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ACTION, OTA: Aphrodite's Love Matching & Arcade
[ Emerald is making no effort to hide herself. She never got a criminal record in Genessia or any of its cities. There's no evidence to prove she did, so even if she'd been on the bad peoples' side at home, there was nothing anyone could do as long as she kept her nose clean. (Or at least prevented anyone from seeing her get it dirty.) In order to keep up the image, she had taken over as matchmaker at Aphrodite's.
That hadn't lasted long before all of the lovesick morons had made her want to lose her lunch, so she was making an amendment to the allowances to come visit her in the "Love Matching office." Namely, the door was kept locked unless someone submitted a filled out contract of Emerald's own making.
She was fairly certain that would keep out anyone who wasn't serious, and anyone who was serious deserved her intentionally terrible matchmaking skills. Try and catch her while she's filling the little tray outside of the door with blank copies? Or perhaps you're going to try to get her to unlock the door? ]
TEXT, Mercury
Save me from this awful place. I'm dying. This was the worst idea I've ever had.
TEXT, OTA
These phones are terrible. Who only loads up a phone with Candy Crush and doesn't give us anything else to do? What's the point of having these things if they're just wasting pocket space most of the day?
If anyone here is holding back on app-making skills, shame on you.
[ Emerald is making no effort to hide herself. She never got a criminal record in Genessia or any of its cities. There's no evidence to prove she did, so even if she'd been on the bad peoples' side at home, there was nothing anyone could do as long as she kept her nose clean. (Or at least prevented anyone from seeing her get it dirty.) In order to keep up the image, she had taken over as matchmaker at Aphrodite's.
That hadn't lasted long before all of the lovesick morons had made her want to lose her lunch, so she was making an amendment to the allowances to come visit her in the "Love Matching office." Namely, the door was kept locked unless someone submitted a filled out contract of Emerald's own making.
She was fairly certain that would keep out anyone who wasn't serious, and anyone who was serious deserved her intentionally terrible matchmaking skills. Try and catch her while she's filling the little tray outside of the door with blank copies? Or perhaps you're going to try to get her to unlock the door? ]
TEXT, Mercury
Save me from this awful place. I'm dying. This was the worst idea I've ever had.
TEXT, OTA
These phones are terrible. Who only loads up a phone with Candy Crush and doesn't give us anything else to do? What's the point of having these things if they're just wasting pocket space most of the day?
If anyone here is holding back on app-making skills, shame on you.
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....but it does sound like a horrible idea.]
Five different options? [that's really a lot. HE'S SUDDENLY THINKING THIS ISN'T GOOD.]
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[ Implying she's gotten the right one much sooner than that. Ahaha. ]
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ludger shifted his weight from one leg to the other, still thinking.]
Would you ever do something like this? Sign yourself up, I mean. [he's actually just curious.]
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Well, I can't. That'd be unethical to put myself in the pool.
[ Like she cares about that. But it certainly sounds like she does. ]
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[HE BELIEVES IT.] Can I get to see who else is in the pool?
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[no. nope. this feels weird.] Sorry. [he hands the paper back to her.]
I'll have to decline.
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I guess I'm just not that interested in dating right now.
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