plains."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Spouse Program ~The town, public day to day~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ingexthefuryhunter1</strong> on <strong>02-10-2018, 22:15:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1381.photobucket.com/albums/ah226/gary_leon_miller/mata_zpsrpcqrryk.jpg)</div>Name: Mata<br>Date and Time:&nbsp; July 29, Saturday. Evening<br>Location: Finery for all occasions<br>Wearing: Suit and tie <br>Tagging: Jeremia, Gin &amp; Tyr<br>Mentioning:<br>Content warnings: Religion <br>Extra information: None<br><br>Mata smiles at the question, <strong> I am conferring Sefkhet's blessing onto them, Sefkhet wife of Thot the all the knowing, was the one charged with driving the Silver chariot threw the night sky, But before man Ra fought the darkness and in that battle her chariot was damaged causing great chunks to be lost to the earth. These man found and used to create beautiful works like these. But many years later a great magi was betrayed by an acolyte as he received thirty pieces of her precious metal cursing himself and all who inherit his curse to be harmed from the mere touch of it, I have simply cast the metal through time to when it was un-cursed. The Goddess was also one of love so I simply beseech-ed her to help a couple find her. </strong> Smiling as he showed him the faintly glowing earrings, he placed them in the box, as he turned and looked at the assembled suit. <strong>” The only thi..</strong> Stopping mid sentence he heard the faint ding of the door as he turned he saw Gin and the rugged man from out side enter <strong>” Ah it good you could us, may be you would wish to help us pick my new friends hat.</strong> <br><br>Looking at the male Mata opened his minds eyes making sure to only glance at Gin her kitsune powers where blinding but as his vision washed over the man he saw nothing but void, and fire, as his mind stopped and he faltered, he had only once met one with such abilities and he was Ra's devour so what could this one want in their town. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Spouse Program ~The town, public day to day~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sye</strong> on <strong>03-10-2018, 18:43:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://cdna.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/004/665/682/large/lily-santos-kitsune.jpg?1485389148)</div>Name: Ginishi (Gin)<br>Date and Time: (Upon gm official date, before the ball)<br>Location: Finery for All Occasions<br>Wearing:Yukata (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/33/62/c6/3362c61afc096d4da64a10f9a79d4945.jpg)<br>Tagging: Tyr, Mata, Jeremy, Open<br>Mentioning: Dhavali <br>Content warnings: SFW<br>Extra information: Looking for a "modern" formal dress possibly<br><br><br>"I'm sorry to hear that, Tyr," she smiles at him sadly and patted his arm. "I'm sure I will meet her another time."<br><br>Taking his offered arm, Tyr opens the door for her as they enter the shop as she sees Mata looking their way and there was another man speaking with him. Upon his question, she chuckles as she walks up to them. "Mata, this is my friend Tyr. Tyr, this is my friend Mata and who is this young man? A friend of yours that you are going shopping with as well? Also... why does he need a hat? We will be indoors for this ball most likely."<br><br>As she smiles at the human male softly as she looks around the store as one of the female attendants came up to her. "Good day, Miss, what can I help you find today?"<br><br>"Oh um... uh Nothing right now thank you. I am going to be browsing to see what you have," she blushes slightly and looks around. "Mata, maybe you can talk to&nbsp; my friend Tyr about suits then? He hasn't gotten a new one for a few hundred years or so."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Spouse Program ~The town, public day to day~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ingexthefuryhunter1</strong> on <strong>04-10-2018, 08:23:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1381.photobucket.com/albums/ah226/gary_leon_miller/mata_zpsrpcqrryk.jpg)</div>Name: Mata<br>Date and Time:&nbsp; July 29, Saturday. Evening<br>Location: Finery for all occasions<br>Wearing: Suit and tie <br>Tagging: Jeremia, Gin &amp; Tyr<br>Mentioning:<br>Content warnings: Religion <br>Extra information: None<br><br>Hearing Gin's reply Mata grins at her <strong>"because a well dressed man does not show up hat less in Armani, plus his date is of the old tradition, so I am helping him meld his young form to the older style. I was thinking a more bowler or even derby to complete his ensemble. Oh where are my manners Jeremiah this is an old friend of mine Gin this is Jeremiah. </strong><br><br>As the sales women appears Mata grins <strong> just your luck Gin, we have been waiting on a fitter for a while </strong> <br><br>As he smiles the attendant moves back towards the womens area as he finally looks at Tyr. <strong>"ah Gin always surrounds herself with us unusual people, I hope you are finding your stay here enjoyable or are you in the area for work?</strong><br><br>As Mata spoke to the man he hoped he would not need to up the insurance on the bank with one such as him in town, his father would be both proud and dismayed at this news.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Spouse Program ~The town, public day to day~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bowen</strong> on <strong>04-10-2018, 23:26:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://celebritywc.com/images/anson-mount-8.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Tyr<br><strong>Date and Time:</strong> (Upon gm official date, before the ball)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Finery for All Occasions <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Jeans and tshirt<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Gin, Mata, Jeremy, Dhavali, Open<br><strong>Mentioning:</strong> <br><strong>Content warnings:</strong> None<br><strong>Extra information:</strong> Helping Gin get some new clothes<br><hr><br>Tyr extends his hand when Gin introduces him to Mata. "Good afternoon Mata." Tyr greets the gentleman before him. "Actually neither, I live here but keep a fairly low profile. I have an import/export business. Perhaps you've seen some of the ships? Keto Shipping Lines. I usually stay out of that except for some special requests." introducing himself a bit more properly to Mata to give him some context.<br><br>He watches Gin be led off and smiles at her knowing she's a bit nervous about this.<br><br>"I suppose you'll want to measure me." he figures. "Last time I was fitted for a suit I believe I was six foot even, wieghed 210 pounds, had a 48" chest, 34" waist and 17" biceps. I don't believe I've changed much but most master tailors like to be sure when pursuing their craft." <br><br>"Is black still the shade to wear or are hues in fashion again?" he asks.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Spouse Program ~The town, public day to day~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ingexthefuryhunter1</strong> on <strong>05-10-2018, 04:43:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1381.photobucket.com/albums/ah226/gary_leon_miller/mata_zpsrpcqrryk.jpg)</div>Name: Mata<br>Date and Time:&nbsp; July 29, Saturday. Evening<br>Location: Finery for all occasions<br>Wearing: Suit and tie <br>Tagging: Jeremia, Gin &amp; Tyr<br>Mentioning:<br>Content warnings: Religion <br>Extra information: None<br><br>Taking the mans hand <strong> “ Ah it is good to meet you Tyr, an yes I have heard of Keto Shipping Lines&nbsp; it is actually a fairly large account in my bank. I am prince Mata of the central banking family. I am hear actually helping this young man pick his suit out, for you I see a more grey or tan with your complexion, is there any special alterations you need to take into consideration. </strong><br><br>As he talks Mata moves to a set of suit pants as he pulls a nice selection of grey suit pants for Tyr, <strong>”I would start with these, the tailor can hem them to your height and inseam, as to the waist it will be the same as your jeans, but given how tight you are wearing them you may want to size them one size up. </strong> <br><br>About the time he set the pants on a table near Tyr an older man in spectacles walks from the back <strong> Good day how can I help you all</strong> Mata smiles at the man <strong>” Ah it is good to see you I am hear to pick up my suit, and this young man needs a fitting for these and he will need a half day turn around on them, put it on my account, plus do you happen to know if you have a matching derby for it?</strong> <br><br>As he waited as the man took off to the back room he turned to the others, <strong> So Tyr I take it you where like me before the collapse, do you think it is better now or was it better then?</strong> 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Spouse Program ~The town, public day to day~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>06-10-2018, 03:28:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://cdn.collider.com/wp-content/image-base/Movies/P/Prince_of_Persia_Movie/jake_gyllenhaal_prince_persia_sands_time_shirtles_01.jpg)</div>Name: Jeremiah Stockton (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=283560.msg13960763#msg13960763)<br>Date and Time: TBD (when GM gives time and place of Ball. Scene will be set a couple days before.) <br>Location: Finery for All Occasions<br>Wearing: Oil stained coveralls, and boots. <br>Tagging: Mata, Gin, Tyr,&nbsp; open<br>Content warnings: Looking for a formal suit for the ball. <br><br><hr><br>Jeremiah listened with Rapt attention as Mata gave him a personal history lesson in his country. Normally One would have considered it a mere myth, but considering the company that Jeremiah was keeping. He was more inclined that it was truth than fiction. As he listened, Jeremiah felt a bit humbled and unworthy of all of Mata's efforts as he explained that he had sent the pieces of Silver back in time and beseech the Goddess, Sefkhet, blessings upon the pieces of jewelry so that Jeremiah, and Mizuki may have a blessed union. This man certainly was doing far more than Jeremiah would have for a complete stranger. "All I can say is...Thank you. Truly thank you." Jeremiah said with as much conviction as he could. <br><br>Mata was placing the Jewelry into a box to pass along to Jeremiah, and he began to say something but was distracted by the sound of the opening door and the presence of two more entering the shop. One being a beautiful young woman with red markings on her face, and the other a gruff looking older gentleman that exuded a powerful aura like Mata. Jeremiah blinked as he watched Mata greet the young woman in a familiar tone. Even going so far as to ask for her assistance in finding him a new hat. Jeremiah blinked a moment as suddenly dollar signs were spinning in his mind, and not in the good way as he suddenly remembered that he will have to PAY FOR ALL OF THIS!!!!<br><br>Jeremiah was still coherent enough that he caught the young woman's name as Gin, and the other's name as Tyr. Jeremiah would nod and bow a bit towards Gin, and Tyr. "A pleasure Ma'am, Sir." he would say to the two. Mata would go on to explain that no well dressed man would be caught dead without a hat to compliment an Armani suit. Again Dollar signs flew out the proverbial window. Perhaps he can live off Top Ramen till his next pay check? <br><br>Quickly the conversations move to Tyr's needs in selecting a new suit as apparently he was as out of touch with modern fashion as Jeremiah was out of touch with fashion in general. Not wishing to intrude as he felt he didn't have any thing worthwhile to add, Jeremiah quietly decided to take a seat and wait for a Fitter to come fetch him to make the necessary adjustments to his suit to make it look like it was made just for him. <br><br>Finding a bench close by, Jeremiah took a seat. Letting out a relieved sigh as he didn't realize how much his feet hurt from standing on hard concrete all day. He could only imagine how swollen his feet were, and how difficult it will be to get his boots off tonight when he can finally sit down for the day. Glancing at Mata, Jeremiah had to think of something to do to thank him properly for all his help. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Spouse Program ~The town, public day to day~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sye</strong> on <strong>06-10-2018, 04:33:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://cdna.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/004/665/682/large/lily-santos-kitsune.jpg?1485389148)</div>Name: Ginishi (Gin)<br>Date and Time: (Upon gm official date, before the ball)<br>Location: Finery for All Occasions<br>Wearing:Yukata (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/33/62/c6/3362c61afc096d4da64a10f9a79d4945.jpg)<br>Tagging: Tyr, Mata, Jeremy, Open<br>Mentioning:<br>Content warnings: SFW<br>Extra information: Looking for a "modern" formal dress possibly<br><br><br>Gin listened to the men chat as somehow she was still whisked away from them by another associate. She listened to them as she felt herself grow nervous and excused herself, telling them she would wait until her friends were assisted first. Bowing to them she walks back to see the young man named Jeremiah sitting.<br><br>"Hello there," she smiles at him. "I hope I am not intruding? May I sit next to you?" She asks him and takes a seat when he lives her an answer. "This ball, how do you feel about it and are you nervous?"<br><br>"Are you going to impress to attract or have you found someone? I am personally not in the program, but I will be going there to assist and to see if maybe I should join. Honestly I am not sure."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Spouse Program ~The town, public day to day~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bowen</strong> on <strong>06-10-2018, 06:37:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://celebritywc.com/images/anson-mount-8.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Tyr<br><strong>Date and Time:</strong> (Upon gm official date, before the ball)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Finery for All Occasions <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Jeans and tshirt<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Gin, Mata, Jeremy, Dhavali, Open<br><strong>Mentioning:</strong> <br><strong>Content warnings:</strong> None<br><strong>Extra information:</strong> Helping Gin get some new clothes<br><hr><br>Tyr listens politely as Mata, in turn, more fully introduces himself. "A prince." he rumbles in his deep voice. "You don't meet royalty every day." Technically, if he were being honest with himself, his parents were the rulers of Tartaros. He'd escaped them a long time ago and doubted they'd even recognize him as their son anymore. Still, it had been a very long time since he'd spoken to his grandfather. One day soon, he'd have to search out the secret ways to the shadowy realm. It held the most powerful criminals of the gods and titans...but it was his home too.<br><br>"My apologies." he says to Jeremia. "You were here first and now I'm taking up your time...and please, just call me Tyr." <br><br>He glanced back to Mata when he was handed the grey suit pants. "Why, thank you." he says liking the shade of grey but wanting to feel it against his skin. All his clothes were comfortable and fit well. There was no point in wearing something if you didn't like the feel of it. He headed off to a change room to put them on and handed his jeans over to be measured for the rest of his measurements.<br><br>He returns to Mata and is posed with a philosophical question. "It's hard to consider the Collapse without a large sense of tragedy. We lost so much of our history." he tried to get pieces of it back of course. Being able to breath underwater and control the very earth aided considerably in regaining lost treasures. "I feel it is better now. We are out in the open. Humanity has seen what happens when they continued on the road they had. It's a second chance in a cleaner world." he states.<br><br>"How about yourself?" do you like what we have built or do you miss the old days where we masqueraded as humans." Tyr asks Mata.<br><br>When the tailor is ready to take his pants he pulls out his phone. "I'd like to make a special order. If you could replicate the style of these two outfits I would greatly appreciate it. I have the guns still, I just need the fashion." he lets the elderly man know and takes a card so he knows where to send the email with the &nbsp;two (http://cdn.collider.com/wp-content/uploads/hell-on-wheels-02-anson-mount.jpg) sets of &nbsp;clothing (https://i.pinimg.com/736x/59/50/79/595079b9cc43c6de67df862c32a11c85.jpg).<br><br>When he sends them he goes over to check up on Gin. "Are you finding something to your liking?" he asks.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Spouse Program ~The town, public day to day~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>06-10-2018, 20:11:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://cdn.collider.com/wp-content/image-base/Movies/P/Prince_of_Persia_Movie/jake_gyllenhaal_prince_persia_sands_time_shirtles_01.jpg)</div>Name: Jeremiah Stockton (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=283560.msg13960763#msg13960763)<br>Date and Time: TBD (when GM gives time and place of Ball. Scene will be set a couple days before.) <br>Location: Finery for All Occasions<br>Wearing: Oil stained coveralls, and boots. <br>Tagging: Mata, Gin, Tyr,&nbsp; open<br>Content warnings: Looking for a formal suit for the ball. <br><br><hr><br>Jeremiah sat patiently as he waited for the Fitter to fetch him for any adjustments that he will need to make in order for the suit to fit properly. With Patience being a virtue, one that Jeremiah sorely lacked. Needless to say, his hand was already holding a small fidget cube. His thumb rolling the dial slowly as his middle finger moved the Joystick. His index finger playing with the steel ball bearing. His mind was thinking of his beautiful date and how amazing his experience was with her. He was finding himself anxious and eager for this "Ball" to arrive. He wondered what sort of outfit would she wear. His lower lip gnawed between his teeth. Whatever it was, he was sure she'll have him wrapped around her finger that evening. <br><br><em>Hello there...</em><br><br>Jeremiah was snapped from his musings as the soft voice was directed towards him. Turning he saw the fox woman smiling down at him as she asked if she could sit next to him. He blinked a moment before quickly standing up as was polite. "Yes, please." he would say before sitting back down himself next to her. She would ask him about the ball and if he was anxious. "Yes, I am a little. I don't know how to dance so I'll have to figure something out on that." Jeremiah admitted. Ball room dancing never really did much good on the race track, or in the garage. "But I'm looking forward to it very much." He added. As she asked if he was going to impress or if he already had a date, he blushed as a soft smile spread across his lips. "I already have a date, Ma'am. Quite a beautiful one too." He explained.<br><br>He listened as she explained that she wasn't in the program but looked to help. Seemingly indecisive on whether or not she should join. "I don't see why not. You're a very beautiful woman and seem to have a great personality. I'm sure there are loads of Men, or Women that would be beside themselves to have you as a spouse." He said to her with that warm friendly tone that many would come to know of him for. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Spouse Program ~The town, public day to day~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sye</strong> on <strong>07-10-2018, 02:12:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://cdna.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/004/665/682/large/lily-santos-kitsune.jpg?1485389148)</div>Name: Ginishi (Gin)<br>Date and Time: (Upon gm official date, before the ball)<br>Location: Finery for All Occasions<br>Wearing:Yukata (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/33/62/c6/3362c61afc096d4da64a10f9a79d4945.jpg)<br>Tagging: Tyr, Mata, Jeremy, Open<br>Mentioning:<br>Content warnings: SFW<br>Extra information: Looking for a "modern" formal dress possibly<br><br><br>Chuckling she smiles at him softly. "Thank you, but I doubt it... However big you need help with dancing, I may be able to assist you with that dilemma though I may ask for your services as payment. How good are you at landscaping? Would you be able to assist?"<br><br>"Also I don't know what I am supposed to do here. I wear traditional clothing and I am asked to try something... Modern. I don't know how I feel about that though with you three here I may get some input. Though at the same time I am afraid to know how it will look."<br><br>As they spoke a young man and woman came to them and motioned them over. <br><br>"Sir, we want you to try the suit one last time for final adjustments," the man says to Jeremiah and motions him to follow him to the dressing are.<br><br>"Ma'am, I have some ideas for you that I would like you to try so weay be able to assist you. From there we can see what style you enjoy and we tailor it from there," she smiles at Gin as she stands up and follows the woman before Tyr appears beside her.<br><br>"Oh um, maybe? She found something for me to try to gauge my tastes. How is your suit shopping?" <br><br>"Ma'am, in here and your friend can give an opinion. Your other friend is just next door to you as well."<br><br>Gin walks when the curtain in opened and sees three black bags and glances over to Tyr and hesitantly walks in. A few minutes later, they can hear her muttering to herself as the associate checked on her. Gin told her she was alright and after another few minutes there was silence.<br><br>"I refuse to come out... I feel naked..."<br><br>"Ma'am? May I see and you can show me where?"<br><br>"No..no... It's fine... I just need to change-"<br><br>"Ma'am, we all due respect, but if I am not able to see and with your associates assistance, I cannot help you to the best of my abilities."<br><br>There was a moment of silence when Ginishi muttered in Japanese about the dress before the curtain opened up slowly as her face was beat red. The young woman smiled as she looked at her in awe.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Dress</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://www.eweddinginspiration.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/05/Strapless-Gown-of-Black-And-Red-Kimono-Fabric.jpg)</div></div><br>"How do women wear this without feeling naked? My shoulders and back feels bare which I know is fashion but..." Her voice trails off as she stands before them and waits to know if she looks ridiculous or not.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Spouse Program ~The town, public day to day~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>11-10-2018, 02:50:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://cdn.collider.com/wp-content/image-base/Movies/P/Prince_of_Persia_Movie/jake_gyllenhaal_prince_persia_sands_time_shirtles_01.jpg)</div>Name: Jeremiah Stockton (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=283560.msg13960763#msg13960763)<br>Date and Time: TBD (when GM gives time and place of Ball. Scene will be set a couple days before.) <br>Location: Finery for All Occasions<br>Wearing: Oil stained coveralls, and boots. <br>Tagging: Mata, Gin, Tyr,&nbsp; open<br>Content warnings: Looking for a formal suit for the ball. <br><br><hr><br>It would appear that today was a day of good Samaritans as This fox eared woman offered to teach him how to dance. though she would request his assistance for her issue. When she asked if he was any good at landscaping, Jeremiah tilted his head curiously. "I'm not much of a gardner ma'am. My skills lay mostly with engines and mechanical issues. But I'm willing to help none the less. I just ask that you understand that my skills might be a bit limited." he said with a bit of a bashful tint to his his stubble strewn cheeks. <br><br>As she mentioned to her ignorance on what to do in the shop, Jeremiah chuckled a bit. "that goes double with me. If not for Mata's help, I would been walking out with a simple tuxedo as I though that the intended attire for the dance. He tells me it isn't." He explained. "Depending, I would imagine that it look splendidly on ya." He said warmly. He was giving off an air of friendly optimism. <br><br>As the man in charge of Men's clothing came to fetch Jeremiah for a final fitment. Jeremiah would chuckle nervously to Gin. "Wish me luck. If I'm not back in thirty minutes call the National Guard." He teased as he was dragged off to put on a suit that was much more expensive than he originally had guessed. <br><br>Jeremiah was a bit preoccupied with his own fitting to pay much attention to Gin's crisis. Only to step out a few minutes before she in a dark suit with deep green accents (https://ae01.alicdn.com/kf/HTB1kEsHIXXXXXcIXpXXq6xXFXXXs/Details-about-CUSTOM-MADE-wedding-groom-men-suits-black-tuxedo-satin-Jacket-Pants.jpg_640x640.jpg). Tugging on the sleeves where the cuff links were put. He looked so drastically different. A shave, and a trim would make the ensemble perfect. Taking a glance in the mirror, he hardly recognized himself. "Whoa. Mizuki may really like this." He mused just loud enough for people to hear him.<br><br>The outburst from Gin's dressing stall caught his attention as he went to stand next to Mata, and Tyr to see what she would come out in. When she did get coaxed out, Jeremiah's eyes grew wide at how gorgeous she looked. Even with out her hair and make up done for the dress, she was a stellar knock out. His mouth made a small "o" in surprise. Though her complaint wasn't the most glaring issue. "Um, I guess in western cultures we don't see the shoulders and neck as sexy as we would Bust, Hips, and Butts. And while I'll freely admit you're a knock out in that dress. My question is...How do you keep people from stepping on it?" He asked, seeing how the hem pooled around her so. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Spouse Program ~The town, public day to day~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Junki</strong> on <strong>15-10-2018, 04:28:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/yWh8eKZ.png?1)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Name:</strong> Sabrina Rivers, "Ms. Rivers" <br><strong>Date and Time: </strong>June 2nd <strong>||</strong> 10:10 am<br><strong>Location:</strong> Men's Royale<br><strong>Wearing: </strong> Cute Outfit!~ (https://i.imgur.com/aLdzzdF.jpg) <span style="font-size: 7pt;" class="bbc_size">((minus panties))</span><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> William Blackmoore <strong>||</strong> Captjoe<br><strong>Mentioning:</strong> Suits &amp; Colors<br><strong>Content warnings:</strong>&nbsp; <br><strong>Feeling:</strong> Content &amp; Curious<br><br><del><strong>================================================================</strong></del><br>Sabrina very much enjoyed the ride into town. She loved the warmth she found against William’s chest and shoulder. It was sweet to have him return her small gesture of affection. She closed her eyes and relaxed in his hold, calculating all that had to be done before the evening. She would have to get her date proper attire in addition to a small wardrobe. If she planned to have him over more- she wanted to be sure he had what he needed to be comfortable. She also needed to pick out a gown for herself. Though she owned more gowns than one could fathom- she felt like something new today. She wanted William’s input too. She wanted to see his expression the moment she slipped on the one. <br><br>As she rest against him, she smiled to herself at the thought of his face lighting up like a kid at Christmas. She asked herself, why was it so important that she made such an impression. It wasn’t a question that he already enjoyed her company. But there was something fun about pleasing him. Surprising him and teasing him. She had been with other men before, but never did she try to impress them to this degree. Was it because of the Spouse Program? Did she feel inclined to make it work? It wasn’t like he was the only fish in the sea. But she had met him before. And there was chemistry then, just as there was now. Perhaps she was overthinking it. They had just spent one night together. One very memorable night. Nothing was in stone. Their fates weren’t sealed. Maybe something would come out of it. But if it didn’t… Well Sabrina decided to put her thoughts aside. <br><br>Their ride into town was coming to an end as they pulled into the parking lot to Men’s Royale. It was a men’s clothing store that had the best clothing lines. No doubt would they be able to find most of what they needed. As the car came to a stop, Sabrina pulled away from Will, straightening up. She smiled softly as she caught his gaze. <strong>“I think I could literally spend the day in your arms.”</strong> Just then the driver, opened her side of the door first. She scooted out gracefully, once again, making sure that her skirt stayed in place as she got out. She waited for Will before taking hold of his arm and walking inside. <br><br>As soon as they stepped inside, they were welcomed with a warm greeting and the smell of leather and cologne. It wasn’t too overwhelming, but it definitely gave what the store was about away. Sabrina breathed in deeply, finding the atmosphere relaxing. <strong>“Ready to get started?”</strong> she tried to encourage. She guided him over to array of suits. After all, the perfect suit was top priority. At least to her. The idea of him dressed up, made her excited. Perhaps it wasn’t the wisest idea to go commando so early in their trip. <br><br><strong>“Let me know if you see something that catches your eye. Or if you want an opinion… Once we get some to try on, they can get your measurements and make sure it will fit just right for this evening,”</strong> she informed. She browsed too, looking at all the options they had. She felt some of the suits- appreciating the finer materials used. Not only were they more stylish- but also she knew he’d be even easier to hold onto. Seeing some of the suits displayed by mannequins, she was able to get a better visual. And with it, more excitement. <strong>“He is going to look so handsome…”</strong> she mused softly to herself as she straightened one of the ties on the mannequin, smoothing it out with her hand. She turned to see if William found anything, moving next to his side. <strong>“So what’s your favorite color? Or what color are you feeling today?”</strong> she curiously asked. Perhaps it would give her some ideas on to incorporate a little color in his ensemble. And perhaps give her some ideas on what color and style of dress she would be in the market for later. <br></span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Spouse Program ~The town, public day to day~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Captjoe</strong> on <strong>15-10-2018, 18:39:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://content2.latest-hairstyles.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/10/dark-neutral-brown.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> William Blackmoore<br><strong>Date and Time:</strong> June 3rd, 10:30am<br><strong>Location:</strong> Men's Royale<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> The previous night's outfit, minus a few buttons<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Sabrina Rivers/ Junki<br><strong>Mentioning:</strong> None<br><strong>Content warnings:</strong> N/A<br><strong>Extra information:</strong> None<br><strong>Feeling:</strong> Anxious and a little excited<br><br>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br><br>The entire ride into town Will just couldn't shake off the feeling that this couldn't be real. There was no way that some nobody human would have actually ended up in a spot like this. And yet here he was. Not only riding into town with the most beautiful woman in the city, but having her in his arms. And judging by her look she seemed to be enjoying being in his hold. He wondered if he had just gotten incredibly lucky over the past few days, or if there was some higher power that was playing a joke on him. He pushed those thoughts from his head though as the car finally came to a stop. He almost cursed when it had. He had been really enjoying the warmth of having her in his arms. And she had enjoyed it to, as her admittance of such had once again surprised her companion into silence.<br><br>Once again he felt her slip her arm through his and he fought down the urge to move his arm around her waist. He was pretty sure she wouldn't mind in the slightest, but just seeing the outside of the store they were walking into made him doubt that it would have been proper of him. He'd known of Men's Royale for a while. It was one of the better locations in the city to find yourself a good suit. Will had walked by it a few times, but just seeing some of the price tags they had set out made him flinch before. They promised top quality, and from the looks of their prices they meant it too. Even some of their cheaper suits would set him back at least a month in paychecks. And that's not even considering the upkeep that would be needed to keep them all in presentable fashion.<br><br>Once inside he tried his best not to look dumbfounded. Never had he thought that he'd find himself in a place like this. Just looking over some of the suits they had around made him a little self conscious about his own attire. Sure, the pin holding his shirt together was more of a reminder about the previous nights events, but even without it he still felt out of place. Which brought him to another thought. How was he going to play for all of this? He made enough to pay his rent and not go hungry, but he wouldn't be able to pay for even a pair of shoes from here! Let alone a whole suit! He swallowed just a little before his companion pulled him from his thoughts by pulling him deeper into the store. <strong>"Oh um... well I've always been fond of purple. But I doubt that would make for a good suit..."</strong> He said.<br><br>Fuck, he didn't know what he was looking for! It had taken him a while to even put together the stuff he had on at the moment! He took a deep breath to try and steady himself. At least his... date? companion? was here to help. She seemed far more accustomed to this than he was. He followed behind her, trying to look over all of the options available to him. Though the various styles were labeled, they didn't seem to look any different to him. He tried his best to stay focused. <strong>"I think red would match how I've been feeling today..."</strong> He said, teasing just a little. It helped him take off some of his nervousness at least. And he hoped she'd laugh at his little joke. Once again he felt the urge to move his arm around her waist, if only to give him something of an anchor to help him focus.<br><br>It took him a few minutes of searching to find even one that he thought might look good. Though he still wasn't too sure about what exactly he was supposed to be looking for. He stopped in front of one that had caught his eye before motioning towards his companion. <strong>"I like the looks of this (http://nextluxury.com/wp-content/uploads/aesthetic-navy-blue-suit-style-ideas-for-men-with-grey-vest-and-polka-dot-tie.jpg) one."</strong> He said, turning his attention towards her. This time he didn't stop himself from moving his arm around her waist. As weird as it sounded, this was all still very new to him. And having the familiar smell of her perfume and the feeling of her with him did help ground him a little. <strong>"What do you think? Too much? Not enough? Not a good color?"</strong> He said, his attention going back towards the suit. <strong>"I'll admit, I'm still pretty new to this whole thing... so I'm not too sure about what I should be looking for."</strong>
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