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 Posted: Fri Apr 01, 2011 12:45 pm
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Posted: Fri Apr 01, 2011 12:47 pm
About Mousse
*Format Vaguely Nicked form Shelly*
Name: Mousse Jubilee Cherry
Stage: Vial
Personality: Pink biggrin
Hobbies: Being on Sherry's desk
Powers/Skills: Being pretty
Likes: Sitting on sherry's desk, being near sweets, being hugged (Sherry likes to hug it)
Dislikes: Being dropped
Mousse's Color: #FF007F
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Posted: Fri Apr 01, 2011 12:48 pm
Mousse's Influences
1. The Magazines - x
The Magazines on Sherry Cherry's desk that she sits and uses as inspiration for designs. She usually sketches out cakes based on the outfits and such in them, and leaves her vial on the magazines while she works.
2. The Toppings - x
The glass containers of Toppings and Ingredients that Sherry Cherry left the vial between while she was working for a while, till the Custard Incident.
3. The Custard - x
A bowl full of custard that the vial got dropped into, panicking Sherry and introducing the vial to Charlie in the "best" way possible. The vial wasn't allowed in the kitchen much after that.
4. The Bear - x
This is the bear that Sherry bought on sale once and keeps on her desk. It's brown and has a heart plush, and Sherry keeps the vial between that at night and while she works some days for safekeeping.
5. The WorkPlace - x
Sherry's home and the stuff around it, the smells and feelings it puts out, permeating every facet of her life.
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Posted: Fri Apr 01, 2011 12:59 pm
 Mousse's Family
Name: Sharon Diana Cherry
Nicknames: Sherry Cherry (she is saving up to officially change it to that, but doesn't have time)
Age: 28
Gender: Female
Family Position: Mommy/Guardian
Status: Single and not looking :3
Occupation: Owns a Bakery/Candy/Ice Cream shop
History: Sharon, called Sherry by her friends and family as a child (since her mother's name was also Sharon) was fascinated with sweets from the time she was very little. The colors, the ways they were made, the different flavors and textures. Eating them was actually the least favorite of her activities with them, even if she liked it anyway. When she was four, she was already helping her mother bake cookies for lunch, or cakes for birthdays. At 6, she had already gotten an easy bake oven and was learning to make fancy artistic detailing in the cakes and icing she made with it. At 10, she already knew all of the workers in every local candy, ice cream and bakery in town by name, and could tell you the list prices of the best items and who to ask for what type of special items.
She was very creative and artistic with all the confections she created, and by the time Sherry was in high school, she was already known as Sherry Cherry the Sweet Queen. While her friends were saving for spring break on the beach and trips abroad for culture and history, Sherry was saving to visit famous candy shops and go try confections in other countries. She went to school majoring in culinary arts and minoring in visual arts, but left after getting her associates, deciding the money she was putting into college would be better put into starting her own business. Within a few years, she'd already started up a local branch with three other employees, and now, with her 2 years till thirty, she has expanded to filling orders all over, and with a ton of employees. Sherry still finds the time for making her own artistic confections between managerial duties, and most attribute that to her endless enthusiasm and work ethic.
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Posted: Fri Apr 01, 2011 1:00 pm
Mousse's Friends
None Yet Cause She's a Vial
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Posted: Fri Apr 01, 2011 1:03 pm
Mousse Arts!Official Well, that vial certainly suits Sherry Cherry!  Awwwwwww, what a sweet little thing! Unofficial
-none yet-
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Posted: Fri Apr 01, 2011 1:09 pm
Mousse's Reqs
Vial > Baby
- 1 Week's Time
* March 31 - April 7
- Meeting to get Vial
* Sweet Enough To Barf - x
- Log Setup
* The Log - x
- The Influences Chosen
* The Magazines - x
* The Toppings - x
* The Custard - x
* The Bear - x
* The WorkPlace - x
- Experiment Vial Transformation
* The Arrival - x
Baby > Child
- 1 Month 1 Week's Time
* April 24 - May 31
- 5 Log Entries
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- 7 RPs
* Eggs and Chocolate - @
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- Checkup Meeting
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Child > Teen
- 1.5 Month's Time
- 8 Log Entries
- 10 RPs
- Checkup Meeting
Teen > Adult
- 2 Months' Time
- 11 Log Entries
- 15 RPs
- Meeting with Nigel & Zak
- At Least 1 Shop Event (ORP or Contest)
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Posted: Fri Apr 01, 2011 1:11 pm
Reserved
Because I said so
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Posted: Fri Apr 01, 2011 1:12 pm
Credits
Shop Concept ©: LollyxBeans & Impy Kun
Shop Name ©: Thaliawen
Shop Art ©: LollyxBeans
Mousse & Sherry's Concept©: Dgcakes
All Other Art ©: Respective Artists (hopefully to be credited under the pieces, unless it was anonymous)
All Other Characters ©: Respective Owners
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Posted: Fri Apr 01, 2011 1:12 pm
The MeetingSweet Enough to Barf - Zak & Sherry - x
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Posted: Sat Apr 23, 2011 12:42 pm
The Influences
1. The Magazines
When she'd first come home with the vial, Sherry had set it carefully between the pages of an open magazine she had on her desk. It was full of differently colored images of models in avaunt-garde outfits and poses, that Sherry had been reading for inspiration. The vial spent the rest of the afternoon between two pages of that book while Sherry continued her work for the day, the vial neatly blending in with the pink and candyish hues of the models' outfits and scenes.
“Having fun looking at the pictures?” the woman joked to the little bottle once she'd finished up for the day and had time to sit down once more.
Zak had asked her if she liked kids – so really, she had a small inkling of what this bottle would become later on. Might as well treat it nice now, so if it turned into a horrible monster, it'd be less likely to kill her. Hell, maybe it'd even be a nice monster. This was what prompted her to set the bottle between each new set of pages as she turned it, letting the little thing “look” at them while she sketched up her ideas.
“What do you think of this one?” she asked the bottle, patting it lightly as she indicated a particular page, “Think that could do well for a layer cake?”
After each little sketch, she showed the vial and pat it, rambling about her ideas as she worked. Really, it was nice to feel she had some company at the very least. When she got up to go to bed, she once again left the bottle between the closed magazine and her sketchbook.
“See you in the morning, little vial.”
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Posted: Sat Apr 23, 2011 1:58 pm
The Influences
2. The Toppings
“Hey little vial, up and attem!' Sherry Cherry cooed to the little pink container of liquid, picking it up from between her books. “Today we're going to be working in the kitchen. I'm gonna keep my eye on you.” she told it with a grin.
Downstairs, she headed into her kitchen to get to work on today's pieces. “Noooooow, where shall I put you?” the woman asked, looking around at all of the stuff. “I don't want to accidentally spill you in a cake or something.” she commented before her eye hit something.
On the one counter, where were all sorts of little glass containers she kept toppings in – colored sugars, sprinkles, chocolate chips, jelly babies, all sorts of odds and ends. “Here, let's put you with your own kind!” she decreed, placing the vial carefully between all the little glass jars. “I'll be able to see you every time I come over to get stuff.”
And off she was, in a flurry, rushing around the room and putting things together to fill today's orders. Every now and then the woman would glance over and grin at the tiny sliver of pink between the other glass jars. “That's a good vial.” she whispered before getting back to work.
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Posted: Sat Apr 23, 2011 2:12 pm
The Influences
3. The Custard
“Oh no!” The shout rung out in the early afternoon as Sherry Cherry stared in annoyance at the mess the teenaged intern had just made.
He had been attempting to carry a container of custard to another table to start putting it in packages so he could take it home to his mother, who'd ordered some. Sadly, the boy was horribly clumsy and had tripped, knocking several glass containers over and spilling their contents. Sherry looked about ready to commit bloody murder, strainedly walking over and picking up the custard.
“Go man the register, Charlie. I'll clean up.” she said stiffly, biting her lip to keep from either yelling at him or being pissed.
The boy, thankfully, knew better than to stick in the room after something like that so Sherry was able to relax in a minute and start cleaning up, looking around for where the vial had gotten to. He'd crashed into the usual place she left it while working but she hadn't heard any glass breaking and it wasn't on the counter. That's when she noticed the small impression line in the top of the yellow filled bowl.
“Ohhhhhhh no.” Sherry sighed, walking over and picking up her tongs, carefully extracting the vial. It was safe, at least, just covered in yellow stuff.
“I bet you think this is funny.” she mumbled, carefully cleaning the thing up and carrying it out of the kitchen, up to her living space. “Stay out of trouble.” she mumbled to it.
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Posted: Sat Apr 23, 2011 2:14 pm
The Influences
4. The Bear
After it had been dropped in custard, Sherry had taken the vial up and set it in the arms of a Teddybear on her desk, between the bear's chest and a silken heart sewn into its grasp. It was a soft fuzzy brown bear with a bright pink heart in hand, that Sherry had bought years ago on sale after Valentine's day.
She had left it there seeing as it was a perfect holding cushion for the item while she was getting the mess cleaned up, but it was also a great place to keep it from falling after. The woman was not keen having the vial in the kitchen if it was so dangerous. She still came up and talked to it and brought it over to her magazines and such to draw, but it was no longer permitted downstairs.
“I don't want you falling again. You could have been hurt.” she told the bottle sourly one day, looking at it as she drew. It didn't really say it was sad being upstairs, but she still felt like she should explain. Really this whole business was odd, but it was her business wasn't it? And she could act kind of crazy if she wanted, dammit! She'd gotten it from a man who teleported her into his house and teleported her out – crazy was allowed.
“Anyway, I think Bearie likes the company.” she told it with a smile, “so you be good and keep him company.”
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Posted: Sat Apr 23, 2011 2:15 pm
The Influences
5. The WorkPlace
It was just an incidental bit of Sherry's home – something she had stopped noticing years ago. But anyone who came into her bakery or her house noticed, it permeated everything. It felt warm and comforting inside from the ovens, and that smell – the smell of fresh goodies.
It wasn't a sickly sweet smell – there was always something tangy on the air at any given point. Lemon juice in this, orange slices on that, polish on the wood. But the hints of cinnamon, of chocolate, of the dough in the ovens, it was all over. But the strangest bit of it, was depending on what room you were in, was how it felt and smelled.
The main front area had a soft warm wooden look to it, and the sweets always smelled tantalizing. They were displayed everywhere from the glass windows and doors. The barest hints of what came from the bakery in the back were there, but mostly, it was a clean air smell and a light warm feeling after a bitter day.
The serving area, added a few years after most of the bakery, was part of a diner that Sherry had bought. It had been failing and needed repair, so she bought it and added it into her own business. There were still servers and cooks for normal food, but the power of the new owners were almost overwhelming. It had large windows and a clean 50s style décor. The diner always felt cool in the summer and smelled of custards and ice cream and such. It felt warm in the winter, with baking cookies and an inviting atmosphere, all the lights dimmed softly at night so it had a more homey feel. Sherry still noticed the smell of lemon meringue whenever she walked in here, though she only ever admitted that to the vial when she brought it in in her pocket.
The kitchen smelled heavily of cookies and cakes, with an intense warmth that made it feel almost frighteningly powerful. It was a flurry of activity, with cakes going in and out, hot treats being prepared day and night. And Sherry was always there at the center, her supplies in their glass jars so she could always tell what was what. She worked with the passion of a furious music conductor, eyes always fixed on her pieces as hands measured almost instinctively the perfect amounts of things. As a prank, once, one of her assistants had put on some Beethoven set to power metal just to prove to a friend that's how she looked when working, and the results had been almost scarily accurate. When she said this was her passion, she meant it.
The workroom was like a colder version of the main kitchen. It was for mixing anything that needed to be cool. There was a large fridge in the back and several tables for mixing, with ingredients kept all around. It always had a smell of pudding to anyone who asked, and in the summer, it was where the ice cream was made, with occasional tours being given to local schools for fund raising. Sherry's intern, Charlie, practically lived back here, since he may be clumsy, but he was great with this sort of thing.
The decorating rooms were practically Sherry's sanctum. Her home may be upstairs, but no one without special permission DARED enter the decorating rooms. Only her most skilled and advanced workers were allowed in here, to do those such pieces. She had hired people specifically for decorating, rather than just simple baking. To Sherry, the design and décor was as much an art as the creation itself, and she wasn't going to let someone who didn't properly care about or understand that do decorating on her pieces. Some claimed this was a rule she'd had since getting a horribly done birthday cake as a child, but Sherry never bothered answering such a question. Still, it left the room feeling a strange perfect coolness, and it always looked so pristine, like a chapel for a wedding. Even the small soft smells of icing or frosting felt tenderly chilled here, like even they feared being wrong for Sherry's wrath. Here the vial could safely be left on the table on days when Sherry worked her art.
The showroom was similarly neat, but no where near the same feel. It was always redecorated depending on the theme of the current show, and the season and holidays dictated that theme. The displays were done neatly and Sherry was not as picky about them, almost casual about these. Where the decorating room was a sacred place, the showroom was a soft and exciting place. The windows around it shown just right so the sun could hit everything perfectly, and for beautiful backdrops at night. The vial was brought in to these places every now and then when Sherry was checking on theme, but it seemed so much more simple – because after all, the true art was done. This was merely a backdrop. It was probably why she didn't mind the soft smell of perfume in this room, just barely covering the smell of finished masterpieces for show and bigger sale.
Last of all were Sherry's rooms in the apartment upstairs. They were all a soft wooden feeling and all nicely warmed because of the ovens below. In the winter, she had to air condition it but that soft warmth and the smells of all the early morning bakings, without the excess all could reach any room in the upper house. It's what woke her with such cheer in the mornings, walking over to pull out the vial, either for just a good morning or to take it with her downstairs – which did happen again once she was more comfortable and had realized it could go into the other rooms okay.
It was all surrounded by this feeling of being one whole, and the tiny smell of sweets no matter where inside or even nearby you were, despite how different each bit was. And it was Sherry's perfect home as well as her vial's. At points, she'd tell the vial about how when it was bigger, she'd help it decorate a room upstairs, and show it all about how to make things and figure out what it liked. This would be home for it too.
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