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Kyna really thought that she was starting to get used to living in the city. Sure she missed her family and the level of technology that she was used to, but all in all she figured she was adapting pretty well. Hell, she’d even managed to get a similar job!
But there was one thing that didn’t change. And that was dealing with customers who were jerks. A lot of the customers were understanding of the fact that she was new to their circumstances. Those being, the reality that she now had to take serving an 8ft tall robot, in stride.
But some…some were mean, and rude, and dismissive of the fact that she gave a double take when being asked to make a Motor Oil Mike. Like, bro…. A what??? WHERE WAS SHE SUPPOSED TO GET…IN THE FRIDGE?!? Suffice to say that she didn’t expect to end up covered in car fluids when she took a job at a restaurant…
Kyna sighed as she finally managed to get the last stubborn splotch of cherry juice off of the bar. They were finally closed for the night and she wanted a hot bath and her warm bed. “Thanks for earlier, Ettey…I sometimes feel like the customers are just fucking with me cuz I’m new.”
“You’ll get used to it, dear. We’ll make sure you get a list of all the ingredients we carry.”
“I love the bar tips but the kitchen side recipes are a lot more familiar to me… Anyways, I'm done on this side so I’m gonna head out if that’s alright?”
With a last farewell to her boss and coworkers, Kyna headed for home. She didn’t blink when the sound of jingling metal started up at her side. “Did you have fun working at the restaurant?”
Purrsamon pouted as he leaned against her side. “They made me scrape gum out from under the tables…”
“And empty the smoking bins outside the restaurant.” Kyna reminded. She chuckled at his groan. “You were caught pouring salt in all of the sugar shakers.”
“It was an accident!” Purrsamon protested loudly, rolling his eye.
“I’m sure it was, little buddy. But now you get to see a little of the work that it takes to keep that place looking so nice and neat.” She patted him soothingly on the head.
Purrsamon huffed but leaned into the warm touch with a smile, forgetting his bad mood from being busted at the touch of his tamer. “Yeah, okay. I guess…”
“Now let's get home.”
The monorail ride home had made her sleepier than she expected. Kyna decided to forego the bath for a quick shower, figuring that she’d take a relaxing soak tomorrow since it was her day off. Little did she know, she’d come to regret that in short order.
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A good night’s rest was always beneficial. Her mood was seriously improved after a good sleep and a good meal. Breakfast was a quick fried rice to use up some of the cooked rice and older fridge veggies. She put the rest back in the fridge on the “share shelf” that she and the others had worked out.
But now, it was time for the best part of her day off. Kyna carefully unwrapped the rose scented bath bomb that she’d been saving. It was her last one, and she’d been keeping it for the day after a particularly hard shift. She placed it in the tub and turned the handles before walking away. It didn’t take her too long to pick out new clothes, and she happily undressed, ready to luxuriate.
The first thing that caught her attention was the smell. Had someone not taken out the trash? But for it to come all the way to her bathroom at the other end of the apartment was almost grossly impressive. A quick check of the kitchen revealed everything in order.
She returned to the bathroom in confusion. But a strange green light leaning out under the door gave her pause. That…hadn’t been there before. Kyna slowly opened the door. After the hand spider incident in her last place she wasn’t particularly keen on just brazenly walking in. The light was coming from…the tub? And what was that sound?
Kyna stared at it from a distance for a moment, watching the tub fill with green, glowing liquid. It filled the basin with a choked, and sputtering noise. Almost like trying to fill a bowl with mayonnaise. Yeah…there was no way in hell she was getting into that. At least she hadn’t been in the tub when it started pouring. Her shoulders slumped when she realized that her time for relaxation was very quickly disappearing. “Well at least I didn’t lose anything of…”
Her voice trailed off as she was suddenly filled with despair. The new clothes slipped from her hands as she dashed over to the tub, finally ceasing the flow of toxic sludge from the spigot. As seen through a tinted green film were the remains of her bath bomb, bubbling and fizzling weakly through the goop. The smell of roses twined with the scent of rot, almost making her gag. “No…no please…” She reached out a hand unthinkingly to cup the warm glue-like substance, letting it run out through her fingers.
“MY BATHBOMB!!!”
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Kyna stomped toward city hall, muttering under her breath. No one had warned her about the possibility of radioactive turtle sludge coming out of the pipes. Not to mention that she’d had a horrible day and that was her last bath bomb. Someone was going to speak with her or else there would be blood.
Purrsamon followed gleefully after his tamer. He’d never seen her so angry before. Maybe if he played his cards right she’d even let him cause some chaos. He schooled his expression into something closer to concerned as he caught up to her, tugging lightly at her sleeve. “Hey Kyna? Do you think we’ll get water back soon? You have to wash your uniform for work, right?” He smiled on the inside at the irritation he saw flash in her eyes.
“Don’t worry buddy. We’ll get an answer one way or another. We can’t live like this!” She fixed her gaze on the building, murder on her mind.
"You guys have toxic shit water too, huh?" she placed her hands on her hips, her head tilting to one side, "You would think these motherfuckers would come out here and talk to us."
"Oh hello there--oh hey there Kyna and Purrsa!"
Kyna turned as she realized she was being addressed, forcing her expression into something a bit less murderous. Although the smile was still a bit tense around the edges. “Hey…” She nodded and turned to Hazel. “Bad day. Only enhanced by the addition of pink, rose colored sparkles, to a tub full of jello. The shit feels like glue too. Took half a pack of baby wipes to get it off of my hands…”
She pouted a bit as she listened to Riordan. “Man…now I wish I’d been home when you experienced the tub of wonders. Might’ve saved myself some trouble.”
Purrsamon leaned around Kyna with a bright smile as he saw the other digimon. “Hello! I guess everyone has the gross water stuff!”
Purrsamon’s ears perked up as he heard rustling near them. He turned around, tilting his head to one side when he noticed Eulalie sitting near them. A quick scan of the area showed…No Impmon? That was weird… He padded over to Eulalie, carefully going around her to sit in front of her and wait for her to notice him.
Purrsamon smiled wider once she noticed him, sidling up next to her after reading her note. “Hello!” Well she looked a little better now at least…
He leaned down to rub his cheek against hers, purring slightly. “So where’s Impboss?” He asked, flopping down beside her to butt his head under her hands.
"Sorry about that Kyna, I just kind of locked myself up in my room. Not too used to the glitches and more oddities that aren't the living monsters 'n myths."
That was fair… This place could be a bit intense at times. She’d slept for days after the whole burning building incident… The goggles were cool though after she went back to pay for them.
"...That's one way of putting it, bit of a mess to even drag out," Tam Lin sighed. Tam Lin perked up at the sight of an unfamiliar human, "Hello there."
"Alright, which one of you knows how to dismantle a door from a car? We can use it like a riot shield." Hazel whispered in a strained manner.
The tree's jaw fell from its resting position before he shook his head vigorously.
"Not sure about 'dismantling' but I'm sure if I tackle a door hard enough I could dislodge it decently well," Riordan quietly pointed out.
"Riordan," Tam Lin hissed.
“Sorry…I’m not much for brute force. Maybe we could chant attica until someone comes out?” Kyna scowled at the door. Someone had to come out soon, this crowd was getting ridiculous!
Purrsamon craned his head to read Eulalie’s note as best as he could without moving away from her hands. 'I kinda got lost.. so.. he'll find me eventually! ...Hopefully..' He purred happily as she then gave Purrsamon a chin scratch. His smile fell a bit when she sighed, and he turned to watch her a bit more closely as her hand moved to scratch behind his ear. Aaand, now she was writing again?
'What if we used water balloons filled with this green ooze and threw it at city hall? That would make someone come out and finally talk right?'
He read her note and began to snicker. She…wanted to cause some chaos? He was always down for that.
"While it's not something I would do, I think chanting collectively might be a compromise." Kyna’s smile widened some as Shrubmon agreed with her.
Purrsamon turned to watch Hazel curiously as she peeked at the notepad that was being shown to him. "Yeah, sounds good. But I don't think any of us have water balloons on hand."
A hissing noise drew Kyna’s attention, making her turn along with the other tamers and digimon.
“Psst…! Are you bunch wanting to know more about what’s happening to the water?`` asked a Zasshoumon, creeping out from the nearby alley. Perched on top of his head was a folded hat made of tin-foil, and his eyes appeared enlarged as if they were trying to escape their sockets.
"And people call me 'bananas'.. still, that Digimon sounds like knows what he's talking about." Hazel said. She then put her arm around Eulalie's shoulder. "Last call, If I were you I'd chuck that shit at city hall."
Riordan simply shrugged, "Don't mind either way as long as we--" he bit his tongue. He tilted his head toward Danny.
Raising a feather brow, Tam Lin gave an unimpressed look to Danny, "What do you know?”
“I can tell you everything you need to know,” He hunched over in a paranoid manner, “but not here.” His nubby-plant-hand reached behind his back to retrieve a small business card. After slipping it to Kyna, he tottered backwards, retreating to the shadows from which he came.
The card was unlaminated, worn, and had been crumpled at one point. Reading the text revealed that the weed went by “Danny”, and he was a space lawyer—whatever that was. His e-mail address, listed at [email protected], appeared to be the only way to get in contact with him… until the card was turned over. Scribbled on the back was an address and a time of 20:00.
“So…we’re going, right?” Purrsamon asked, leaving Eulalie’s side and leaning over Kyna’s arm to look at the card.
“I guess so, bud…” Kyna squinted at the alley the plant digimon had disappeared down, highly suspicious. “Guess so…”