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@Theyra Despite the overlap with my character, you can consider yourself approved.

@Cyrania An accountant is an interesting choice for this style of RP. Not many people would pick that for a character. The sehnsucht route works with being an outsider as well. That being said, I was more intending for this roleplay to focus on those native to the island, so (and for anyone else reading this, especially newcomers), I'm drawing the line at newcomers/outsiders from this point onward.

Not sure if you tried to emulate the coding everyone else was using, though. Seems a bit rough, IMO.

@mickilennial If you think you can handle a second character, feel free to post Luna in the CS tab.

@Mistress Dizzy I would prefer that things are "dressed up" to keep in line with the other posts, but I know some people are turned away by graphics and aesthetic so it isn't exactly mandatory. Thankfully, we have some resident "graphic artists" (*cough* Lemons and Yankee *cough*) that can help out with things.

At most a week, if possible. This roleplay is centered around a small, tight-knit community so I don't want things to come to a standstill if someone takes too long to post. Granted, this depends on the storyline/plot points in the current scene. Some might move faster than others and vice versa. But the general line of "hey, I need a post" is about once a week or so. Doesn't have to be long, but I'd need some kind of substance.

There really wasn't a template for the profile, but since everyone just copied Micki's, I'd just use that if you want.

Location: Docks -> Offices, Starlight AquariumTimeframe: Early Morning
Interaction(s): N/APreviously: Click Here

It was the dawn of a new day. Nary a mouse stirred to interrupt the calming atmosphere of the new sunrise as it rose from the east.

Emma stood before the concrete, rock-lined dock wall that jutted out into the sea. A steaming cup of rosemary tea—her drink of choice, as always—was gripped tightly between her hands as she gazed far into the vast oceanic blue. Sometimes, she wondered, what it would be like to be a fish swimming out there. Did they worry as much as she did? Or were such things trivial and inconsequential to something that experienced the freedom of the sea?

"They always seem to swim upstream," Emma uttered. Sipping her tea, she sighed. "If only I could grow gills and a pair of fins."

Turning her back on the ocean she so dearly beloved, Emma walked up a series of steps and back into the Starlight Aquarium. Her heart hung heavy at newfound signs of age Emma spotted as she scurried the halls; more damage that she hadn't the money to afford repair or replacement. Still, she had to soldier on. Within the very halls she walked so many times in the past were living creatures—precious life that depended on her for their survival.

But had it have to be her? Were the animals at the Starlight Aquarium truly living their best lives?

Opening the door the aquarium's offices, Emma sat the teacup down on an empty desk. A piece of her wanted to give in, Emma knew, as she looked over towards the other desks. All of them were empty, just as hers was. No longer were they filled with the hustle-and-bustle of fellow caretakers and people she could call friend. She was alone, left to brood over the burden now placed on her shoulders.

A burden that was now compounded by the upcoming Starlight Festival; the Cove's annual event to announce the arrival of Spring. What Emma planned to do for it, however, was still up in the air.

Taking a seat in her worn, faux leather chair, Emma turned on her laptop in the pursuit of research. She desperately needed to make this year a success. Even if she was alone, and only the worse seemed to come, Emma still had to give it her all. She couldn't let the reality of the situation crush her treasured dreams.

Of course, they were bound to be crushed anyway. But if she did what she could, then that was all that mattered to Emma.

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