Your OC Gives Advice To The OC Above!

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          "A better cook, huh?" Rosemary was quiet for several moments. She had done enough cooking in her life -- her mother liked to insist on her helping out with home-cooked meals. And yet still, she worked around food. But, what could she offer?

         Tapping her bottom lip, she rolled over James' question a few times before offering a simple shrug and response. "I think it's a lot easier if you take something like a home economics class like I did, but are those even taught in schools anymore? And there are cookbooks, but you'd need all the ingredients, and you'd have to follow the recipes to a T, and even then there's some weird words like... poaching and..."

         "..How about I show you myself?" she then offered, her eyes brightening, "I think I'm an okay cook! Maybe something real simple like a roast chicken? It'd probably be good for you, too. Firefighters need all that protein and stuff, right?"

v "Have you ever played The Sims 2? I think I'm kind of bored with the usual family gameplay and all that, but I don't know what to do! Do you have any ideas what I could do in the game, or should I just give it a break..?"

Claim! This sounds fun <3

For funsies I want to do two characters with very opposite reactions, np don’t feel like you also have to respond to me with two characters! This is simply just me being different hdjdksososoos

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“T-the sims 2? Wow, you-you must really have played this game left and right if you-you c-call it boring now! I would s-say to maybe spruce things up? I heard people are selling dlc packs on mecari, take some time to explore more than j-j-just the b-base game, haha! Maybe you could create a plant sim family, o-or do some cool things with the pets in the pets pack! I even heard they’ve got some supernatural packs if you like monsters! Too bad the werewolves don’t look very wolf-like :(“

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Reece’s response

“Fuck the regular gameplay. No more normal families, instead kill off those damn pixelated beings one by one by y’know, letting them get stuck in a pool or giving them cheap ass stoves that always light their houses on fire. Oh, and don’t forget the classic removing the fridge. They love that shit. Max would probably sob his eyes out if he knew what I did to his sims family when he was away, but since I have a soft spot for the guy I of course didn’t save the mess I had made, so his little sims family is safe”

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“S-so, I should ask, how do you… ask someone out? I’m… curious.” (From Max, Reece doesn’t ask for advice lol)

"I suppose it depends on the person you're asking out, but that's a rather lousy answer. I'm speaking a little bit from my experience of when I first asked out my lover, but if the person you're interested in is more reserved and pliant, you may want to be more patient with them, and not come off as too direct. In other words, if you think that they may accept your confession, but they really don't want to, you probably don't want that. You should probably emphasize to them that their choice should be honest, and they must think it over with as much time as they need.

However, if your love interest is the opposite of that, then you wouldn't have to worry about them not being honest. But, once again, you shouldn't pressure them, either. What I think is most important, though, is that you should be prepared for all outcomes. Being accepted by them is obviously more favorable, but people tend to think about being rejected more than being accepted. The fear of being rejected may be hard, but you must accept that it could happen, and furthermore, you must think of what to do after rejection, too. Of course, don't overthink it too hard. You shouldn't give up on telling them your true feelings."

v "I'm seeing a decline in activity at my cabaret club... do you have any proposals of some promotions or events I could possibly consider to boost the customer turnout?"

Nikolai rubs his chin thoughtfully, eyes darting up and to the left as he mulls over the question in his mind. There were a lot of ways to draw people in, but in the end it always required a pinch of luck. At least that's what he'd found in his own career.

"So, not sure if you're already doing this and if so, my bad but," Niko rests with his hands behind his head as he leans back in his chair. "Everyone loves free stuff, that's a surefire way to get people in and they're likely to tell their friends about said free stuff too. That, and discounts. You probably already do happy hour but I dunno, maybe expand your offerings? There's also themed nights, a loyalty program, and social media stuff you could give a shot like a collab or contests. Wish you the best of luck, this stuff ain't always easy."

"Okay, so this is going to sound bad but-" Niko stops, rubbing the back of his neck with his lips twisted into a slight grimace. "So there's this girl I'm into...and. Her tinder bio said she was in her early twenties and I'm over fourty so that's pretty damn young for me. The thing is I know she's definitely not that young, how do I let her know it's okay for her to be honest about her age with me? She's super cute, and I'd like to get to know her better, I'm guessing she's at least thirty but I have a feeling telling a girl that I think she's older than she says won't be taken super great."

Michael thinks about that, tilting his head up until he's staring at the ceiling. His problem is typically the opposite-- a mortal man in his thirties hitting on creatures well over thrice his age. He hasn't been immortal for even a year yet, so he hardly counts himself as one. Hell, a week ago he had a human man with some very good anti-aging methods ask how old Michael was. The price he has to pay for trying to flirt with immortals, he supposes. Or anyone visibly older than he is. It's not his fault they always look so damn pretty. 

Maybe he needs to start looking old on purpose.

Ah, right. He's been asked something.

"... I dunno," Michael admits. "You could try hanging out with her as a friend first? Or, I guess like... go at it--" 

He waves his hand around in a vague gesture, taking on a new tone to represent the hypothetical words Niko would say. "--'wow, I can't believe you're so young, I thought you'd be my age--' something like that? Or say you were hoping she'd be older, or something. Dunno how to put it without it sounding kinda creepy. Maybe it's fine, 'cause you just want to let her know that she-- that you know, she's older without being rude."

Michael shrugs. "Good luck."

The man fiddles with a lock of his hair, refusing to look up from the floor. 

"So, um... This is kinda personal. My roommate, he-- we both thought he was straight until, uh-- well--" Michael is unable to suppress a little smile. "... Yeah. We had a good night, but..."

His smile drops, and Michael angles his head to the side. They did talk about it the morning after, but all it really did was affirm that neither of them wanted to stop being friends. It definitely left some unanswered questions. Lots of vague directions and unaddressed wants. Still, Michael can't blame him. He remembers what it was like to truly realize that all his failed attempts at dating women weren't some fluke. And that was a gradual realization. Desperately making out with a man in your bedroom is not exactly gradual.

Michael sighs.

"... I... I'm pretty sure I want... way more than he's ready for? Like, I can wait. And it's been nice. Really nice. But-- I can tell he's working through some stuff. It's just that he never really talks about anything, and I dunno how to help. I don't know if I'm even... the right guy to help with this? Or whatever's going through his head. I don't want to seem like I'm helping just 'cause I want to keep being able to kiss him or whatever-- 'cause, 'cause I mean-- I do?"

Michael laughs nervously, face flushing pink. "God, sometimes I want to kiss him forever. That's-- and it's... I dunno how to talk about it either."

     Eddy hovered a balled up fist in front of his mouth to hide his smirk, but the chuckles that escaped now and then betrayed him. The phrasing, the body language, he could tell what the problem was before half of it had been said. The situation itself wasn't an uncommon one-- if anything, it was very common! Michael didn't seem very young, though, so for Eddy that meant he was more on the pure side, and he found that adorable.

     "You've answered your own question, you know," he pointed out. ""He never really talks about anything." Seems to me like you're going to have to be the one to initiate it all. It sounds like this is an entirely new world for him, so he might be too nervous or scared to even try exploring it. So he won't. You're going to have to sit him down and confess those feelings and ask him on a date, or at least offer to help him understand his preferences more. Maybe ask how he felt about that good night, or how he feels about men in general lately. The bottom line is, the only way to know what he's going through or thinking is to ask him, because waiting for him to let it out will result in it never coming out."

     "I feel like I can become a certified exterminator at this rate!" Eddy sighed from his spot in front of the food truck. He picked up his order, but despite the delicious food his expression didn't lighten. "I've tried everything: plants, natural ways, cage traps, minor poisons, and somehow that skunk STILL gets under my house! I'm starting to wake up naturally several times at night because I'm expecting to hear it scurry around! It's only a matter of time until my house's foundation starts collapsing too now. You ever deal with anything like that? I'm getting desperate here."

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"You feel like you could become a certified exterminator, which means you're not one." Novem says, eyes looking to Ed's food before his attention is back to the pinked haired man. "I feel like you already know where I'm going to go with this one..." The detective's expression softens as he takes a seat across Ed, leaning forward to rest his cheek against the palm of his hand.  "You have to hire a professional, they're professionals in their field for a reason." Surely a trained professional wouldn't tell Ed something along the lines of just planting cages around.  Surely a professional could do something. 

((Information regarding this issue are not found in his profile as it's a new development, tl;dr for bg info, Novem ran into his eldest brother, and he's reliving his trauma because of it, and not handling it well.))

"I have a lot of people who want my attention..." Novem starts, fidgeting with his hands as if feelings nervous, he left out the part where he made them want his attention to begin with through...questionable means. "But, I just don't have the time nor energy for all of them.  I'm having a bit of rough patch you see, I've been feeling more tired as of late, and I just-" Novem stops in his speech, pausing to look for the words he wants, the man visibly stressed out. 

"I'd like a break, but no one seems to understand my needs." He settles with that, his current plans were to fake his own death to 'retire' from 'work', so he could kill one of his 'social' lives but...the personal matters were much more difficult than his work ones- while he's tempted to just eliminate those he finds annoying, it's risky and could draw a lot of attention.  

Zac works a toothpick, nodding along to the other, listening. He can feel there's something stuck in his teeth and it's distracting but he thinks he's hiding it pretty well, letting out little sympathetic noises every now and again.

"First question: have you talked to them? Second:  If yes, ever fake your own death before? And third question: Do you want to fake your own death, and get a job as a crew mate? I know a guy  who's hiring." The wolfman's eye winks below his cap. "Mm. Maybe not  hiring, unless you count a place to lay your head as pay." No way is  this guy actually going to commit to his suggestions, but they're fun to throw around. He can always hit this demure fellow a 'just kidding....unless?' if he was actually interested. Plus, Zacarías admits he isn't entirely sure if there's enough for the two of them in the tiny cabin. There's already a cat to worry about. "I travel with a cat already, another stray wouldn't be a huge hassle. Seriously though, talk  to 'em and if they still won't leave you alone cut 'em loose like a bad  net." Not waiting for Novem to answer, Zac fishes out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and places one between his teeth. He lights it and leans back. "You mind if I smoke?" He's already smoking.

Zacarías scratches the back of his neck, mouth twisting into a half grimace.

"Sooo," He starts to speak up. "Let's say that, hypothetically, it might be a good idea to make a LOT of money, all at once? I'm talking....paying off most of an, ahem, fishing boat. With enough left over to really live life on your own terms. What would YOU do?"

It wouldn't really be enough to live debt free, Zac is more or less doing that right now by keeping a low profile. He speaks in a jovial manner that is tinged with a few notes of someone who could lose his livelihood any day. Zac loves the sea, he really does, struggles to even feel at home on land these days but few people would want to stay with someone who is always on the run. Zac may not want commitment but would quite like a healthy dose of stability and some place to come back to where he can breathe easy.

        These were such big thoughts for such a little girl.

       In a way that could only really be described as stupid, she looked up at Zacarias with her doe eyes. Behind them, one could tell that her brain's gears were really turning to figure out what to say to him. It was a bit useless to try and teach a child how finances and economics worked, though her noble tutors tried anyways, but she always left those lessons thinking she would never need them. But now she regretted that notion, because she wanted to help the man, to offer something substantial...

       But alas, she was ten years old.

       "Um..." And that was a very quiet, pitiful um. "..My papa commissions people a lot to paint portraits and things for him. And he buys art a lot. For a lot of money. And no one ever feels bad about it, I think." There was a lot to be skeptical when it came to get quick rich schemes, though. She did not neglect to mention them. "But if you're worried, maybe there could... be... a problem with it? If the person is just giving you money, then why're they doing it? Maybe you should... think about... that thing? That part..?"

       And to end it off, after staring at Zacarias for a minute longer, she reached into one of her dress pockets, took out a little pewter coin, and offered it to him. Surely this would help him feel better about his situation.

       "What do you do when your god hates you?"

       Woah.

       Maribelle stared at the other person for so, so long, before continuing, quietly this time, with a tinge of... frustration? Sadness? "Because my papa says the gods speak to him all the time. And I'm supposed to be able to talk with them, too, but I never hear them. I go to every service and read all the scriptures in my Sastra, but I'm a little certain that they do not like me. Which is hard. Because I have to talk to them, like I said."

"Let's..." As Silent Blue reaches over to tuck Maribelle's front bang and hair behind her ear. "Much better. That way I can see your beautiful face." Silent Blue studies the child, gazing into her sad, frustrated, lost eyes. The mysterious woman smiles at the noble girl. "Now why would God hate someone like you? A devote believer? You know... sometimes God just listens..."

There was something in Maribelle's eyes that made Silent Blue wanted to comfort her. There wasn't much Blue could do for the young noble girl... But fed her faith back to her. Silent Blue herself didn't believe in Gods... But understood the power of faith. And she didn't want to ruin such an impressionable young mind from her beliefs. "Faith is a powerful thing sweety. It'll be your light and hope in dark times... Now just because God doesn't speak to you the way God speaks to your papa; that doesn't mean God doesn't love you. God is everywhere. God is there when you are happy and feeding your duckies. God is there when you catch a glimpse of that butterfly you've been waiting all season for... God is unconditional love. They always say action speaks louder than words. So you keep on moving along now girl. And remember to love yourself." 

Silent Blue was just about to take off, but.... "Almost forgot!" Blue takes out a yellow daisy and boops Mari's nose with it. "For you my young noble friend. I snatched it off- somewhere, not important. Was going to keep it for myself... But I think yellow suits you better." As the woman gently sticks the flower behind the noble's ear. "Bye sweet heart." As the assassin takes one last look at girl before making her exit. 

"I need new activities to do with my husband. Don't get me wrong, I LOVE not having to interact with him but just being next to him, reading all morning, but we gotta spice it up."

"Ah, dealing with a picky eater, are we?" Rex's expression grows thoughtful as she considers the best approach. "Well, you could try... gently introducing new foods in small portions, maybe? And, uh, reassuring him that it's not... poisoned or anything,"

Orr, if that fails..." She leans in closer, her voice dropping to a low, demonic whisper. "You could always remind him of the consequences of displeasing you." Her grin widens and the air feels heavy around them.  "A little intimidation can work wonders," she whispers, her voice dripping with malice.

A brief moment of awkward silence fills the space before Rex catches her composure. She finishes with an awkward cough, realising she may have slipped a little. "Heh, but that's just, uh, one approach, of course. There are plenty of other... gentler methods to try as well, I'm sure." She chuckles, attempting to mask her brief lapse into madness with a forced smile.

"Hey there! Soo, hypothetically speaking, if one were to... acquire a large quantity of... let's say, human bones, what would be the best way to... uh, dispose of them without them being found? Just a silly hypothetical, of course haha" she asks with a nervous chuckle, hoping to downplay the strangeness of her question. 

“Huh, bones eh? Well, if we are hypothetically speaking, it’s actually not that hard to get rid of them, it’s pretty easy, but it does depend on the kind of bones you have though.” 

Keegan begins to explain, a light hearted chuckle emerging from her, she doesn’t seem at all phased by the question, this may be half to do with the fact she may be a little high but, overall, you really couldn’t make Keegan judge you, her overwhelming sense of curiosity always gets the better of her actual logical thinking. 

“See , let’s say you have some femurs or maybe even some humerus’s , those don’t look to dissimilar to animal bones , specifically deer bones , right? Plonk those bad boys deep into a forest , add a little dirt, moss and rocks , you’re laughing!” 

She explains, quite matter of factly actually, it seems obvious she may have thought something like this through before, because of course she had, your supposed to stop not help serial killers , dangit Keegan. 

“But then you got your less disguise able stuff , like ribs , pelvis , skull and such? You can’t go leaving stuff like that just anywhere, maybe , maybe they’d be mistaken for an animals , but it someone got curious enough? That’s some serious time in a cellar for you , buddy. So here’s what you do, find yourself a super endangered species of plant , burry em under it , and then if some swanky police k9 wants to have a sniff , they won’t be able to dig it up anyways!” 

She finishes off her pretty well thought off speech with a grin. 

“So , uh , let’s say you had this friend , and you’ve been friends for ages , and she’s even into girls as well, how would you like , you know , make her uh, like you ? Like a , a crush on you? I was thinkin like flowers but that’s way to forward ain’t it?”