The redhead is worried he might disappoint John Sullivan when takes a bite at Chu-e Choi's scrumptious pie and does not die. After all, he trusts the fellow rocket's baking much more than Alexei Ivanov's. Besides, everyone has already eaten his!

“Yeah, I'll save you more of this pie.” He humors the boy Doug as he hurries into the second floor.

But when Michiko frantically goes down, frustrated that there are guests coming, he stands up swallowing the plate of pie and begins assisting the lady of the house.

“Aight. I'll take care of these snoms, I guess.”

In each arm sticks a frosy larva he carefully brings to the ground floor, winking at michiko maeda that he's confident with the job.

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TASK: POKEMON TRANSFER - 0/6

#michiko maeda #John Sullivan #Alexei Ivanov #Chu-e Choi

Relieved when the Trapinch are driven off by another, Orion turns to flash the man a quick and awkward smile. "Thanks."

Unfortunately for Orion, that man recognizes him as a member of the council, and relief sours to discomfort. Was it intended as mockery? It wouldn't be the first time someone had sneered at him due to his job. kris flynn-edwards didn't sound mean-spirited, but politics had taught Orion how easily others could smile as they lied through their teeth. Uncertain of the other's intention, he can only let out a strained laugh.

"I was in the area, figured I might as well pitch in."

Zac Ramsay's criticism of the half-trimmed trees doesn't go unnoticed, and Orion tenses defensively. "I was in the middle of it, but that misty incense brought out all the Trapinch, and then we had to fill the pot holes..."

He trails off, and reluctantly admits to himself that Zac is an accomplished tree-trimmer. Aside from messing up the Roselia that Orion had left incomplete, he'd done a better job than the councilman believed he'd have done himself. Deflated, Orion remembers someone mentioning a pie.

I could go for some pie right about now...

So he does.

One of the pies seems to have been devoured already, so Orion takes out a knife with a Pyroar handle — Oh, cute! — and cuts himself a slice of the other. It's not half-bad, he decides, watching the parade of people marching up and down the stairs. He'll join them after, he thinks. Noticing the Electrike, Orion covers the remaining third of Chu-e Choi's pie with some foil to discourage the dog.

TASK: 'PIEBREAKER - CHU-E' 2/3

Doug nodded along and grinned wide, managing an expert job at feigning interest in the cute lady's husband while fighting off the urgent need to sneeze, the tremendous amounts of dank, stale dust in the air doing crazy things to his non-existent allergies.

"Oh gods... Think we might need-" He began to say just as Michiko excused herself for a phone call, leaving the youth to look around the place wearily as she suddenly launched into a frenzy and left in a hurry.

"-to give this place a dustin', lady." He finished to the absent Michiko, rolling his shoulder in preparation for the job. He had eaten his fill despite doing nothing but change the channel all morning. 'Bout time he started lifting his weight.

He pointed two fingers to his eyes, then to the nearest dusty surface.

"I'll be back." He said as he opened the door behind him, before slamming it closed.

A moment later, it slammed open again.

The young man stood there with a vacuum cleaner and a gas mask, glaring at every corner of the room before flicking at the switch.

A loud noise filled the room as the door was slammed closed behind him once again.

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DOING:
██ Dust Devil (0/1)

TAG: michiko maeda

Gwyar's head snapped in the direction of a wailing lady so quickly, the popping of his spine was audible to those within his immediate vicinity.

The rag in his hand was dropped inside the bucket of water, the man giving the now clean windows one last look, before nodding and turning to Noel, giving the young man a smile.

"Good job, young man." He said.

And then he spun on his heel and once again began to march, his steps thumping over the wooden floors as Man on a Mission's latest hit blared on the TV in the living room.

He could hear the ailing lady in the second floor, and so it was that soon he was stomping up the stairs, ready for anything.

And then a mass of fabric was shoved into his face, something about soap ringing in the air before a small figure darted past.

"Beg your pardon?" He said, barely seeing Michiko's silhouette as she went back to whatever else she was up to, leaving him standing there, blinking.

A dopey smile stretched over his lips, leaning back as he shifted the items in his arms for balance.

"She's lovelier than ever." He said with a sigh, taking a step back.

And tripping on the stairs, his heart almost giving out.

"Eeep-!"

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A blonde man with blood running down his temples arrived to the Laundry room several minutes later, looking around the area sharply while being careful to not let his blood stain the fabrics.

Drats... He had wasted too much time already being unconscious!

"...!" He felt his heart give out once again as his eyes fell upon the washer.

"Oh dear."

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"Just put water and soap inside, and turn the switch?" He asked for the upteenth time, holding a phone between his cheek and shoulder, to the irritable groan on the other side of the line.

"Sorry..." He said, prompting a tirade from the other side as he stuffed the fabrics inside the machine. He flinched, his arms finally free enough to hold the phone away.

Children could be so cruel.

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DOING:
██ Laundry Day (0/2)

TAG: michiko maeda Noelani Kekoa

After being INSULTED that everyone, for some strange reason, would choose Alexei Ivanov's pie over his, Chu-e had decided to be a waste of absolute space and hinder progress instead of help out. That would show them. The only problem was that whenever he tried to play his Match 3 and Gacha games on his phone, none of them would connect. Weird.

Oh, the internet was out. That was probably why.

Sighing, Chu-e got up and brushed past whoever else may be left in the kitchen, following after John Sullivan as the boy was running somewhere with a gas mask. Little did Chu-e know, they were heading for the same place. Doug slammed the door in his face and a moment later it sounded like the young man was fighting a demon inside.

Chu-e make the tactical choice to wait until the sounds of hellfire and screaming were quieted before opening the door.

"Hard time?" He glanced around, finding the boy in the middle like he had just fought a battle in the war and less like he had dusted a room. It was clean now, at least, except for the leaning towers of books all over the place. Slipping inside, Chu-e just went over to his target, the wifi box, and flipped it over to turn it off.

He paused.

A Pyroar sticker was on the bottom. He would have guessed that maybe a child had placed it there, but it was too perfectly centered and straight. There were no air bubbles. This was a professional's job. After a moments consideration, he narrowed his eyes at the sticker before just doing what he came here to do: resetting the router.

That sticker could be someone else's problem.

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Have You Tried Turning It Off And On - Complete!