Vivienne's posts

Opening the door to Voltra's Animal Rescue, a bell chimes off above the frame and immediately Vivi is beaming at the sight.
Several play pen areas with dogs of varying breeds, ages and sizes were throughout the large room barking their own seasons
greetings to her. She kneels to pet one of the more excited dogs, whose snorts beg her to laugh.

"Glad to see you here, Vivienne." Vontell extends a hand to help Vivienne upright. The dog she had
been patting protests by trying to scratch at her leg, she gives one last apologetic pat before moving forward with Vontell.
"Same to you and of course Mr. Leo!" Leo squeals gently in content before burrowing himself back
into the warmth of Vontell's arms.

"So yeah, I guess the woman who runs this shelter unfortunately caught a stomach bug. I was worried I would be the only
one with time to volunteer today! Though I am sure I would have managed being experienced with Leo and all." Vontell snuggled
his face into Leo's but placed him down into a small pet bed and grabbed a clipboard off of the desk.
"Well actually, I was already supposed to make a stop here today anyway! So this all works out pretty nifty."
Vivienne can't contain her excitement as she twiddles her fingers around and her smile unwavering while bouncing up on her tippy toes every few moments. "Oh? Was somebody planning to gift one of these precious animals a home this Solstice?" Vontell scans
over the list of tasks on the clipboard but looks back up to Vivienne who appears she is about to implode. YUP!
Her sudden crescendo in volume startled several of the animals, causing them to blare off in barks of competitive volumes. Embarrassed,
Vivi gives an apologetic looks as Vontell chuckles and guides her into the cat room for more peace and quiet.

"I'm happy for you Viv, am I to assume this is still a secret from Vanora?" Vivienne rapidly nods her head up and down, her
smile and wide eyes returned before being startled by a cat who had leaped for her shoulders. "Ah! whoa there!"
A hearty laugh escapes both Vivi and Vontell. He reaches to remove the cat from her shoulders but the cat protests and bounces off her instead and back up into it's cat tree. "Well, I guess we won't win them all over. Shall we get started on this list so that we may decide which creature you'll be adding to your family?" Opening her bag and unloading supplies from her salon, Vivienne lines them up neatly and places a glove on.
"Ready when you are, Vontell!"

Day 3: Vivienne prepares herself and lets out a sigh to calm any nerves that would impede her ability.
On the third night of Solstice, Panthalassa gave to thee:
Quenching of Thirst
She turns to Vanora with a relieved smile, and Vanora gives a thumbs up.

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[Found in the hollowed shell of a helicopter, in a container of emergency supplies that never made it to their delivery. A journal belonging to Ginger Mavis of the Metal Realm from the war on Realms.]

If you asked me when I was a child what I wanted to be when I grew up, I would have told you assertively: “A teacher!” Full conviction. No doubts. I wonder how many adults remember what their ideals as children were? Why and when did we stop pursuing those dreams? Were they impossible? Did you prioritize money? Perhaps your family pressured you out of it, much like mine. They were happy that I was educated but preferred me to play a more domestic role, and find a rich husband. I was lucky they were accepting of me even obtaining employment, but it was by the job of my father’s choosing.

I grew up to be commercial model for the machine shows. The latest gadgets paired with a beautiful girl is a guaranteed seller. I was very high up in my field thanks to my parents genetics….and to be honest, I was on a conceited high. Strong, independent and beautiful. Smart to boot! I didn’t have a care in the world back then. After I had so effectively silenced the passionate child within, all that mattered was pleasing the folks and pleasing the customers eyes..that is...until one day... I noticed a shift in my profession. What went from a multitude of gadget varieties and the occasional weapon….eventually phased into exclusively only weapons. Why?
Such a naive question I asked myself back then. Had I maintained my passions I wouldn’t have felt so jarred and smacked at what was to come...

At first I carried on my job like nothing. Touting all sorts of poses with the newest, fastest and deadliest weapons. Mechanical and magical worlds synthesizing into a competition of casualties. I was a very selfish person at the time…and reality didn’t truly sink in until my own family was impacted by this war- my brother…. who was studying in Electric at the time…was a casualty of combat on the way back home for the holidays...his loss...was great. He was the only person I ever went to. The thought of hanging a ribbon up with his name and calling it a day? Disgraceful. I needed to do better. I needed TO BE better.

I quit my job, and I enlisted to volunteer emergency humanitarian services. Wanna talk about humbling? Go from being an elite weapons model, spending the morning making sure my lip liner had as sharp an edge as my eye liner and then switching it up to holding a bottle of water up to the mouth of a struggling to survive child. War is ugly and knowing I ever marketed for it makes me sick to the stomach. Metal was a show horse without loyalty. Gave weapons to the biggest spender, not those who needed the most help…

Every day I risk my life on this job,delivering water and food to stranded families in combat zones... and I wouldn’t change a thing. The overwhelming sense of duty to these children reminds me so much of my passions to be a teacher. Turns out my greatest teacher would be my brother. Whoever gets the pleasure of someday reading this; don’t wait to change. Don’t wait for something awful to finally shake you up enough. Get that momentum...before it is too late…. On a planet mostly water and plenty of resources to purify it, there is no excuse for any human being to be thirsty! GINGER MAVIS here! I got my choppa, and I got your watta! Haha! Gotta make myself laugh in these trying times somehow...

Ah, I think mine might be too easy. :(
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