After thinking on it for a bit, Mélodie decided that getting a bike would be her best bet. It'd probably be cheaper in the long run than using the buses, but it wouldn't be so expensive that she'd blow almost all of her remaining money on it. She could always look into getting a moped later, after she had a source of income.
So there was just the matter of finding a bike shop that was within her budget. There was that one downtown, next to the gym, but it was far too expensive to even consider. She did a quick search on her phone and found one other one in town. It was... Oh, it was also downtown, right on the other side of the big tree from the bubble shop that Iris worked at. She hadn't even noticed it there when she was exploring yesterday. That was convenient, she could stop by and say hi to her while she was in the area, and maybe show her the book that she had just bought.
She skimmed through its pages as she ate her lunch. Most of the stuff in the introductory chapters was just foundational information on how Gifts worked - they were innate to all humans but not to other sentient creatures, they stop working outside of the presence of the Blue Moon, which was why they all disappeared until it came back with the Quake, they aren't genetic, they're a type of magic, blah, blah, blah... That stuff was common knowledge even among people who didn't really know anything about magic, so she didn't pay much attention to it. She was more interested in the actual mechanics of how to turn your Gift off.
It turned out to be pretty simple, in fact. Gifts were essentially a magic spell that you cast continuously and unconsciously, so in order to turn it off you had to learn to control this subconscious process, in a sort of similar way to how you needed to control your thoughts and emotions in order to do the conscious sorts of magic that Mélodie knew how to do. She didn't think that she would have much difficulty with it, but for someone who was not familiar with spellcasting, like Iris, there would probably be a lot of practice necessary before it clicked.
Maybe she could help her with it? It would be tricky to do that without revealing too much, but the prospect of helping a cute girl use magic to make her boobs bigger had a lot of appeal for Mélodie. Oh well, she could show her the book at least, and see where things went from there.
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Returning the car went smoothly. The rental place turned out to be on the edge of the downtown area, about half a mile away from the bike shop. Once she got there she handed the keys over to a bored-looking employee with purple skin who did a brief inspection of it out in the parking lot, and, finding nothing wrong with it, gave Mélodie a receipt. Easy peasy.
The Tree was quite a convenient landmark. It was tall enough that it was visible from anywhere downtown, and since both of her destinations were right next to it, she was able to simply walk towards it with no need for a map or directions. As she approached it, she realized that she was starting to feel something: a pleasant little tingle, deep in her breasts. Was that going to be an all the time thing? It felt lovely, but it was a bit distracting, even more so because it was getting stronger. By the time that she reached the park surrounding the Tree, it was quite insistent, and the tingling had spread to her nipples.
As surreptitiously as she could, she adjusted her bra slightly underneath her top. "Easy now," she muttered to herself. She would have liked to take a break to try emptying them once again, to see how much milk she'd made in the few hours since the last time, but she had shit to do. That could come later.
When she entered the tea shop, she was a bit disappointed to discover that Iris wasn't the one behind the counter taking orders. Instead, it was Cat, the surly manager with the fiery hair, and behind her making drinks was a tall, gangly guy who Mélodie hadn't seen before.
"Hi," said Mélodie brightly as she approached the counter. "Is Iris here today?"
Cat looked at her, her expression unreadable. "She had a shift this morning, but she's off now. Can I get you anything?"
"Ah. Oh well. I'll have a strawberry fruit tea, please."
"Comin' right up." Cat rang up the sale in the register, and as Mélodie was paying, she looked at her with her odd, tired gaze. "Hey, you're Mélodie, right?"
"I am! Did Iris mention me?"
"Yeah. Said you're looking for a job. You know how to make drinks?"
Mélodie looked over at the guy, who was pouring the already-made tea into a cup for her from a pitcher and adding a bit of sugar. "I think I can manage. I'm a quick learner."
Cat grunted in what might have been annoyance or approval. She was hard to read, this woman. "I got a shift open, Wednesdays through Saturdays from 5 PM to 10 PM. Can't flex those hours, unfortunately, but it's yours if you want it. Interested?"
Mélodie blinked. "Wh- what, just like that? Don't you want to do an interview or something?"
"Nah. Iris says you're good people, that's good enough for me."
"Oh. Um. Well, how much does it pay?"
"Five bucks an hour, plus tips. If the tips aren't enough to get you to minimum wage I gotta pay the difference, but that usually doesn't happen."
"Is that legal?" Mélodie asked, surprised.
Cat grunted. "If you don't like it, don't take the job."
She felt herself blush. "Um, sorry, I didn't mean to insinuate anything. Could I have a day or two to think about it? I sort of have other job prospects that I haven't heard back from yet."
"I can hold it for you for two days. If I don't hear from you by Tuesday I'm gonna start calling other applicants."
"Fair enough," said Mélodie. She didn't expect to hear back from either Linette or Naomi by Tuesday, but it would give her some time to consider, at least. "You, uh, must really trust Iris's judgment, huh? Not that I think that hiring me would be a bad decision, mind you."
"'Course I do," she said dismissively. "She's my niece."
"Oooh." Now that Mélodie knew that, she could sort of see the resemblance. They had the same eyes, and she imagined that Cat probably looked quite similar to Iris when she was her age. "Well, I'll have to thank her for putting in a good word for me. And thank you for the offer. I'll definitely consider it."
"Mm-hmm," said Cat. "I'd chat with you a bit, but..." She gestured behind Mélodie, where a line was quickly starting to form. Geez, that happened quickly here, huh? With one last "Thank you!" she gathered up her drink and stepped outside.
Well, that was unexpected. This job search was going fantastically well so far - two out of three potential prospects were working out into possible offers, and one was a confirmed offer. And one of those she hadn't even been expecting, so really, it was like she'd had three successes out of two tries. She had a 150% success rate.
The thought buoyed her spirits. Smiling, she decided to walk a lap around the Tree while she finished her tea before checking out the bike shop. Her boobs still tingled, but she was getting used to it now, and decided that it was thoroughly enjoyable feeling. It did seem to have come back rather suddenly though - after she had emptied them they went back to feeling how they always had, but now she was suddenly very aware of how they bobbed and moved ever so slightly with each of her steps, slowly filling up with milk and...
Oh, geez, she was starting to get hard. Calm down, Mélodie, she thought to herself. She was just in such a good mood, the first one she had really experienced since arriving here, and the tea was so delicious, and her boobs felt so good, and...
Oh, hey, there was a garden here. It was tucked away, sort of halfway-sheltered by one of the enormous roots of the giant tree. There were tomatoes, a couple of strawberry plants, a bunch of cucumbers growing on vines, some stalks of corn, and so much more. It was a whole cornucopia. Whoever was tending to this little food garden was doing a good job, too: the tomatoes were plump and fat, some of the strawberries were nearly as big as Mélodie's fist, the cucumbers and corn were plentiful... Everything here was growing bountifully.
The whole setup was surrounded by one of those little garden fences that were more for decoration than anything else, and nailed into the root of the tree above everything was a sign. Blanchepierre's Community Food Garden - Free to everyone! Take what you need. No pesticides used, everything is 100% natural. No donations needed, seeds appreciated. Below that there was a box. Inside were a whole bunch of seeds. Some of them were in packages, but others were just scattered loose in there. And despite the sign, there was some money in there too.
Well, that was nice! Mélodie picked one of the strawberries off the plant and took a look at it. It was plump and brilliantly red and looked delicious, so she popped it into her mouth. It was the perfect combination of sweet and tart, almost better than the tea. Almost. She would have to keep this place in mind for later - if she had trouble paying for food at any point it could be a good way to fill herself up.
She continued on, sipping at her tea as she walked around the park. There were trees here, sparsely planted, and all of them dwarfed by the Tree, but it made for quite a bit of shade in the August heat. It was easy to see why this place was so popular. There were dozens of other people here in the park, some of them running and exercising, some of them studying or reading, some of them simply napping. About half a dozen food trucks were parked at the edges of it, on the street, and within the bounds of the park, in one corner, there was a lane of small tents and stalls set up, though nobody seemed to be manning any of them at the moment. Perhaps there was a market that opened up here later? She would have to check that out sometime.
Well, that was a nice little break, but she had business to attend to. Finishing off her tea, she tossed the cup in a recycling bin and made her way over to the bike shop. It was called 'Blanchepierre Bikes'. Astoundingly uncreative name, but the bikes on display out front and in the window looked decent enough.
Finding a good bike to buy turned out to be pretty simple. The store wasn't particularly small, but it felt cramped due to the sheer amount of merchandise they had on display. There were bikes on racks all over the floor and hanging from the walls, and what little space wasn't dedicated to bikes was holding paraphernalia: helmets, tires, and the like. Without much searching, Mélodie found a winner. There was an old street bike hanging from the ceiling. It was clearly used and a bit scuffed up, but it still looked to be in pretty good condition. Usable, anyway. And the price tag was only $200, which made it one of the cheapest ones there.
So she bought it. As well as a helmet, a bike lock, and some cheap lights to put on it for night riding, which she figured she was probably going to have to do at some point. It cost her $250 all told, which left her with a bit over $400 to last her... Until she managed to find a job and get some income. She was going to have to conserve that as much as she could. Perhaps it would be best to accept the job at the tea shop right away, just to get some income flowing in, even if it wouldn't come close to paying for all of her living expenses. Then again, she'd feel like a bit of a heel if she did that and then had to quit immediately because she got a better offer, since Iris really hadn’t had to talk her up to Cat like she apparently did.
It was something to think about. For now, Mélodie wanted to get the hang of her new transportation. Biking back to the apartment would probably be a good way to do that. Maybe if she was lucky one or both of the neighbors would be there, too. She had a question or two for Rose, and she was still interested in figuring out what Yuriko's deal was. She put on her helmet and awkwardly tied the plastic bag that the book came in to one of the handlebars, and then she was off.
The bike was a little janky. The brakes were a bit worn-down and gearshift was a little sticky, but it shifted gears when she needed it to and stopped quickly enough to not be dangerous, so it would do just fine. One thing that immediately became apparent to her was that since this whole town (or what she had seen of it, anyway) was entirely flat, she wouldn't have to deal with any exhausting hills. So there was that, at least.
The trip from downtown to her apartment, which had been an hour-long walk yesterday, took only about fifteen minutes on her new bike. A marked improvement! And on top of that, she wasn't a sweaty mess when she arrived. The tingling in her chest was getting harder and harder to ignore, though. Had it built up this quickly the first time? It was hard to say, but it felt like it was going faster now. That was... Odd. Exciting, but odd. Maybe the fact that she found it exciting was, itself, the reason that her lactation seemed to be speeding up?
She'd find out when she got back into apartment. She pulled up to the parking lot and was pleased to discover that Yuriko and Rose were both there. They were unloading a very large and very old table from a pickup truck. Or, at least, they were trying to. The table was very large and made of solid dark wood, and even though its legs had been removed and were sitting in the truck bed, the two of them seemed to be having trouble with it.
"Bonjour les voisines!" said Mélodie brightly as she approached. "Do you need help with that?"
"Oh, hi Mélodie!" said Rose, just as brightly. "Yes, please, if you don't mind."
"Not at all!" Mélodie locked her bike up on one of the wooden support posts that held up the second-floor balcony and leapt into action. "I'll take one side of it. I can, uh..." She was trying to think of a way to tell Yuriko she should probably sit this one out. Her chest, while magnificent, would make it extremely difficult for her to hold on to half of the table. She would basically have to lift it all the way above her boobs in order to keep them from getting in the way, and this thing was big and heavy enough that it would be extremely difficult.
Luckily, she didn't need Mélodie to say it. "Thank God," she said with a sigh as she abandoned her half and let Mélodie take over.
It took a full ten minutes of grunting and sweat, and a whole lot of "This way. No, to the left. Okay, push. Too far!" but they finally got the thing up all three flights of stairs to the fourth floor, where Mélodie promptly collapsed against the table, breathing heavily.
"Phew!" she said. "That was quite a workout."
"Thanks for that," said Rose, equally exhausted. A few errant strands of her hair were stuck to her sweat-soaked face. "God damn. I swear, this thing felt way lighter when we were loading it up."
"That's 'cause my dad and uncle were both helping us," said Yuriko. Who was, of course, completely fine. "Sorry I couldn't really help. It's just, you know." She looked down at her enormous chest. She was wearing yoga pants and an extra large T-shirt that was quite loose around her arms and shoulders, but stretched to its absolute limit by her chest. The words BPU - Love Your Body! were warped to be far wider than they were supposed to be.
"It's no problem," said Mélodie with a wave of her hand. "I'm happy to help. But, uh. Is this thing going to fit inside your apartment? It's very big, and you didn't seem to have much space in there."
"It will," said Rose. "We made sure to measure it before Lilly's parents gave it to us. We need to move our old table out of there first, but that'll be easy. It's tiny." An idea seemed to occur to her. "Hey, actually, do you want our old table? We were just going to donate it to a thrift store. It'd save us the drive over there if you want it."
"Sure!" said Mélodie. She'd take any free furniture she could get. "I would say that I would go clear some space in my apartment for it, but there's nothing in there at the moment."
"Sounds good," said Rose. "By the way, if you need furniture, I'd recommend hitting up the thrift stores in town. There's three of them, and a lot of the stuff they have in there is kind of crap, but if you get lucky you can score some good finds. That's how Lilly and I got our couch. It was only a hundred bucks!"
"That's good to know, I'll keep it in mind." She stopped leaning on the table, stood up straight and stretched. "Phew! Alright, let's move that old table into my apartment, then I'll help you move this into yours."
Yuriko and Rose were, suddenly, both staring at her, eyebrows raised.
"What?" said Mélodie. She followed their eyes down to her own chest. "Ah..."
Her top was soaked. There were two very large and very noticeable stains on the front of it. The table pressing up against her chest must have set them off. It was the situation at the gym all over again, except this time there was no fantastically busty topless girl with a glowing boob to distract them from her.
She sheepishly covered her chest with her arm. "Yeah, uh. This sort of started happening today. I'm not sure how to deal with it yet."
Yuriko and Rose looked at each other, and there was something communicated in that look. "Okay," said Yuriko. "First, you're gonna want to get some pads. They're these little circular bits of really absorbent fabric that you put in your bra to catch leaks. You can get disposable ones, but I recommend springing for the reusable kind. You just take 'em out of your bra at the end of the day, wring 'em out, and toss them in your hamper to wash with your laundry. Second, you'll want to avoid putting pressure on your boobs if you can avoid it, like you, uh. Sort of just did. It's generally okay if you're empty, but if you're anything like me, when you're full it won't take much to set 'em off. Third, you'll probably want to get a breast pump. You can get a cheap shitty one for like twenty bucks, but those'll only do one boob at a time, and your hand will get sore real fast. If you want to keep your milk going I'd recommend an electric pump that can do both boobs at once. They're expensive, but they're so much easier than hand pumps."
"You'll also want to avoid screaming babies," said Rose. "It's the weirdest shit, but it'll set them off even if you've never had a kid."
"Oh my god, yeah!" said Yuriko. "That totally happens and it's really annoying. Oh, also! Stay the hell away from the Tree."
"What?" said Mélodie, suddenly alarmed. "Why? What's wrong with it?"
"There's some sort of, like, fertility magic in it. It doesn't really do much if you just, like, walk past it, but if you hang around it for more than like an hour or so you'll just be..." Yuriko mimed a pair of geysers springing from her breasts. "Fwoosh. It's not permanent, but it can ruin your plans for an evening if you don't expect it."
"Or improve them, depending on what you're into," said Rose with a grin.
Mélodie couldn't help but laugh a little bit. "You two, uh... You know a lot about this, huh?"
Without a word, Yuriko reached down underneath her shirt. She could see her fumbling around under her bra beneath it, until finally she pulled out one of the pads that she had just mentioned. It must have been custom made, because it was huge - big enough that it could have covered one of Mélodie's breasts in its entirety. Yuriko squeezed it, and an absolute torrent of milk spilled out from it onto the concrete floor of the balcony, far more than she would have expected the pad to be able to hold. "Yup," she said, deadpan. "I've got a lot of experience."
Mélodie's eyes were wide. "Oh my god. Is that all from just now, when you were getting the table out of the truck?"
"Nah. This is a few hours of build-up."
"Still. Wow."
"Yeah. I, uh. Make a lot more than most people. I tend to leak a lot, too. You probably won't have to deal with it as much as I do."
"I appreciate the advice, though. I, euh. I'm going to..." She gestured vaguely at her own apartment door.
"Yeah, of course!" said Rose. "I'll leave the old table outside of your door. It's really light, so I can move it no problem. I think that we can handle getting this bad boy the rest of the way in from here. Merci de votre aide!"
"De rien." Mélodie scurried into her apartment and leaned against the door. Wow. That was... A lot. A wave of legitimately helpful and useful information was not the reaction she would have expected in that situation, but she was grateful for it. She was also grateful that neither of them had asked why she was suddenly lactating, although, really, it probably wasn't a mystery to them. Everyone knew how Self-Realization worked.
Christ, she needed to get out of these jeans. She fumbled with the zipper, hurriedly pulling them down. Her cock was straining at her underwear, which was already slightly stained with a bit of precum. Seeing Yuriko squeeze that pad out had done a number on her. God, and her boobs were still leaking, too.
She hurried to the bathroom, stripping along the way. Once she was safely inside the shower, she squeezed her breasts a bit, and gasped as she...
Well, they weren't streams yet. But the drops were really coming quickly this time! Yuriko really hadn't been kidding about that tree. She was going to have to keep that in mind for the future. Cat had more or less just handed her a job, but doing that job would be difficult if being there made her boobs do this after just a few minutes. As hot as the idea of stopping for a milk break every hour was, it probably wasn't tenable for holding down steady employment.
She wondered if she had left most of the milk that she had produced this time around on her shirt. The stains were pretty big, and the drops were already starting to slow down, so that was a distinct possibility. The drops of precum from her dick were just getting started, though. She didn't often masturbate two times in one day, but today was proving to be exceptional, so why not? She wrapped her fingers gently around it, and...
There was a knock at her front door. Damn. Alright, alright. She put her pants back on, as well as a fresh bra and T-shirt, and opened the door.
It was Yuriko. She was naked, except for the dense covering of leaves and flowers hanging from the vines that entwined her body. She looked up at Mélodie, and her eyes opened just a sliver. Beneath the lids there was a brilliant yellow glow.
And then Mélodie blinked, and she was wearing her overstretched T-shirt and yoga pants once again. "Hey," she said. Her eyes were still brilliantly yellow, but they weren't glowing anymore. "I thought these might useful to you." She opened the box that she was holding. Mélodie, still struck by the vision she had just seen, blinked dumbly at the contents.
It was two breast pumps. They were the hand-operated kind. "I have two electric pumps now. One's my main and one's my backup, so I haven't used these in ages," said Yuriko. "I don't really need them anymore. They're yours if you don't mind the fact that, you know. My boobs have been in them. They have been washed very thoroughly, if that matters to you.
"Oh. Um." Melodie tentatively reached out to take the box. "I guess not. Thank you, this is incredibly nice of you."
"Eh, use 'em for a while, and when you start to get carpal tunnel you'll see why I don't anymore. I figured it'd be better for you than nothing, though." She shrugged.
"These bottles are really big," said Mélodie. "500 milliliters each? That seems like a lot."
"It is," she said nonchalantly. "Oh, there's a few different sizes of flanges in there, too. You'll probably want to use one of the smaller sets if the ones that are already attached are uncomfortable. It shouldn't hurt to pump."
"I'll keep that in mind. Um... This is a weird question, but did you notice anything when I opened the door just now?"
"Nnno?" Yuriko looked confused. "You changed your shirt, but, I mean, I know why you did that."
"Yeah, uh..."
"It doesn't look like you're leaking anymore, if that's what you're worried about."
"Yeah, that's it. Well, thank you for this. I'm sure it will make things easier."
"No problem. And hey, by the way, if you're interested, Rose and I are having a little get-together tonight. We do a game night with our friends every week. Basically, we just sit around and get a little drunk and play video and board games. That's kinda what the new table is for - our old one wasn't big enough to seat more than four people. If you're interested, you're welcome to join us. Just come on over when you notice a bunch of people knocking on our door, which should start happening at, like, five-ish."
"Oh. That sounds fun! Thank you, I may do that."
"Yup. Anyway, see you around." With that, Yuriko went back to her apartment. Mélodie saw that Rose had, apparently, gotten the new table inside, and their old one - a cheap little metal-and-plastic affair, was leaning against the wall next to her door. Mélodie took it inside and set it up in the little tiled area next to the kitchenette. That was nice! Now she just needed a bed and a couch and a couple of chairs and a television and a stand for that television and...
Alright, well, one step at a time. It was only her second full day here and she was already making progress. She was astounded at how well her job hunt today had gone. Still, she had work she still needed to do. She checked the time. 2:30. So she still had a few hours before Yuriko and Rose's party started, if she wanted to go to that. The idea was appealing, but so was the idea of hanging out with Iris a bit more. She had some things that she wanted to talk to her about now. She could also see if Naomi, the four-boobed witch, wanted to chill, since she had her phone number.
But first, she needed to get in contact with Quick. Her interview at All Shapes and Sizes had been promising, but that promise was going to go right out the window if she didn't find a way to pass that background check.
-~o~-Time's up! What've we got?
Weird, it̸ ̴l̴o̶o̶k̴s̴ ̶l̴i̷k̵e̴ ̴t̴h̷e̷r̵e̵ w̶̺͒a̸̩̓s̷͓͊ s̷̥̑͛ͅơ̵̗̿r̶̡͛t̴̡͚͆ ̴̨̽ͅȏ̶͜f̵̯̜̏͠ ̶̦́g̵͚̤̈́͘l̸̛̗̱͊i̶̘͘t̶̗͘ċ̵͓̣̾h̵̥͍͛ ̷̧̛̿ẘ̸̝̭i̸͈̜̾t̶͉̼̃h̵̢̆ ̷͈̻͕̓t̵̛̮̗̝̙͔͐̂̕h̸̰̮̍̓̈́͌̕è̵̡̞̺̯̒̈́ ̶͈͓̜̈́̊͗͌p̴̭̜̥͚̘͚̏̒ơ̷͕̠̂l̵̨͕̖̞̪̪̅̑̓̿͠l̷̲̪̱͍̼̫̃̄.̶̨̫͉̼́̐̽̚I̶̮̗̯̠̰͉̥̓͋̎͌͝'̸̨̬͕̳͍̔̐̈́'̵͖̼̥̲̲͋̈́m̶̟͕̲̌͜ṅ̷̡͍͐͝õ̵̜̀ ̸̨̺̼̫̝̹̈́̈́͗͘̕͜t̵̩̖̝͔̐̔ ̴̯́̇ͅs̸͚̈̈́́͝s̷͉̘͋̋̈̃͐̏͑u̸̯̞͌̌́́̓r̶̛̠̝̖̤̾̌͋̈́͋͘͜e̸̗̖̾̓͆̐͒͝͝ ̷̗̠̗̑̿̋̓͂ẅ̶̯͉͓̦̗́͌͗̾̚ĥ̶̲͖̿̽ ̴̯͑̓̉̕y̶̡̲̦̒t̵̞̘͇͂ ̸̼͎͎̈ḩ̶͖̹̳̲̲̞͕̯̗̎ë̵̛̟̫́͗̌̔͆̇ ̶͉̒̎͊̉̾̈̇ ̷̧̧̡̛̫͖̯̪̤̂̈́̓̅͑̉̂͗̚̚͝r̸̛̖̞̭̟͑̂̃̑̏͌́̀̓̄ṙ̷̨̜̙̘̍̈́͌̿ŗ̶̻̠͆̕e̸̲̋̏̃̈̾̑͝ ̵̢͇͓̞̝͉̘̑̿̀͗̽͊̂̿̿̿͝'̷̨̧̧̛̬̫̘̼̞̄̀͑͐̑̀͑̓̑s̸̥̯̙͗̃̄̇̄͜ͅ ̴̟͕̳̖̗̿͑̽͐̀̿͑͠A̷̼̘̮̩͇̔̇a̵̡͉͈̯͓̜̒͐̈̇̎̃ ̴̢̡͉̻͔̙͙̻̼͇͕̜̍̆̀́̑͒̊͝f̵͎̫̜̥͉̳͖̻̻̭̼́̈́̒̓̂͊̾͠͠ͅo̵̠̲̻̊͊̇͗͛͂̃͘͝u̶̖̠͕̪͍̺͆͛Ụ̷̧̮̙̤͇̼͈͔̟̃͂͗̚r̵̘͕̘̼͆̿̽̑̎̈͝ͅ ̴̬͇̝̂͛͑̏́̽̐͑̓̑͜ ̶̢̳̺͇́̉̏̒͊̍̿̿̂͝ţ̵̭̮̝̲́̈̐̚h̷̪͕̻́͛̚h̴̺̏͌͗̓́̂͘͘̚͜h̸̰͎̖̻̹̻̄̋͝ ̵̥͇̭̿͛̈́͊̈̂͝o̸̢̟̜̟͓̲͝ ̸̨̻̪̫̺́̋͘ ̷͉̺̗͖̎̈́͆͝ ̶̣̱̫̹̗͎̝̓̾͌͆̑̅͛̔́͜ͅP̶̡̥̲̮̺̐̽̍̆͒̄͆̚T̶͓̘̯́͐̒̃̿͜ ̵̧̬̰͙̣̮̭͖̣̠͉͛̃̀̈́̏̅̋̈́̆̿͛̚͜ḯ̷̧͚̖̣͕̘̠̇̓͂̀̃̈́̈́̐̀̕ǫ̴̯͔̥̈́́͒n̷̨̮̼̰͓͈̦̪̩̠̰̝̋̅͐̀͝͝͠n̵͉͔̭̘̦͚̗̥̯͉̈͒̇̈́̈́̚͝͝ ̷̜̥̠̗͕̬̅̆̔̄̑͂̃͑̅͑͝͠n̵̝͊̽͑̓̆̂̀̈͝h̸̢̩̼͇͌̈́e̶̤̗̎͌ ̶̙͆̆͒ ̷̨͓̥̮͎̩͇͂̉̄͛̂̐͋͂̈̓͜ ̸̢̖̣͕̹̗͈̠̒͜ͅŖ̴̢͔̟̜͚̩͒̄̆̂ȩ̴̛̻̟͍̗̙̰̰̝̟̳͒̈́̈̉̏̇̂̀̀̏̊͜?̵̢̰̜͇͈̥̼͎͎̀̈́̏̾͂̄̕͘T̸̨͎̩̱͓̣͎̖̪̖̘͐͊̏̑͌̌̏̄̅̆͒̾͂̔̈́̄̚̕t̷̡̛̛͍̬̘̘͉͔̠͇̻̗̫̲̩̤̖̩̾̊̎̿͑̓̃́͌̀͋̑̇̀̊̐̈́̀͂̊̓͑͐͘͜T̸̤͖̐̀̌͌̆͆͊͘ ̵̡̡̢̛̮̝̣̘͔̟̏̐̔̀̉̀̌͊̄̇̔̃̅͋͑̅̇̅̾̓͒̀̎͠͠͠ͅh̸̡̛̬̰̖͖̤̲͉̠̰̝̽̑̒͜͝ͅ ̵̢̛͈̯̪̮̭̳̺̜͖̾͂̎̿̃̈͆͛̊̇͆̄̋͊̓̍̓̄̇̅̕͘̕͝͝͝ͅȩ̵̛̖̙̯̻̩̤̱̰̥͎̙͍̯̫̳͇̻͔̘̈́̓̀̃̋͋̽̏̏͆͂̇͊͂̈́̅̊̕͜͝r̶̞̩̪̂̎͊̌͒̃̽̑̃̈́ŕ̷̨̩̥͙̻̙̭̤̻̦̄e̷͚̞̬̝̬͖͌̒͑͊̔̐͗̌͑͗͆̿̿̇̍͂̀̐́̃͛̂͆͘͝é̴̢͕̱̯͙͍̳̝͙̼̖̞̝͈̰̥̈̎͛̌̉̈́̈́̔̆̇̀͐͊̂̓͛̚̚̕͝ͅW̶̡̱̪̱̩͙͖̞̮͕̐̈́͒̿̌̀̈́̋̈̊̉̈́̌́̄̐̃͘͠w̵̨̲̦̘̹̪̞̤̤͈̾͑̒̐̀͊̐̿̍̅̀̅̾̓̊̀̈́͛̋̂̍̇̚ę̴̧̢̘̻̜̜͈͚̞͎̖̠̫̗̘̠̪̀́̔͌̎͑̄́͘͝ ̴̛̬̳̤̦̥̬̀̄́̐̒́̆͗̊̊̇̎̊̽́͆̚r̸̻̲̍̌̇̄̄̽̊͘ě̴̛̯̳̳͉̮̐̔̆̅̌̽̊̕͜͝ͅȇ̵̡̧̙̩̗͉͓̙̣͕͙͓̝͚͇͕̠̻̥̄͜ ̸̢̟̬̞͉̬͐͑͐̽͑́ ̵̧̛͔̤̘̫̺͙̩͛̅́̋̂̋̾̔̈́̇̈́̈̓͌͂̽̕̚͝͠ͅ ̴̛͉̊̒͒̾͋͊͐̍͒̋̇̆͛̀̊̏̍͛̆͗͌̌̔̂͐̐ȏ̵̧͔̬̙͖̥͈̪͖̳̬̣̣̘̜͍͔̯̟̰͚̝̠̪͚̌ͅń̴̹͕͈̝̺̞̰͚̱͓̱͕̞̲̞̱̬̣͕̮͎̯̍͂̂̓͘͜ͅL̵̨̲͎̞̤͙̝̙͔̝̖̲͈̞̪̻͚͕̑̍l̴̛̟̳̙̝̞͓̥͕̘̑͒͂̌̉͊͊̀͊̅͌̑̕͠Y̷̧̛͕̲͓̘̠̣̤͉̣̝̲̺͕̭̠̬̱̲̱͕͉͒͐̃͌̇̽̈́̇͒̄̓̄̌̔̈́̚͝͝͝ͅs̶̢̡͚͇͇͙̲͈̝͍̻̱͓͎̣̰͍͖̳̜̳̞͚͉̊͐̊̉̒̀̈́̓͗̿̀̾̎̈́̚͘͘͝s̴̛̤̻̞̙̮̰̞̺̰̗͂͂̔́̏́̆͒͋̃̓̿͒̍̐̾̐̀̓͛̎̚̚̚͜S̴̢̱̰̳͖̬̝̹̯̻̜͕̞͊̑̓̌͑̎̀̏̓̌͐̓̉̈́̔͛̔́̒͜͝͝ͅs̵̨̛̤̥̖̣̤̮̹̲̼͓̳̫̦̖̪̭̞͖̖̭̘̻̭̪̹̾̋̌͂͌̏̈́ͅu̴̥̮͔͙͕̱̳͙̖͕̐̎̔̇́̇̐̔̌̿̀͜ů̴͔͍͎͙̉̈́p̵͚͚͎̺̞̫̭̝̤̤̪̱̰̯͐͊̐̀̎̀Ṗ̶̡̹̝͎͚̣̭͍̣̅̑͜͝o̶̪̞͎̼̦̖̱͓̞̝̊͗̏͌̒̀͛̑͛̎̿͌̅̓̎̓̋͘̚ͅ ̶̡̛̙̬͈̪̟͖̀̉͐̏̍̉͛͊̈́̇̔̆̋̀̾̃̑́͂̈̉͘͠͠š̶̨̢̢̢̛̛͉̗̝̳̙̼̺̝̰͕͔̩͑́͂̏̉̾̅̔̓͋͐̃͐̈́̕̕͝ȩ̷̢̨͎͇̙̱͚̻̠̹̝͔̪̂̆̃̊͛̀͝E̴̢̛̗̱̼̝͇̤̖̟̥̔̒͊̀̾͐͛̀̐̑́̄̅͊͜͠Ḝ̸̡̦̞̺͓͓͖̖͍͖̭̤̙̗̞̦̦͙D̸̢̨̧̨̮̝͖͉̟͓͇͎̗̥̞̦̳͍͉̯̱͙͍͋͋͊̊͒͐̎͋͆̋̓͂̒̋̓͑̏̈̄̄̿͗̚͜͝͠͠D̵̛͉̥̬̮̳̖̰̫̭͑͒̈́̚͜ͅd̶̡̨͓̥͍̗̝͎̥̬̭̮̳̗̳͔͓̯͉̘̠̖̘͓̖̂͠ͅť̷̢̖̜͍͈͍͕͎̭̥̲̗̟̠̙͚̯̻͓̻̠̓̀͌̓̊̓̈́̆͌̔̈͒̏͒̀̊̏̒͊̕͜͝͝ͅ ̷̡̨̡̢̡͇͔͍̭̮̬̮͉̠͇̘̞̭̳͈̱͙̪̹̩̯͋̀́͊̊̐̀͗̍̓̈͋̂̃̀͝ͅö̵̡̢̞̩̝̻̼̫̲̺̜̝̞̖̝̍̀̃̔̿̿̽̉͊̑̾͘͘͘̕̕b̴͕̈́̑̎̈́͊̍͂͊͗͌̓̈́̍̆̈́͋͘͝͠ ̵̲͙͇͉̠͇͖͉̻̰̪̭̠̂͜ͅ ̷̝͉͖̼̦̮̦͚́͂̅͑̆͐̕͘͝e̴̛̠̥̱̬̙̯͓̳̲̮͖̤͚̰̱͍͗̈́͐̃̓̿̆̂͋̕ͅt̵̟́̓̏̄̊̀͑̆̍͝h̶̛̤̺͓̱̙̟͙̰̬͈͈͉̩̯̄̒̂̎̊͊͌̎͋̈͐̃́̒̇͊͜͜ͅR̴̖̲̥͖̩̺̽̄̆̀͐̕͝͠͠r̶̢̨̛͔͙̫͙̫͎̣̻̻͇͙̞͙̖͔̈́̓́̄̿́̌̂͐̑è̸̛̯̟͍͙̥͚͕̘͇͓̫͍̈́̀̔̐̓́̽̎̍̄̆̕̕ë̶̡̛̯̺̫͓̖̭̫͇̹͔͓͔̼̥̊͒̏̃͂͛͌̓́̓̆͋̈́̄̋̅̓̾̂́́̀̅͑
.̴̧͉̹̘̱͖̥̝͔͙̿̓̈́
̷̡̢̩̰͉̱͕̮̲͓̍̉̓̓̈́̒͊̂
̷̜̻̗̩̬̣̖͎̤̩̲͛̃̄͂̊̊͊̉̌̃̕͠͠.̷̺̬̩̬̻̼͍̞̬̪̭̫̥̺͙̐̉ͅ.̶̥͕̞̦͇̖̺̦̣͉̼͔̣͖͖̺̌̈́̚.̸̨̢̖̯̼̯͖̙̟͚̤̟̙͇̼̂̅̋
̶̢̡̧̫̪͔̟̹̼̣͓̫̼̩̟̹́͒͌̽̌̓̇́̕̚͠ͅ
̴̛̯́̑̑̎̔̒̋̂̕̕͠.̶̨̢͙̖̜̩͔̺̘̣̜͈̩̣̂̅͜.̶̧̜̤̤̳̈́͋̾͑͒̀̑̀̏͋̌̕̚.̵̡̨̠͙̟̥̩͉̳̟̣̪̼͕̟͖̈́̑̾͐͐̅̔ͅ.̴̛̣̆̃́̑͊̒̈́̈͝.̷̫̫̦̳̬͇̳͔̘̘̇̅̓̎̀̓̌͑̇̚͝.̷̻̬̣̲̖̭̣͔̘̖̻̗̹͍̒̑̆͒́́͗̄̓͂̚ͅ
Poll time! Who's Mélodie going to hang out with tonight?
-Rose and Yuriko, along with whoever they invite to their game night.
-Iris, they've got some stuff to talk about.
-Naomi, and maybe talk to her about her magic show.
Vote here: https://strawpoll.com/xrq6151ao
As always, if you think that Mélodie should do something that hasn't been
showing up in the polls, feel free to suggest it in a comment down
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