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[h2][color=baa880]Yukiko Abe[/color][/h2]

[i]Location: 30B Faraday Heights (The comfiest lil apartment you ever did see).
Interacting with: Stef [@MiddleEarthRoze] and Maggie [@EsmetheGreat][/i]
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Yuki’s expression turned around from her scowl to a warm smile when Stef came out of her room and rinsed her plate. [color=baa880]“Just some egomaniac on the news, nothing you need to worry about Stef”[/color] she said with her signature smile. [color=baa880]“You’ve got time for a shower sweetie, just make sure you dry your hair, it’s chilly out!”[/color] She said getting up once her coffee machine let out a small beep. She grabbed a mug from the cupboard above the sink and poured the dark brown savior of her day into it. Clutching it with both of her hands and blowing on it so that she could drink it as soon as humanly possible. Maybe ‘humanly’ was the wrong choice of words.

[color=baa880]“I’ll have to take a longer break today, I’ve got to pick up some books at the library today – so if you want to go home at noon you can, but I’ll leave it up to you whether you want to stay and tend the shop with John for the hour that I should be gone.”[/color] Yuki said. Today was the day, she was going to reveal her identity to Stef and there was something about that she found terrifying. Scratch that, there was nothing about it she didn’t find horrifying; in fact she found herself dreading the conversation already, her heartbeat quickening thinking about it.

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She took her seat once more and glared angrily at the news. Maggie exited her room and Yuki once more changed her expression. [color=baa880]“Morning Maggie.”[/color] Yuki said warmly, glancing out the window at the snowstorm that was starting up. She snatched the remote up, tired of what she was hearing and decidedly changed the channel to the weather network. Seemed the storm would be continuing for some time today.

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[color=2f556b]Eve Lumière[/color][/h2]

[i]Location: Hell/Faraday Heights 24A[/i]

[i]Mention of: Sleepy head (Blake) [@Undine][/i][/center]
Eve rolled over sleeping. She dreamed an innocently perverse dream about an island full of men, battling for her affection and the winner was a fallen angel who gave her a wilted rose and dove into the ocean. And then Channing Tatum was there, and that was great. It was a great dream.

Her eyes flicked open, once Eve had awoken – that was it. She was awake. She stretched her leg and a bottle of beer hit the floor, rolling underneath her bed. She groaned at the noise and threw her duvet over her head. It was too early for Eve. It was too early for anyone with half of a mind and a conscious and yet – the world was currently functioning. Eve was technically function, though that might be somewhat generous all things considered the current state of her mentality.  She glanced out her apartment window and saw hell. Hell wasn’t actually all fire and brimstone, some people might like that. So hell likes to find new and interesting ways to [i]fuck[/i] you over. Eve knew that if she ever ended up in the big ol slammer she would be placed in the middle of goddam Alaska. 

She rolled over onto her side and grumbled quietly, something about the lack of difference between here and Canada, something about how someone was out to screw her over. Mostly gibberish. 

She decided it was time for a shower and unless her ears deceived her she didn’t hear Blake just yet so she dragged herself out of bed and zombie shuffled her way over to the shower. Standing in it and letting the hot water fall down her. She sighed as her skin stood up, some of it being warm and some of it being chilled. She impatiently squeezed some shampoo onto her hand and lathered her hair scrubbing it. She had to look nice if she was going to get some snow day nooky later on. Luckily once she showered she could hangout and not have to worry for much longer, the bar didn’t open until five at night which was approximately half the reason Eve bothered to work there anyway.

She shut the water off after applying her conditioner and rinsing that out of her hair as well. Stepping out of the shower and wrapping a towel around her hair and body, taking a seat on the couch in the living room. Seemed like the sleepy head wasn't up yet. Eve though about asking her to go for breakfast once she did wake up.