[OPEN]; ✰ Just hear those sleigh bells jingle-ing, Ring ting tingle-ing too
Who: ineuphony & EVERYONE ON THOR...LITERALLY
What: maka's job this month is to deliver a complimentary holiday sweater to EVERYONE on Thor. therefore, she is knocking door to door to give your character this ugly sweater whether they want it or not!!!!!!!!
When: early afternoon
Where: ALL OVER THOR
Warnings: idk.
[so this month, maka may have bitten off more than she can chew. every day (except on the weekends), she wakes up at six o' clock in the morning to drink one of those disgusting protein drinks to get her nice and energetic. after a good breakfast and prepping herself, she goes off to school until possibly around three-thirty. without any stops, she immediately heads home to change into her work uniform for the Crimson Lion. maka spends there working for a few hours and it's right back to switch clothes at home to either her secondary job (which is to make her rounds around thor to give away sweaters) or be an extra hand at the devil's nest (depending on the current day).]
[for lunch and dinner, it's never stationary. she usually picks the one that cooks her order the fastest so she can eat it along the way to her next destination. and whenever her energy seems to get low (which is often), she digs into her bag and gulps down more of those gross drinks. when maka is finally home, she greets her roommates, showers, and heads straight to her room for homework and studying.]
[if she's lucky and not exhausted, maka catches up on a chapter or two on her many novels and then goes to bed. now normally maka wouldn't work herself to the bone, she'd plop herself on the couch and chat among her friends over the network or make a personal call or so to see whether or not they'd be up for a hangout. but after a certain appearance of who-shall-not-be-named, her guide had been tossed on top of the dresser in her room, forgotten. in maka's logic, the best way to cope with something is to avoid, avoid, avoid. as they say, out of sight out of mind. now he isn't the solo reason of to why she's doing this. after thinking pensively one night, maka realized that being stranded on thor for two years made her forget her original goal in her life -- which is to work to become a better meister and team leader.]
[although she's no longer in death city, nevada and her being meister might not matter so much here on the ship, she still feels it's her duty to continue to practice her professors' lessons and strive towards that goal. so if she and her friends manage to restore their world, she'd be ready. and in order for that to happen, she needs to build credits along the way.]
[maka yawns loudly in the elevator, leaning against the corner while holding a big bag of sweaters. she can definitely feel herself crashing and she fumbles her way into her purse for the energy drink. a twist of the top and a long sip, maka drops it back in her purse and smacks her cheek a few times. immediately the tired look turns into a determine one and with a huff she says to herself:]
-- Alright, okay! All I've gotta do is go through all of these floors. I can pull this off, no problem.
[the elevator stops on the third floor and she steps out while dragging the bag along with her. time to start knocking on some doors!]
What: maka's job this month is to deliver a complimentary holiday sweater to EVERYONE on Thor. therefore, she is knocking door to door to give your character this ugly sweater whether they want it or not!!!!!!!!
When: early afternoon
Where: ALL OVER THOR
Warnings: idk.
[so this month, maka may have bitten off more than she can chew. every day (except on the weekends), she wakes up at six o' clock in the morning to drink one of those disgusting protein drinks to get her nice and energetic. after a good breakfast and prepping herself, she goes off to school until possibly around three-thirty. without any stops, she immediately heads home to change into her work uniform for the Crimson Lion. maka spends there working for a few hours and it's right back to switch clothes at home to either her secondary job (which is to make her rounds around thor to give away sweaters) or be an extra hand at the devil's nest (depending on the current day).]
[for lunch and dinner, it's never stationary. she usually picks the one that cooks her order the fastest so she can eat it along the way to her next destination. and whenever her energy seems to get low (which is often), she digs into her bag and gulps down more of those gross drinks. when maka is finally home, she greets her roommates, showers, and heads straight to her room for homework and studying.]
[if she's lucky and not exhausted, maka catches up on a chapter or two on her many novels and then goes to bed. now normally maka wouldn't work herself to the bone, she'd plop herself on the couch and chat among her friends over the network or make a personal call or so to see whether or not they'd be up for a hangout. but after a certain appearance of who-shall-not-be-named, her guide had been tossed on top of the dresser in her room, forgotten. in maka's logic, the best way to cope with something is to avoid, avoid, avoid. as they say, out of sight out of mind. now he isn't the solo reason of to why she's doing this. after thinking pensively one night, maka realized that being stranded on thor for two years made her forget her original goal in her life -- which is to work to become a better meister and team leader.]
[although she's no longer in death city, nevada and her being meister might not matter so much here on the ship, she still feels it's her duty to continue to practice her professors' lessons and strive towards that goal. so if she and her friends manage to restore their world, she'd be ready. and in order for that to happen, she needs to build credits along the way.]
[maka yawns loudly in the elevator, leaning against the corner while holding a big bag of sweaters. she can definitely feel herself crashing and she fumbles her way into her purse for the energy drink. a twist of the top and a long sip, maka drops it back in her purse and smacks her cheek a few times. immediately the tired look turns into a determine one and with a huff she says to herself:]
-- Alright, okay! All I've gotta do is go through all of these floors. I can pull this off, no problem.
[the elevator stops on the third floor and she steps out while dragging the bag along with her. time to start knocking on some doors!]