[Journal Post & Closed Events Post]

[dreammoonchild]

Okay, I think I'm getting to the point where I need sleep, and there's a bit too many pills and energy drinks at my computer here in my house, but I feel like if I sleep at this point, I'm letting that mangey furball win if I sleep.

... That's toxic behavior, isn't it?

Closed Events

::The following is a series of somewhat connected events bundled in one place because I don't feel like drowning people with three event posts.::

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Tangent 1: A Late Night

[dreammoonchild]

::Ashley is sitting with a group of computers at her desk station. One is a demonic laptop that looks like it's made of cybernetic flesh, with fangs and eyes.

Another is an overly futuristic sleek thing that looks like it came from the dreams of an Apple executive who dreamed of neon glow lines.

A third looks like a strange digitalized grimoire with glowing crystals here and there.

Fourthly she has an expensive high end desk top computer.

And all four of these things are plugged into what seems to be a plump 'penguin'. With demonic horns. Flippers with claws. And the strangest legs. It makes a penguin-y... 'quack', every so often.

Ashley herself lays at the desk in a nice expensive office chair covered in pink leopard print. Groggy, looking for something on the screens of her computers...::

Re: Tangent 1: A Late Night

[wherethemiceare]

::A girl covering herself in a pink blanket with white bunnies on it walks up to you, Ash.::

No luck, I take it?

Re: Tangent 1: A Late Night

[dreammoonchild]

::Sitting up, a bit sore.::

No. And you should be in bed.

Re: Tangent 1: A Late Night

[dreammoonchild]

I know, but I got tired of being tired, and watching puppet shows and then the romance novels you bought me got boring, and well... One thing led to another.... so...

Re: Tangent 1: A Late Night

[dreammoonchild]

Fiiiiinnneeeee, you can hang around for a bit.

::Gets up, hearing her knees click.::

Ugh. Been sitting too long.

::She goes to grab another office chair, and rolls it over.::

You sit while I stand for a bit.

Re: Tangent 1: A Late Night

[wherethemiceare]

::Plops into the extra chair.::

So no luck, Ash?

Re: Tangent 1: A Late Night

[dreammoonchild]

::Arms on the backrest of her chair.::

As I said, nope. Basically I keep running scenarios. A single 'card' or 'essence' won't be able to hold the three of us together. The amount of essences, parts and energy we're pumping together uh.

Keeping it simple, we basically go off like a nuke, maybe with cute pink glitter and sparkles.

Tangent 2: Brunch

[dreammoonchild]

::Ashley groans as she enters the private outdoor restaurant's walled garden walking up to three women.

One is a woman who seems like she's lived quite a long time, and yet looks like she's vaguely in her 20's, but it could be good lighting and posture. She's wearing a very nice if somewhat 'fun' dress.

Another is a young 20 something woman wearing glasses, with long pink hair, exasperated.

The third is a highly professional brunette in a business suit. Definitely the most physically oldest of the four here.::

Re: Tangent 2: Brunch

[the8thmonarch]

::The brunette sighs with annoyance.::

You're late, dear.

Re: Tangent 2: Brunch

[dreammoonchild]

Class held me up, as my teacher thought I was too much of a dumbass for being a Gyaru, and tried to give him remedial information. Friggin' Christ.

Re: Tangent 2: Brunch

[the8thmonarch]

I'll make phone calls if you want. Tsurugi, hand my niece her copy of the Black Dossier cliff notes.

::Tapping a manicured nail gently against a napkin.::

Re: Tangent 2: Brunch

[sword_of_dracoheart]

Yes, ma'am.

::Pulls out one of a bag and hands it off.::

I believe you know most about this, Ms. Wakahisa, since you're a key architect, but.

Re: Tangent 2: Brunch

[dreammoonchild]

Yeah yeah, procedural brunch meeting going over everything.

::Seating herself.::

And nah, Auntie M, I'm fine. Girl's got to fight her own battles and tough it out and that shit.

Tangent 3: Business

[dreammoonchild]

::Ashley waits, on a rooftop of a building. Wearing a jacket and sunglasses, carrying a briefcase.

Late at night with a full moon overhead. Her pigtails flap and bounce in the wind.::

Re: Tangent 3: Business

[frightfulfusion]

::Lands on part of the roof top.::

Playing this up, rich lady?

::Definitely miffed.::

I'm glad you can laugh this up.

Re: Tangent 3: Business

[dreammoonchild]

Not trying to laugh anything up.

::Sighs.::

Just trying to avoid too much attention and recognition.

::Setting the briefcase on barrels to open it on.::

Re: Tangent 3: Business

[frightfulfusion]

Uh huh.

::Walking over with a secured envelope, he's taken out of his jacket.::

Re: Tangent 3: Business

[dreammoonchild]

::Opens the briefcase. Shows the unmarked bills.::

That should do, right?

::Lifting stacks out to show, yes, it goes to the bottom. Looks at you awkwardly.::

Re: Tangent 3: Business

[frightfulfusion]

::He just keeps silently going 'How are you THIS bad at this'.::

Yes.

::Hands over the envelope.::

Tangent 4: Going Home

[dreammoonchild]

::Just after Tangent 3, Ashley walks out on the street sidewalk, heels clicking. She passes by a locked and badly managed fence to a road? Lot? That looks like it's seen better days.::

Re: Tangent 4: Going Home

[failsfromthecrypt]

::A cat grins.::

Re: Tangent 4: Going Home

[dreammoonchild]

...

::It couldn't be. She pauses, creaking slowly to see if the cat's real. 'My meds can't be wearing off already...' she thinks to herself.::

Re: Tangent 4: Going Home

[failsfromthecrypt]

You must be awfully tired after today. Let's go home and sleep, Somnia.

Re: Tangent 4: Going Home

[dreammoonchild]

You don't get to call me that, you little Troll!

::Leaping at Bohr.::

Re: Tangent 4: Going Home

[failsfromthecrypt]

We're going to have so much fun, my dear.

So very very soon~

::Before Ashley can grab him, he wraps into himself popping out of existence.::