♡Tell the OC Below You About Your Day!♡

Not all Sirens came from En's kingdom. There were different groups in different countries with different leaders. He wasn't excited about it, but journeyed to visit them all, learn about their different cultures and meet with their leaders. He was in the middle of transit to the third one when he decided to stop for a rest here, where he met I'sen. At first he'd thought it was Seung-Cheol and was surprised, but once he got closer he realized the man was much older.
He now sat in the man, I'sen's home, partially to recover from such an awkward meeting, but there was definitely some fascination in his own culture. En took the bowl offered to him curiously, watching to see what he did first. So it was like a cup...? He glanced back down at the drink. What was it? Well, no point in rejecting it now. He took a hesitant sip. Hmm. It was... he couldn't quite decipher what it tasted like! But it wasn't bad, so he drank more, not as much as I'sen, but a decent amount.
"Yes, it was quite the steep walk," the king chuckled lightly, though deep down he was sure the people he traveled with would give him an earful for extending the tour by a day now. He listened to I'sen explain his day. "Animal handling," he mused. "It's an honorable trade. Very difficult, too." Golden eyes went to the tapestry. "Is that so!" he perked and looked over at Niang. "It's beautiful! I might have to get one made myself," he chuckled, though desperately hope he didn't misunderstand a custom and made things awkward.
The joke was either not heard or not bad, because I'sen soon explained the upcoming events. En perked once more. "A lute, you say? I'd love to listen. I've a friend who plays one too, completely customized!"

"Ah, there's nothing that's happened with my day that's interesting, sorry," En chuckled. "Just a bunch of paperwork and meetings. New laws and updating old ones. Sometimes I feel like my eyes will fall out from all the reading, so breaks like these are well welcomed," he sighed contently. He paused as he suddenly remembered something, reluctance and hesitation washing over his face as he looked away. It seemed like he was contemplating whether to tell your or not, but eventually he muttered in a low tone, "There's several more tabloids about me that came out today. Most of it's nonsense, even laughable, but there was one... one that really got to me. Claimed I was my brother's killer. They love stirring up all the controversy about him; the only thing they love more is finding ways to drag me down. I..." He gave a bittersweet smile. "I like to think it doesn't bother me anymore, and in a sense it doesn't. It definitely doesn't hurt as much as when I was younger, but... clearly it still does." A pause. "Ha! Sorry. That's not very kingly of me, is it?"

"Ah, well, I guess it can't be helped." The demon stated indifferently, as she had dealt with this many times. 

"You know, kid, when I was your age I was bustin' my knuckles makin' a livin' in alleys like these!" Eudora jabbed a thumb to her left where a dark alley stood. She cracked her knuckles and sighed, putting a stiff arm around his neck and poking his chest. "Listen to me, bud. Things may seem hard now, but before you know it, the whole world'll open up to 'ya. Your destiny is planned out, and I can tell it'll be great. Try'n hold out for your brother and your 'lil kitty, alright?" Eudora finished and patted his back, swiftly turned around and proceeded to continue down the sidewalk.

With a swift kick towards her shoe rack, Eudora's left boot flew off of her foot and slammed against the wall. It was a clear sign something had pissed her off. She'd sent her other boot flying towards the wall before plopping onto the couch. 

"Gods, today was NOT the day." Her voice was muffled, but just loud enough for her exhausted tone to be heard. Eudora flipped over onto her back and left her legs dangling off the armrest. "I had a really aggressive customer come in today, definitely on some kind'a drugs. None I'd ever expect anyone to be on while comin' into my territory." She paused and looked over at you slowly. "I guess there'll always be bad apples. Nothin' you can really do to stop 'em." Two bruised pink hands lay on top of each other on her belly. Eudora let out a deep sigh before looking back up at the ceiling. 

"Sorry to suddenly put all of this on ya,' she started, and quickly sat up, 'I really appreciate you comin' over and bein' with me at a time like this." A small smirk reached across her face as she looked at you again.

Abby flinched in reaction to watching Eudora storm into the room. She kicked the chair and twitched her nose. As she listened closely, Abby clasped her hands together.

"Oh, no. I betcha he was having quite a bad day, too," Abby chuffed. After a brief pause, Abby whipped her head up.

"Did he...hurt you? You better be more careful at jobs like those. You don't want anything worse happening to you, do you?"

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Abby beamed as she leapt at the second party and pulled them into a hug.

"Guess who got a ton of tip money? A really nice family really, really, really loved the smoothies I made for them, and they threw a whole ton of money in the tip jar! Come on, let's go treat ourselves!" Abby grinned as she adjusted the purse on her side.

You could hear a cacophony of armor clanking against each other due to Trim-Trum's clapping. He was ecstatic over the news Abby delivered to him.  "Oooo that's wonderful, Splendid. If I had a stomach, I would just die for some Peaches. Demon's Den doesn't allow any sorts or fruits or vegetables...Except Broccoli for some reason." He shrugged. "But I am happy for you! Although for me, just hearing the sounds of my Mistress constantly belittling me after overflowing the toliet brings music to my ears...As well as terrible dents."

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Trim-Trum was spinning his head around quickly like a owl before it stopped where his seemingly ghostly eyes could only see his backside. "I need to share my wonderful news with you, total random stranger who I will never meet again!" He swerved his head around to bring it back in the proper position. "So you know my Princess right? Wait, no you don't. What I mean is...Or rather who I mean is, The Evil Demon Princess Jezabelle is finally beginning her conquest on earth today. She said to me that she plans on enslaving humans and forcing them to make jewels for her. So get this, she has a army of demons about to be unleashed upon your world at this very moment. Although she told me not to tell you, total stranger, about how demons are weak against the power of song. This song to be exact. Princess Jezabelle hates the Smurfs because of this song. Who knew an entire army could be defeated by a song powered by love?" Trim-Trum looked up to you. "I uh, probably shouldn't have told you that...Or showed you that..."

Maribelle, an absolute clown who didn't even live on Earth -- but granted didn't know what Earth was, neither the name of her own planet -- was terrified. Maybe it was because she also didn't know what the Smurfs were until now and so shared in this evil demon princess's hatred, or was, well, horrified by the notion that she was soon to be enslaved and presumably forced to mine gemstones. She didn't know how to do that! And her father would kill her if she tried!

The child shied away from Trim-Trum, tears welling up in her doe eyes. She didn't want to, but...

"Oh, please, teach me that song!" she begged, breaking out into a wail, "I don't wanna make jewelry!" It sounded... painful. She wasn't sure how making jewelry was supposed to be painful, but working with metal and gemstones sounded like it would ruin her hands. While she was awful at singing, she was more willing to try making a tune than a necklace. Whoever this Jezabelle was, she sounded wicked, and cruel, and greedy, and... whatever else!

But, demons. A shudder ran through her body, and suddenly, her expression turned to a glare. Not that it was very threatening. She was still sobbing -- grossly sobbing. "Are you a demon?" She asked, voice growing high-pitched. She did not wait for an answer, leaping onto the offensive, "If-- If you don't teach me the song, I'm going to call for someone to kill you!"

Woah there. No violence allowed, child!

"They'll banish you to the hells!" she squeaked out, once again not at all threatening, for she might as well just be a furious chihuahua, "Teach me the song or else!"

"Nothing ever really happens here." the child told her guest, her eyes focused on the piece of cotton fabric before her and her embroidery hoop, carefully tightening the screw of the latter. "I stay inside this bedroom a lot. I keep the curtains back and the window open, though, so I can get air and sunlight, but it is a bit cold." Turning her gaze towards the aforementioned window, she peered down at the bare trees. "Papa said it's turning to the frost season, soon. Winter and all. So-- So I can't go outside anymore until it's spring, or unless I'm visiting somewhere with him."

After a few moments, she looked back down at her hoop. As she cut a piece of blue thread from the floss on the windowsill, she uttered, "I've been embroidering flowers all day, and also reading, but I'm bored of my books already. I've read them over and over. I wanted to go into the office to see if I can get anything else to read, but I can't. That or the music box."

She paused to scratch behind her head. "Lunch will be soon, though. They're giving me a salad or something, and also sweet potatoes, and a... a fig, I think. It'll give me a break, anyway. I just hope they bring hot tea."

Wow... That's so interesting...

Baby Ruth listened with empathy, nodding as she talked. "I must say... As long as you bundle up.... The cold should not hurt you, dear." She spoke, hearing of her situation. "But... It seems you do have something to do to pass your time in here." She continued. "I must say.... Those flowers look beautiful, darling. I wish i could have such a talent as yours." She gave a gentle smile, watching as they took the thread from the curtain. It gave her a sense of wonder, as she watched the process of her creating those beautiful images.

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She wasnt expecting a visitor today, but when they arrived, she was in the middle of making a batch of Salt Water taffy. "Ah, hello dearie!" She smiled, her child sitting on the counter and eating the candies that just didnt come out right. She places a bowl of candy on the table. "Sit down, sit down. Let's talk, darling." She smiled. "How are you today...? I'm doing well." She spoke. "I'll have you know my little Gumdrop made her first candy all by herself today!" A smile was still on her face, definitely the look of a proud mother. "Of course, i still made sure she didnt burn herself, i would be crazy not to-" she blabbered on for a little while.

The B&M Hyper looked. He never has seen taffy really. He wasn't allowed to have any. When he heard the voice is mechanic ears went up and he looked. 

"Oh, Bonjour" Silver star replied. With a smile on his face. 

He was half french but mainly German/Swiss as his manufacture B&M comes from Switzerland. He couldn't really take a seat except when switching to his mechanic legs. So he did so and sat down. 

"I am okay. Had a hard day" Silver star replied. He rubs his neck.

He continued listening and was very happy for the small one. he gave gumdrop a smile. 

"That is great! I mean it's good you watched over her, fire can be pretty...B A D" Silver star replied. At the word bad his mind went a little crazy because of a certain event in history.

The B&M Hyper continues with listening. He didn't mind listening to all that, after all, he can speak a lot himself. 

Silver star does have a lot of visitors daily except in off-seasons. That's where he and his coaster have to rest. The end of the day was always the time on where Silver star was able to shut down along with his coaster. He was getting to the side and watched the maintance staff put the train onto the storage track. He turns into the station again. He looked at the late visitor.

"Eh...I mean the ride won't go anymore but if it makes you happy...I can tell you on how the day went...", Silver star said. He sounded slightly exhausted but he didn't mind speaking about his day. 

Silver star stretches. He was recalling the day and had alot of intressting events happening.

"Well today was busy you know? I was helping my Boyfriend Euro mir with a project. I am not really sure about the project but it seems to be another tank prosthetic kit?" Silver star said. He had something to talk about but didn't want to be stuck there forever he has to catch the others so he keeps it short.

"Other things that happened should be that my coaster once broke down and it got stuck at the top but...But that is one thing that went over quick for guests it's like...Scary? I can't understand Why", Silver star said in a monotone voice. He never understod humans and on why they act so weird about the ride stopping at the top.  

"Anyway...Another thing is that I nearly went crazy with my turrets...Because a customer scared me badly.."

It was a rare occasion for Ace to have a day off, though technically, it wasn't a day off. He used this day away from the cafes to focus on his Cupid side of things. There had been a woman he'd been flirting with for some time now, and according to his records from work she would be here on a date with her boyfriend. So, as per the usual lover's rival deal, he decided to "accidentally" bump into her here. He was here a few hours early, however, using the time to scout out the place. With the right timing he could manage to get on the Ferris wheel with her. He was also considering the roller coaster, but was surprised to see it... sentient!
Roller coasters were a guilty pleasure of Ace's. Doing these theme park dates got him to enjoy them a lot, so he as fairly upset when told that the ride was done for now. However, he perked at the rundown of Silver Star's day. Did he hear that right? A lover? Really now... Huh. Were there Cupids for machines and cyborgs? He'd have to ask about that.
Although he felt a slight chill run down his spine at the mention of turrets. Maybe it was best he doesn't ride this when the lines start back up.

"Me? Please, my life is boring, especially compared to yours," Ace laughed brightly, though he seemed delighted to know you were interested in his day. "Well, let's see... It was pretty steady today. Always is during the morning and lunchtime. Plenty of high schoolers and college kids lately; it's always funny seeing how excited they get for coffee. One of them gave me the craziest order, too! Wanted like a third of each type of milk I had, and with four espresso shots in their drink! Must've been practically shaking by that first sip!"
His expression then turned sheepish as he stopped cleaning the counter to scratch his head. "Ah, then had the normal angry customer. Ordered her drink then yelled that she didn't order it. Wouldn't stop until the manager marked it for free."

"No life is boring unless you just sleep all day, like a sloth. And even then, their life is a little bit interesting. Did you know some sloths will starve to death even with full stomachs because their metabolism is so slow?" Octo says without a change in his tone, however, at the mention of coffee his attention to Ace's words are noticeably bigger and he smirks at the first customer story, "I understand that student, damn. Maybe that was me in another form, i knew you looked familiar." He jokes, an amused smirk on his face as he continues to listen. 

Then his expression goes sour and he cusses softly. "Ah, you got a Karen." he balls his fist but there was a light blueish glow in it, light he had his hand over a flashlight. With a flex of his fingers the light was gone and Octo forces a polite smile on his face. "I have such... respect, that you can tolerate people like that. If I weren't...." he sighs then shakes his head, "Let's just say people like that wouldn't exist if I could just do what I want." He chuckles in an attempt to brighten the mood. "Anyway, tell me more. I'd love to order coffee where you work sometime, maybe I can protect you from those Karens, aye?"
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"Is this just an attempt in getting on my good side?" Octo gives you the side eye but sighs and sets his cup of coffee down, judging from his eyes, he must've been on his sixth cup that day, and it wasn't even lunchtime yet. "Let's see. It's 10 am and so far...." he puts a finger on his chin in a mock attempt to think. "Training to save the world, breakfast, more training to save the world but make it magic, more training the world but make it heights.... and then I stormed out and, now, I am hiding from the people in charge." He smirks, trying to appear cocky and uncaring but his eyes dart towards every door and window of the vicinity, as if making sure they weren't anywhere near. "No-nothing big, really."

Midio sips at the mug of Hot Chocolate that he had, listening to Octo's story. He noticed his attempt at seeming cool with things, but noticed him looking about all the windows and doors nearby.
"Sounds like a lot of trouble..." Midio remarked, with a certain tone to his voice, "I know a thing or two about running away from people in charge." He continued, while looking up in the air.
"But this isn't about me, how's that coffee?" Midio asked Octo with a big grin.

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Midio takes a bite of his chocolate bar before looking at (your character).
"Yeah... Today wasn't too bad...!" Midio said with uncertainty.
"Actually, I lied. It was pretty crazy," He began, "This morning, I went to some shop to buy myself breakfast." Midio motioned his hands as if to play out the scene.
"Turns out the store was closed... Even though the door wasn't locked? The guy got really mad and kicked me out," he chuckled, "And then I realized that the door was one of those weird electric weird doors and that I accidentally zapped it open cause of my electricity power thingy."
Midio took the last bite of his chocolate and used both of his hands to demonstrate the story, even if it doesn't seem to be making sense.
"So I went to the next store and it turns out to be a bar and they tried to kick me out cause they thought I was a kid!" Midio exclaimed. "I'm not a kid, can't they see my big horn, took me like 10 years to grow this!" He pointed at the crystal horn on his head.
"So next I found a chocolate bar on some person's windowsill, left some money, and then came here to eat it."

     Ken bristled at the suspicion he was met with when he asked the captain about his day. "Fine!" he snapped, though a lot of his bravado dwindled when threatened (he still tried his best to look tough and angry, though). "F-Fine!" he repeated in a slightly weaker tone. "Forget I asked then! I didn't care anyway!" He stood there defiantly, his arms crossed. In truth, however, he was too scared to move. Would he admit that? Absolutely not. Plus, he partly hoped Pyrobeard would change his mind and speak up. After all, it wasn't everyday you saw a pirate, let alone a dragon pirate.
     Fortunately, Pyrobeard ended up speaking. Ken perked slightly, expected a grand tale about plundering, or breathing fire, or-or something! When none of that came, he scrunched his eyebrows. "That's it?!" he huffed. He clenched his jaw, however, when he saw the look in the captain's face. "I mean... I guess that's cool. Whatever," he grumbled while looking away. "Lazy days can be okay, I guess. Good to rest or stuff. Hope you get your boy free, or something."

     "So you wanna know about my day that bad, huh?" grinned Ken. "Ha! Of course a loser like you would. I spent all morning all the way until three practicing choreography and music. I bet you wouldn't be able to feel your legs if you had to do all that, huh? I'm used to it, I've got the muscles to back it up. After that I--" He paused, glancing upwards as he thought about how he spent the rest of the day playing gacha games on his phone. And spending hundreds.
     Turning a bright red, Ken turned his head with a scoff, "And that's it! Nothing else happened! I had a good dinner then went to sleep! ... Stop prying into my life so much, weirdo!"

Oliver paused his reading to listen to the ridiculousness coming out of the redheads mouth that made him roll his eyes. "You call me a loser and yet you spent all day practicing dance thats it? Dont you have a life pretty boy?" The other ask glancing back over to his manga. Or Yaoi really. Fanmade of course. A reader X manga he enjoyed and who do you think was on the cover? Partly dressed. "You know this is why I dont ask about your day. Though to be fair to you im not sure what came over me to ask in the first place. Ill be sure not to ask again as knowing you your responses likely wont differ all that much. " he said flashing the other a snarky grin before reading the cheesiest line of "My day? Well my day wasnt great but its better now that your here." In his manga and getting flustered. 

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"My day?" Oliver asked blinking for a moment. "Ah well " He blinked not use to being in a situation where someone genually wanted to know about him. "My day was... Uneventful..." He lied as he had spent the majority of the day waiting outside a store to get a limited edition shirt and poster of his Idol Kenshin the poster being signed.  "I mostly spend my days studying." Not a completely lie he dose study between games. He has to keep up appearances you know. "Oh but of course even uneventful my life was probably still much better then yours love. But since I have some free time on my hands I do have to ask. How was "Your" day love?"