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Important things to know about Dreamer's Candies:

• It smells really, really, really sweet in there. Like, nearly sickeningly.
• The Dreamer family is not present ( you won't see them yet ).
• The candy store has three floors. The third floor has a secured gate protecting it's stairway.
• There's basically every kind of realistic candy you could imagine. This isn't Willy Wonka's though, so don't throw in crazy experimental candy, please.
• Trolley man is named Carman, if anyone wants to interact with him and get to know that. He's ever-enthusiastic and phrases things kind of weirdly. I'd avoid interacting with him if you don't think you can peg him correctly.
• The floors (levels, whatever you want to call them) aren't extremely wide, but they're long. The building is kind of in the shape of a jelly roll cake. Round, long.
• There is no one else there but you guys.
• Don't do anything ridiculous or godmod something crazy into happening. Just be cool, look around, get some candy -- if you want. Carman insists that the candy will be free, so don't worry.
• I'll be at work tomorrow and unless I got off early, I'll be back sometime after 3PM PST. So until then, chill and hang out. We'll do more in-depth exploring when I'm back.

『WEATHER』 FOGGY 53°! ✖『DATE & TIME』 6/18/2013 - 12:43PM ✖『DAY』 04​

xxxCane was really, really rude, but Noëlle kind of liked her -- kind of. She had an interesting personality, at least. That's why she wasn't too offended with being asked to leave. Without a word of complaint, she stood and made her way back upstairs. Her clothes were feeling a bit less damp now, but they were still uncomfortable. She regretted not asking the temperamental Cane if there was some kind of dryer, last night.

------ time skip idrk how to go about dis that's a lot of ****ing time ------

The gather-her-belongings mission didn't last too long, since she only had her bag. When she made it back downstairs with the heavy, damp thing swung over her good shoulder, she plopped the room key on the counter and stepped outside into the cool, foggy air.


A somewhat harsh breeze stung at her stocking covered thighs and made her sigh out. It was supposed to be summer, but a nice cup of hot chocolate would be excellent.

She hadn't been in the best of moods lately, but she was beginning to crave social interaction, and she was eager to speak with Bryan. Too much time alone and too many thoughts running through her mind hadn't been good for her. She was growing a bit cynical ...

When the pale orange and pink trolley arrived, she entered alone, placing her bag on the seat beside her -- reserving it. She had never been on a trolley before. It was a bit childish, but it seemed like a lot of fun, and she wanted to sit by Bryan during it. The guy driving the thing was a cherry-cheeked fellow with moss green eyes and dimples. He welcomed them all inside cheerfully, and took off as soon as everyone was inside (with Bryan placed beside her. Squee, and whatnot.)

❝Say, children, we have a bit of time before your train arrives. Want to take a tour?❞

She stayed quiet, but the rest of them pretty much agreed to exploring Bentley. She couldn't be so ... eager. Not after the other day.

❝Let's see ... Tourist friendly areas ... Ohoho!! The candy store, how about! Yeah!❞

He didn't really wait for their reply, before he was was turning down a loosely paved street and deeper into the fog. Noëlle wondered how he could possibly see, and why there were so few cars. Every few minutes they were stopping for a pedestrian or slowing down for a small group of people. It made her feel a bit sick, and a little nervous, so she subconsciously clutched the sleeve of Bryan's shirt, taking long, shallow breaths.

They drove for maybe fifteen minutes, excluding the stopping and going, before they stopped in front of a circular structure. Bright, shiny, glass-looking letters curved on top if the building spelling 'DREAMER'S CANDIES!' The air smelled of warm sugar and bubblegum, and a music-box like tinkering played from two mega-phone shaped speakers.

❝I'm good, good, good friends with the family who owns this place -- 'The Dreamers', they call themselves, so I am fantastically positive I can work out a way to get you guys some free snacks for the road! Come on kids!❞ The man got out of the trolley, and literally danced his way to the automatic doors of Dreamer's Candies.

Tentatively, Noëlle followed ...

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Hey, do you have a Skype? 8) Cupid's Brew has a group chat on there where I update and we bond and talk and stuff, and I'd like to add you to it,...

CHOICE #2 VER. 2 ​

『WEATHER』 FOGGY 52°! ✖『DATE & TIME』 6/18/2013 - 10:23AM ✖『DAY』 04​

❝He was just kinda . . . there. Do you know why he's in front of your door?❞

Noëlle shook her head back and forth, watching as Bryan poked Quentin's shoulder and smiling a little. He stayed there, hunched down in front of him, but looked back to her.

❝HI - I . . . I wanted to talk to you today. Here's probably not a good place, though . . . I think I saw some benches in the garden. There, in a little bit? You must be hungry, so you should definitely get something to eat downstairs.❞

He wanted to talk to her? ... It took all of her willpower not to make her surprise and joy evident on her face. Instead, she put full focus towards Quentin's rousing voice.

❝Hu - What? Oh. Oooh. Good morning . . . Noëlle, and you are . . . ?❞

❝Good morning, Quentin!❞ she replied, still a bit jubilantly.

She listened to their interaction patiently, cheeks flushing at the mention of his worry. Well, it wasn't too far off ... A lot had happened ... Then her thoughts drifted somewhere and she turned back towards the doorway, leaning against the wall and staring off of the side of the staircase before them. Her stomach rumbled.

❝Meet me there after you eat?❞

She turned back towards her brother with a nod and a smile. Before she could confirm verbally, Maria appeared, asking what was going on. Bryan answered before she could and she let the conversation play on, letting Quentin know she would be alright, and skipping down to the breakfast room.

She quickly sat and made a plate, letting her mind wander again in an attempt to suppress the giddiness Bryan had caused.

Man ... It had been so long since anyone confessed to her, and she had been so distracted with her pathetic attempts to blur the lines of 'sibling-ship', with Bryan that the thought of others -- Quentin, Maria -- having some kind of interest in her made her feel normal, less like an incestuous freak of nature.

Ack ...

The food was good and reminded her of holidays at home. Before she could finish it though, the slightly-grating voice of last night rang out over the sound of a hand bell.

Cane stepped into the breakfast room with a cigarette tucked being her ear. Two long, spiraling curls of her dark hair swayed free, while the rest was braided down her back. Noëlle wondered it if was real.

She wore brown boots laced up to her knees, a long, billowing black skirt, and an off-white corset.

Inappropriate.

❝Good mornin', kiddos. It's about time you get the hell out of my Inn. You got lucky with Patrick ... the rest Bentley ain't so friendly. If I had found you all bobbin' about in the ocean ... Well, in any case, I've been told to send you back home to ... Candlewood, was it, on the train.❞ She paused, a smile spreading her lips and her eyes glimmering like diamond daggers. ❝Don't worry about the tickets, not that a bunch of freeloaders like you would botha'.❞

Without making sure they were all done, Cane slapped the hand-bell down on the table and started to gather the dishes.

❝There are two scheduled trains that'll take you deadbeats home. ... What are you waiting for? Go gather yer shit and go!❞

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Please look at the dates before you ask to join a role play. If it's really old and inactive, but unlocked, the same rule applies. Feel free to ask me to lock something that you find that old.

Thnx.

『WEATHER』 FOGGY 52°! ✖『DATE & TIME』 6/18/2013 - 10:23AM ✖『DAY』 04​

Her body jumped with a sudden jolt, and she was thrown out of sleep and into awareness, gasping. Nausea swept over her, and her hands trembled, which seemed like a normal thing lately. Her entire body was sticky and clammy, and she realized that she had fallen asleep in her soaked clothes. Thick strands of hair sparkled with the salt from the sea, and her throat felt dry, eyes burning.

Slowly, her palms flattened against the top blanket of the bed and she pulled herself into a sitting position. Her knees ached and her skin felt scratchy and agitated. Memories of last night came back one by one, and she fell deeper and deeper into melancholy with each one. Her eyes drifted to the window, past the blinds, and took in the thick fog. The sight only cemented her mood, and without further delay, she draped her legs over the edge of the bed, grabbed some clothes from her bed and making her way to the bathroom and past a burned out candle that smelled of honey and vanilla.

For a moment, with the cute pastel shower curtain and the wide variety of potent soaps, shampoos, and lotions to choose from, she forgot where she was. The water was soothing on her tired, aching muscles and her hair felt much lighter after a vigorous washing (though the color was darkening).

A prolonged look in the mirror prompted her to smile, just for practice. Her eyes felt heavy, and there were small bags beneath them -- but nothing to too bad. Right now, she just had to focus on staying positive and finding something to eat.

Finally, she left the steamy bathroom wearing something new (it was wet, too). Her hair, now a messy gradient of brunette (at the roots) and pink, lay piled on top of her head with a black scrunchy.

Quickly, she grabbed her room key and shoved it into her pocket, kicking her bag safely under her bed and ignoring the bottle of Proenzen, though her head hurt a bit and her shoulder throbbed uncomfortably. Her body shivered with the thought of that ... doctor, and reminded her of how urgent a thing it was to get out of Bentley.

Knock, knock.

She was already standing in front of the door. Her shoulders tensed and she took a deep breath, searching for the glimmer of enthusiasm she had gathered before, in the bathroom, before opening it.

Noëlle noticed Bryan first, and then -- as she stepped further out of the doorway -- Quentin.

Her lips pressed together in thought, and then parted. It took her a moment to gather her thoughts and settle her confusion.

❝Good morning, Bryan ...❞ She greeted, clearly a bit distracted. ❝Is ... err ... he okay?❞

Her fingers motioned towards the unconscious Quentin.

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Accepted.

Accepted.
Could you please elaborate on what you don't understand about how the Cupid's Brew works, so I can help?
Also, there's a limit of how many people can have 'no romantic interest', since that's a bit of the point ... If you don't want to choose yourself, I'll pick for you. Crushes can change during the course of things.

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I'll let you both know when to introduce your characters.

Glad you've suggested this, I've been meaning to bring it up, too. I think it's a neat feature and I can see myself putting it to good use. It would save me some trouble of constantly having to search my name up to see who's addressing me, as well. Anyone who abuses it will be punished, and if it's widely abused -- like [you], it can be removed. Ain't no thang, in my honest opinion.

I think part of the reason [you] was so hectic was because it was entirely confusing, lol.

Anyway, +1 support.