Sheesh. Time flies when you're caught up in a project, huh? Guess I gotta work on that a little bit.

So, anyways. I'm in the mood for—well, I'm in the mood. I'll be back late tonight, Tony. ♥

[ooc; *screamies* idk if tony is living with her still or not, so if he isn't, just ignore this katie-baby.]

I'm thinking I'm going to build something. Like a hover. A big hover. 'Cause, y'know, a girl can never have too many hovers. I mean, they're so useful. I could tow things all the way across town and not even break a sweat.

A trip to the junkyard is in order, I think.

So many new people. ♥ Welcome to Purgaotrium, vnacrsayd~ My name is Rikku. I'm likely to employ most or all of you at some point or another.

Why, you ask?

Simple. Because not only do I run the only garage in this credruma, but I'm also the co— sole-owner of the Curious Cait Item Shop. Has a nice ring, yea~? I thought of the name. Anyways, I'm always hiring, so just drop by or let me know in some other fashion if you're in need of a job.

Right. ♥

In other news, I've decided on that tattoo. A dragonfly. A biomechanical dragonfly. I still need to find a parlor, but that's not the big secret. It's that you'll all just have to guess as to where I'm going to put it~

So.

I'll be turning eighteen in a month.

Cluna~

It's getting warmer outside, right? And a lot of my machina needs to be cleaned because it's all grease-covered and stuff. Not that I mind engine oil, believe me - I like being a dirty girl. It's just that I don't like waking up in the middle of the night, going down to my garage to rearrange my wrenches, and slipping on the floor. I mean, I have bruises all the way up my back!

So I'm going to enlist some nice, strong boys to help me move some of it outside so I can hose it down. Soon as I find a hose. ... Or a water pump of some kind.

Cdibet asbdo nejan.

Right, anyways.

Nice, strong boys. I'll pay you~

♥ And maybe give you a job, to boot. The Curious Cait is still hiring, y'know. Oh, and if any of my girls wanna come too, feel free. You know who you are~




(OOC; All strikes hackable. ♥) 

I've got a date tonight~

The garage will be locked up for the night, and possibly part of tomorrow. ♥

Luckily, the keyboard in my garage still has all the keys~

So. I've heard rumors about a holiday today. And I think I kinda like the sounds of it.

Enjoy. ♥

(OOC; Lol she doesn't know what it is, but I LOVE APRIL FOOL'S DAY. So there are buckets of oil, bolts, ect. set up around Purgatorium, just waiting for some unlucky person to open the door beneath them~ Have at, people, and happy April First. ♥)

So. Ever been approached by a complete stranger and been asked, "What is the meaning of life?"

Anyone?

At all?

... No?

Right. Just so we're clear...

The meaning of life is monkeys. ♥

(OOC; THIS IS ALL MATTY'S FAULT. ;~; Ilu though, sweets~)

[Begin Recording]

(Classic chemistry sounds; bubbling liquids, hissing of a bunsen burner, clinking of glass. When she starts speaking, her voice is obviously muffled by something, and her breathing can be clearly heard going through some sort of filter.)

Y'know, I've always wanted to do something like this. (Breath.) Pops never let me, though. Said it wasn't really my thing. (Breath.) He was wrong, of course. We're not just mechanics, we Al Bhed - we're alchemists too, among other professions. (Breath.)

... Tysh.

(More glass-on-glass as she puts down whatever she was holding, and then the sound of buckles being released and undone. A sort of sucking sound, and then she takes a deep breath.)

No wonder Gippal hated wearing that gasmask when we were kids. They're so annoying. Sure, my lungs won't be clogged with Shiva knows what, but my face is... ugh.

(Al Bhed muttering, and then an abrupt pause. Glass-on-metal as a test tube or whatever starts trembling in its holder.)

... Cred. That wasn't supposed to--

(Sizzling, a rather loud "Fuck!" and then an explosion. The recording cuts out as the terminal is destroyed.)

[End Recording]

It's times like these that I'm glad my alcohol tolerance is better than a shoopuf's. ♥

Oh, and before I forget. Gippal. My revenge on you for breaking my computer is that you have to help me move this vilgehk hover outside. I don't think there's anything else we can do for it.

And Auron~? Dear Auron, who I know is very concerned about Uncle Braska and who will skewer anyone who gets in his way as he tries to find said Summoner. Try not to get skewered yourself, m'kay? Again. I have to save my potions for days when you don't decide you have to defend your manhood against a kid.