Miss Planner always woke up early, even on her days off. It was very important to her that she got the most out of her time. After a quick shower, she changed into a comfortable pair of slacks and a gray button-up blouse. Then, after tying her hair back with a black ribbon, she ate a protein bar and went outside to enjoy a quick smoke.
The sky of Grandebelle was purple with smog, but the air was crisp. The sun had just started rising, and it felt great to be alive. She lit her first cigarette, inhaled deeply, and savored the sweet chemical taste of Nuke. As she smoked, a gust of wind blew a few stray strands of blonde hair in front of her face. She brushed them out of the way and relaxed in the warm morning sunlight. Then, she went back inside to get started on her chores.
"Good morning, Jessica!" she said cheerfully to the empty living room. "Today is going to be a great day!"
Miss Planner's apartment was small, but she didn't mind one bit. She was small too, so everything seemed like it was the perfect size. The apartment sported a bathroom, kitchen-living room hybrid, a washer and dryer set, and a bedroom, and none of the space was wasted. Miss Planner never cooked anything, so she used the kitchen space to keep the tools to maintain her psychic puppets. The living area served as her office, where she kept paperwork and did research. And, finally, the bedroom was where she slept.
Miss Planner had a strict cleaning schedule. She washed her sheets and bedding weekly because she was very sensitive to dust and dirt. She also vacuumed the carpets and made sure the blinds and all the surfaces were clean. Her tiny body was capable of moving quickly, so it didn't take long to get everything looking perfect.
After cleaning her apartment, Miss Planner took a moment to relax. She sat down on the couch and checked her favorite websites on her laptop. Recently, she'd become very interested in a web forum for psychics called Nukeboards. The site was full of people who wanted to learn about their powers, learn where to buy Nuke, talk with other psychics, or just gossip.
"Wow! This place has been getting more and more interesting every week!" whispered Miss Planner excitedly to herself as she browsed through the forums. She clicked on the link for the latest thread and read it carefully.
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Welcome to Nukeboards, Puppetmaster. It is 10:04 AM. There are 3 unread threads. You have no new messages. ----- Metamorphosis My power is called Metamorphosis. It lets me change my body into whatever form I desire. I've been slowly improving my psychic capacity and physical strength. The next step is creating a new body from scratch. I'm pretty excited about it. Comments (4): Anonymous: Chosen Assassin: Anonymous: Anonymous: ----- CHIHUAHUAS ARE THE SYMBOL OF NUKEBOARDS Chihuahuas are the best dogs ever. They are loyal and adorable. They are also the symbol of Nukeboards. Comments (5): Anonymous: God of Death KNIFEGOD: Nuke King: NUKE Elite Dealer: Reply to NUKE Elite Dealer by Anonymous: ----- White Organizations and Black Organizations Greetings, my fellow Nukanites. A common issue that crops up on the forums is that newbies don't know the difference between white and black organizations. It's actually very simple. White organizations are groups that promote unity between Nukers. They have official representatives and are easy to get in touch with if you need something from them. Black organizations are essentially just enormous gangs of violent maniacs who want to see the entire Nuker community dead. Most Notable White Organization Most Notable Black Organization Comments (4): Nuke King: Chihuahua Maniac: Anonymous: Reply to Anonymous by I'M TIRED OF BEING A LOSER: |
The internet was a great source of information, and there was no shortage of people willing to share their knowledge and advice with others. Miss Planner loved seeing different perspectives, and the discussion threads on Nukeboards provided a lot of useful insight into what the people of Grandebelle were thinking. After she finished checking her websites, she put on her loafers and grabbed her purse. It was time for lunch.
Miss Planner loved the taste of steak, and she wasn't particularly picky about it. Whether the meat was rare, medium-rare, or well-done, she would eat it with a perfect smile on her tiny lips. The main thing that mattered to Miss Planner was getting a good value. Although she was well-compensated for her work as a general manager, it still pained her to pay more than necessary for anything.
The tiny blonde perfectionist was a regular at the 'Wandering Bull' steakhouse, and the staff there knew her by name. When she walked in, they greeted her warmly. She was an easy customer to please, and she made sure to show her appreciation with a tip every time she visited.
"Hello, Jessica. It's good to see you again today. How are you doing?"
"I'm doing just fine, thank you. I slept very well last night."
"It looks like it! Your hair is perfect, too. You look beautiful."
"Thank you, Charles. Could you get me a large rib eye with fries? And a large order of fried shrimp, please. With a beer.”
Maybe the least perfect thing about Miss Planner was her diet. She didn't have the willpower to resist temptation when it presented itself. To her credit, at least she took the time to enjoy every bite. It was a mystery to the world how she kept her perfect figure. Considering her poor diet, high-stress lifestyle, and smoking habit, Miss Planner’s future was very likely to include a heart attack, stroke, or early death.
