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Daughter Universe

Date: 2013-03-12 06:39 EST
Excited to start her first day, Maricara enters the office earlier than she had been instructed despite getting lost on the way. In one hand she has a drink carrier balanced precariously on the palm, two foam cups and a paper back atop the cardboard holder. In the other is the handle of a wagon being pulled behind her. Filled to the top with boxes of supplies Martyr had informed her was needed.

Midnight blue and starry silver irises glide over the area, taking in the clean tiles and neatly made beds. For some reason unknown to her, the space already felt like home and the nerves of a new job ebb slightly. Short choppy blonde locks sway against her face and neck as she briskly walks to the desk. Excitement to get started as the new P.A. evident in the vibrant smile on her light pink lips and the palest flush on her cheeks.

Not sure what she was supposed to wear for her first day, she had decided to play safe with black slacks and light blue blouse under her new green jacket. However, had she gained a tone of weight in the last two days or was their a noticable bulge under the jacket' It must be a bulge because as the woman bounced her step, it started to move and purr.

Martyr

Date: 2013-03-14 15:49 EST
With a backpack on one arm, and Max clinging to her hip, Martyr shouldered her way through the front door of her office. The child was sleeping, with her face buried in the nook of arm and neck, and Martyr looked all but ready to join the sleeping, small immortal. Her hair was pulled back in a pony-tail yet still managed to fall in front of that fragile-featured face. Keys were dropped, the backpack slid down to her wrist, and the working mother kicked the door slowly closed with her heel.

Maricara already waiting there, managed to frighten the spooky stutterer. "O-oh! M-maricara!" Martyr yelped lightly, then winced hushing her tone as not to wake the baby that she'd planned to let sleep in the chair for as long as she would...."Y-you're s-so early.." Martyr said, impressed with the work ethic of her new personal assistant. Violet eyes trailed to Maricara's outfit. It rivaled her own in the sense that she too wore a blouse, a jacket and slacks. An outfit she bought with the very assistant before her eyes. The jacket was painted a dark black, while her shirt was white and the pants mimed the jacket.

What she noticed next was the buldge that bounced and purred beneath Marircara's shirt. Violet orbs thinned on the sight of it, staring questionably and trying to figure it out. Her lips pursed for only a moment and she let out a breath through flaring nostrils. "W-what is under y-your shirt?"

PleaseBeAKitten...PleaseBeAKitten...

Daughter Universe

Date: 2013-03-18 15:41 EST
The drink carrier with its little brown back is placed carefully on the desk's surface. As the woman bent, her jacket wiggled some more slight gruffing sounds mixing with the purrs. As she turns, her face melts as she sees the tiny curly haired toddler. Instantly wanting to help she steps over to them, glad she had brought her shiny wagon. Whispering to the immortal to make sure the child wasn't woken. "Would you like to place her in one of the beds, or lay her in the chair and I'll fetch a blanket?" She smiles and bounces on her heels excitedly, "I'm not so early, just got here right before you did. I couldn't wait to get started and had hoped to have the supplies put away before you arrived."

Her hand gestures to the wagon full of boxes showing she had failed on that front. Her face falling slightly only to brighten back up at Martyr's question. Instead of answering her, she unzips the jacket to produce a mass of fluff. The thing shaking and grrring and purrs, the same dark brown color of the girl's hair to the T, was the ball that was a Tribble. Maricara holds out the prize proudly trying to make sure Max wasn't woken by it as well.

Daughter Universe

Date: 2013-04-17 19:44 EST
She smiles warmly herself, melting at the sight of the sleeping toddler. Truly having a soft spot for children she can't help but pad flat booted feet silently to the bed and draping a small blanket over her. A hand barely touching the girl's curls before starting back for the wagon herself. blue and silvers looking over her new boss and best friend, a pale slender hand touching the swaying broken heart pendant on her neck just over her blouse collar that peaked from her no longer bulging jacket as the Tribble had been put on the desk far from the drinks and food.

Still speaking in hushed tones so to not wake the slumbering mini-Martyr, she takes off her jacket and places it on a hook she finds along a wall. "Oh, I needed to get out and away from nine crazy fur-balls, plus I don't sleep. So was only logical I come here and set my hands to work before my mind went mad."

She had just turned to help with the boxes and offer to take Martyr's jacket when she heard the door. Her smile turns friendly, calming and welcoming instantly in case it was a client. Her feet instantly shift to carry her to the entrance and pale hand releases the necklace to open it. She blinks and her smile falters only the slightest at the sight of the man she had only met once before, but she quickly recovers corners lifting once more. A finger moves to suddenly pursed lips to signal him speak quietly and then gestures over her shoulder to the sleeping bundle on the bed. Then she steps aside to allow him room to enter and offers one of the drinks on the desk hoping he was into coffee.