MYO-3660: Bex

Bex was just looking for a normal lunch, with normal food. Unfortunately, that didn’t seem to be particularly likely now. She stands outside her current office, looking at the various repulsive food trucks that line the streets and parking spaces. Buns and dolls alike flood the area, and she’s sure the scene is similar in many other parking spaces across Burrowgatory. The ‘food cravings’ trend had gotten far too large for Bex’s liking. What was wrong with fulfilling those cra...

Chanel gracefully approaches the façade of the restaurant where she is set to meet her supposed blind date. This situation reached her through a couple of stray fliers, advertising the Church of Sulfur's matching service, and she'd just gotten her heart broken, so what's the harm in trying something new to divert her from her misery? The suggestion to rendezvous at such a fancy venue might not have been the most prac...

Vadim Romanovich was absolutely running late for his blind date, which wasn’t odd since he was usually late. But he was later than usual. When Azrael had sprung the fact that he’d not only been put into The Church of Sulfur’s blind date pool but that he also had a date that night, he’d been shocked. He knew it was fair, he never did reply to the message that Azrael had sent about letting him know about being signed up or not. Az had said that if he didn�...

Matentines always went extremely well for Bex, with no issues at all. She always had a partner lined up, and always had just… an absolutely fantastic time. There was never any frantic looking for someone to spend time with, and she’s certainly never gotten her heart broken.  Of course, those are all the lies she tells herself (and the people nearby her) before she signs up for the blind date program. And so here ...

It’s Matentines and Bex is doing well, thank you. She’s squared away all her blind-dates to other days, and is traipsing down to the Imporium like any reasonable person would do, clearly. With no ulterior motive at all of spending time with Hutch (that’d be too touchy feely), she had woken up today with the desire to learn more about imp care! She had definitely been thinking of getting another imp, maybe one with a bit more spunk to accompany Memmy. This ...

Bex doesn’t get crushes. That would be silly. Her heart is cold as stone, and her mind is focused only on carats. Sure, she dallies in some stress-relief from time to time, but even that is goal-orientated. Shit, she barely even does friendships. The most you get out of Bex on a good day is some light-hearted surface-level banter, regardless of how many times you’ve talked to her. And even that will be flush with casual lies and half-truths designed to be ex...

During the Mochi Moon festival, Bex decided she was going to do everything she could to avoid being in Dan’s eyesight. Nothing (or at least, not much) against the bun, but she’s extremely sure he’s swamped with work. Everyone in Burrowgatory wanted mochi, and they were more than likely swarming him by the minute. And since the whole point is to make the perfect mochi for Allocer, he was probably putting a lot of focus on that too. ...

As long as she knows she’s getting paid, Bex will do the sorts of things that a more moral bun might frown on. It’s the beginning of the night, and the Rabbit Hole is just beginning to fill out. Only a few buns are in here so far, wandering between the casino and the bar. She’s keeping an eye on them, extremely aware of the state of their wallets. None of them look devastated enough to pounce on, to slide her wa...

The mochi Bex had eaten an abundance of before attending her second (technically third) lesson with Dan was not helping her here. She lifts the hammer up with as much strength as she has, slamming it down with a heavy swing. Dan is sitting across from her in front of the basin. He’s seemingly unafraid of accidentally being hit in the head with the mochi hammer, which Bex commends his bravery for. She’s not weak, o...

“And people like these?” Bex asks, holding an empty martini glass in both hands. In her pocket, Memmy peers out to watch the thrum of movement in this space behind the bar.  “Yes! You wouldn’t believe how many people order them in a day,” Hops swirls around the bar, several bottles in her arms. “It’s abso-lutel-y one of my biggest sells; everyone loves a good Keratini. It’s good, I promise.”...

Maybe Bex is a little more of a pet person than she thought she was.  Memmy sits happily in her pocket, snoozing happily. All that's visible from first glance are the two little purple horns peeking out. The little phloof had pretty much taking up his home there, retreating back whenever he was even a little tired. It was… very cute. Even outside of his original purpose of making Bex look less intimidating, she was...

“Well, I just had to try the real thing again,” Bex says, inflecting as much admiring wonder into her voice as she could. “I’ve been thinking about what I could have done wrong when I made mine and trying to figure out just what I could do to get it like yours…” Dan gives a single solemn nod, as if this was perfectly understandable. “So you came back for further guidance.” ...

On occasion, Bex gets to whatever bar she chooses for the day early to make nice with the bartender. If she’s going to be prowling around looking for possible borrowers, it’s beneficial to be a friendly face. Technically, what she was doing was good for both parties. Bex gets to talk someone into a quick under-the-table loan that they won’t really pay back, and whoever is bartending at the moment gets extravagant tips from someone who doesn’t really unde...

Home cooking is fulfilling, nutritious, and cost effective. At least, that’s what all the research Bex had done online had told her. Of course, logically, it makes sense to her that making things wholesale would be the best way to save money. But the sheer numbers that seemed to be shaved off just by cooking made it… very appealing. Time is money, sure, but more importantly, money is money. ...

Bex hadn’t really ever considered herself a pet person. Nurturing and caring for another creature just… didn’t really fit her whole scheme. Especially if it was nurture and care with no reward. She tends to stray towards extrinsic motivation, and ‘happiness and self fulfillment from owning a pet’ wasn’t ever a consideration. But, as of recently, she’s realized something. One of the reasons she keeps drop...

Bex throws back her Clawdka, and savors the way it burns down her throat. Awful. Too expensive.  Just the way she likes it.  Stirring the glass in one hand, she hears the tell-tale empty scratch of the ice against the glass. Empty. She sets it down on the coaster beside her, leaning back to look at the busy bar.  The Rabbit Ho...