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un: astrolabos | text

[astrolabium]

Miss Ishmael, I have something to discuss with you.

@hearse

[wheft]

Yeah? What is it?

[astrolabium]

It is regarding your horoscope for the 28th.

un: cornhater420 ( text )

[orokapi]

[ surprise ]

hey ishie i got a question

on that island you were living on did they ever try drilling for oil?

[wheft]

[ this jumpscare ]

Where did this come from?

[orokapi]

i'm just curious
and bored
so i thought i'd strike a conversation with a question
:)

text. @tatsuya

[memori3s]

Ishmael.

Your floor might have giant bugs. They're venomous.

[ He's uncovered so much lore in the past 2 weeks... ]

Be careful.

[ Imagine getting told to watch out by a 17yo. ]

[wheft]

[ ... the fuck.

ehh, giant bugs are the least of her problems. gregor is here, after all.

she's just going to put this to read. sorry minato, but don't waste her time. ]

un: astrolabos | text | truth or dare event

[astrolabium]

( continued from here! )

Oh, a familiar username. I can practically hear your tone, you know.

Dare.

[wheft]

Hmm.

Write a love poem and read it out loud to me.

un: cornhater420 ( text )

[orokapi]

heyyyyy

you busy?
wanna see the ocean?

[wheft]

Ocean? Where??

delivery

[wincon]

[ damn look at that... the birthday girl must be out. well he'll just cram the delivery into any available crevice around her door then. when she comes back, she'll find a small, now-crinkled, gift-wrapped packet waiting for her, inside of which is a neatly-folded scarf. there's no indication of sender, but if she's determined enough, she could probably hunt down the store by tags, where a clerk will remember helping a measly, hopeless rank 4. ]

[wheft]

[ oh, that's interesting. even if ishmael sought out the store and asked the clerks there for any information about the mysterious gift-giver, a couple of rank 4s come to mind.

all in all, she wasn't expecting a gift today, let alone from someone who prefers to stay anonymous. it's... an all-too sweet gesture that she can never repay in kind until she finds out who this is from.

for now... well. a couple of days after her birthday, tomura might see her around the hallways with her hair tied up in a ponytail with said scarf, looking more cheerful than usual. it may not be her signature headband, but it's the thought that counts. ]

delivery | @reira

[dilettante]

( on the morning of her birthday, outside of her suite was a big pink box delivered by one of the staff members who found themselves wrapped up in being a part of reira's entourage. ever since nami taught her that little trick, she'd been using her status [and lies about how much it turned her own to have an entourage] to the fullest.

on the box was a little card in impeccable penmanship that bore the words 'happy birthday' on the front. whether reira wrote it or she got one of the staff members to do it was a mystery, but she'd hope when ishmael picked it up and read it, she visualized a little reira in a bubble above her, reading it off in that high-pitched and spoiled sounding voice of hers.

Dear Ishmael,

Happy Birthday to you. I hope this gift will help you on your journey of looking even more cute than you already are. a proper lady should always have something cute to wear and adorn when a 'certain' moment strikes. I know not everyone enjoys what this resort expects of all of us, but every deserves to wear something that empowers them.

I hope you enjoy this gift. P.s. it's brand new and hasn't been worn or used by me.

inside the box was a sexy nurse outfit with a bat theme. short and far too revealing, reira was sure she'd appreciate a real gift and not just something to enable sex. so inside the box as well was a set of pocky boxes that she purchased with texas, knowing they were safe and aphro-free. )

[wheft]

[ it's true, ishmael did read the flowery note with layla's girly voice in mind. at first she thought that someone had delivered this fancy ass giftbox by mistake, but that sure is her name on the letter so there's just no denying it.

the gift in question is even more perplexing? but it's very layla-ish of her to gift a sexy outfit, isn't it. ishmael holds up the sexy nurse outfit, trying to envision herself in it and just... blanking out because whoa this is just too provocative even for her.

and that brings a small smile to her face.

she'll tell layla thank you in person later, whenever she catches her around. for now, it's pocky time. ]

un: scam; text

[lieabilities]

Have you heard the story about the ghost that steals doors?

[wheft]

The what

Action | Late December Delivery

[edelstein]

[The new scented products they had spoken about? Ishmael gets this batch free of charge. They'll be tied together with ribbons and a note saying:]

The ribbons you can use in your hair, if you like. Keep them in long enough and they might just even store a bit of magical energy for you. Enjoy!

[The gift tag isn't signed, but it does come with a scribbled mascot drawing. The gift is left ding-dong-ditch style, so it may be a sudden surprise.]

[wheft]

[ oh, what a nice gesture! ishmael can now afford rin's products with her change in rank, but this is a nice christmas treat nonetheless.

although, magical energy...? but she doesn't even use magic...... oh well. they're still cute. rin might actually see her around the hotel with those ribbons on her hair on some days too as she starts shopping around for gifts 👁️ ]

Delivery; December 25th

[lieabilities]

[ A slightly slimy box sits outside Ish's door whenever she opens it; inside is a little orange octo plush doll, as promised, and a note. And... that's it? ]

I believe I owed you this.

Oh yes, and this is for the holidays.

- Kleken

[ Except if she ever squeezes the doll, or examines it too closely, she'll notice there's an extra ninth tentacle curled under the doll. Pulling on a loose seam causes the tentacle to fall off and reveals a simple ring. ]

paper card

[paperpusher]

[On the morning of the first, a homemade postcard on high quality paper slides itself under Ishmael's door. On the front is a piece of highly stylized calligraphy. On the back, in more standard but still extremely nice handwriting:]

Happy New Year!

Thank you for all your support last year. I look forward to working together again in the future. Wishing you good health.

Natori

[greatestworks]

[ Special delivery! Someone has delivered a small, red box tied shut with a red ribbon to Ishmael's door.

Inside, wrapped in gold tissue, are four heart-shaped chocolates. The bottom layer are a sweet, cinnamon-scented cookie, coated in dark chocolate, with a sticky apricot compote poured into the center of the heart on top of the chocolate. One of them is a little runnier than the other, and the tissue has stuck to the compote, but it's the thought that counts!

The inside of the box's lid reads: On this Valentine festival, I hope that this gift lightens your heart. -Phainon ]

(Continuation of the Phone Sex game)

[greatestworks]

[ From here. ]

That’s good! Haha, [ he laughs softly, more indulgent than anything else. ] That means it’s working.

[ His pale brows furrow. Working… but not in the way he’s supposed to be.

He glances, with the knot of worry tightening in his chest, at his Watch, at the script provided him. It’s ridiculous, of course, but this effort to help her relax will be for nothing if his failure to play the game properly throws them into a suit flare.

Which… it wouldn’t, but he doesn’t know that; Phainon only knows the last few times he messed up, refused to play or thought he could fight his way through, the resultant suit flare caused him and others no end of trouble.

He doesn’t doubt her strength or her resolve, but… she strikes him as someone who carries on her burdens alone. He doesn’t want to add to them. ]

…If I was there with you now, [ he hazards, carefully, lowly, ] I would have my hands on your shoulders, kneading out the stiffness there. You could even lean back on me, if you’d like.

Would you like that?

[wheft]

[ oh, she'd like that a lot. she may not be able to completely lean on phainon in a more emotional way yet, but the more he coos into her ear, the more tempting it is to just... let him take care of everything from now on. she's seen his hands, you know. just thinking about his big and capable hands massage her back has her humming contentedly. ]

Yeah... I'd really like that.

[ a little too much, actually. ]

You could go a little lower, actually. I'm a little sensitive down there though, so... be careful.

[ or not. up to him how he'd interpret this. ]