[ooc: Lucy Lyesmith is a young lady in her twenties who desperately wants to break into show business. Or singing, or reality shows, or anything that will make her famous. Unfortunately, she has zero star potential and only mediocre talent, on top of horrendous luck. She's got a small job as a stagehand in Locke City's biggest movie studio, and still dreams of being in the pictures one day.]
[A: Ice cream]
[It's not that Lucy doesn't care about ~keeping her figure~. She wants to keep it very much. But she also has poor impulse control, which is why she's sitting at one of those cute little outdoor tables with stripy umbrellas, wolfing down a monstrous brownie sundae. And loving every second of it.]
[B: Sudden rain]
[Lucy really should have gone back for an umbrella when she heard the thunder, but really, it was only ten more minutes to the bus stop, and if she missed this bus, she was going to be late. Surely she could make it --
....nope. Now her clothes are soaked through, her hair a sopping mess, and her shoes need to be bailed out. Squish, squish, squish. Lucy trudges miserably through the rain and puddles, her bag held uselessly above her head. Will you help her out, or let her suffer until she reaches the bus stop?
When she gets there, she ducks under the small shelter and immediately takes off her shoes, shaking the water out of them as best she can, glaring death at the wet world outside.]
Loki | original flavor Norse mythology
[A: Ice cream]
[It's not that Lucy doesn't care about ~keeping her figure~. She wants to keep it very much. But she also has poor impulse control, which is why she's sitting at one of those cute little outdoor tables with stripy umbrellas, wolfing down a monstrous brownie sundae. And loving every second of it.]
[B: Sudden rain]
[Lucy really should have gone back for an umbrella when she heard the thunder, but really, it was only ten more minutes to the bus stop, and if she missed this bus, she was going to be late. Surely she could make it --
....nope. Now her clothes are soaked through, her hair a sopping mess, and her shoes need to be bailed out. Squish, squish, squish. Lucy trudges miserably through the rain and puddles, her bag held uselessly above her head. Will you help her out, or let her suffer until she reaches the bus stop?
When she gets there, she ducks under the small shelter and immediately takes off her shoes, shaking the water out of them as best she can, glaring death at the wet world outside.]