MYO-5046: Epsilon

Today was the day that Hops hosted one of her Mixology classes. In a desperate need to acquire more treasures, or more accurately booze, Epsilon decided to attend. She begrudgingly handed over her precious Carats to get this damn recipe book let alone get the class itself. Hopefully her knowledge would make things a whole lot cheaper. She could make drinks from the comfort of her own home. Liquor isn’t too expensive either.    ...

In the corner of the depth of the ballroom stood a monochromatic man, grasping tightly at the flute of champagne that rested in his hands.  Yama's face looked pissed, as if anyone who approached the man would be met with hostility, yet despite his rather angry looking facial expression, he body language was more relaxed.  Shoulders slack, and hands idly toying with flute, as opposed to drinking the contents it held.   ...

Today was Epsilon’s scheduled shopping day. She had to run to the grocery store, pick up some Dango, get a drink from the Rabbit Hole if she had time before her stream began. Deciding to be smart, she started with picking up her tasty treat. That way her groceries wouldn’t be weighing her down while she stood in line at either establishment. And so, she set off. Neptune and Tauri trailing closely behind her. “...

As per usual, Epsilon sat on her bed. Her eyes were closed and she was buried in a thick pile of blankets. It had been a stormy day outside. She hadn’t wanted to do much of anything. But her plans changed as she heard a soft whimper from outside. Curious, she stood up and dusted herself off. First, she checked out her bedroom window but there was nothing there. Just as the bun was about to sit back down, she heard yet another soft whine. With a huff, she stepped out of her room. She looked ...