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Princess Selphie! Hip Hip Hooray!~
Where: Plaza
When: Any day during curse week.
Style: Any kind!
Status: Open to all peasants!! (ie, everyone)
In the plaza, there is a small group of locals clustered around someone sitting in a chair. Surrounding the chair, on a table, are vases full of flowers, plates full of cakes and a couple of small trinket gifts. Once one of the locals rushes away to go fetch something, Selphie is visible on that chair. She's smiling at the locals who are painting her nails a bright pink colour, and she giggles as another lifts a milkshake with a straw to her lips. On her head is a big, bright, shiny tiara. It had been too nice to ignore and, to be honest, she hasn't tried to take it off. Why would she?
One of the most self-less, generous young women you'll ever meet, taking advantage of everything she can get. She's having a great time getting everything done for her, having everything she wants. And all seems to be going well until...
"You! You missed a spot! You've ruined my whole manicure! Fix it! Now! Or else..."
Who knows what that threat might have been, but she sits up in her chair, smirking to herself as the local apologises and hurries to correct the terrible error.
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Why don't we have a royal celebration, and treat ourselves to champagne? I think we deserve it!
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*Even if ale did sound very uncouth...*
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Of course, they ought to work to please us.
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*Selphie glances at An's hat, wondering if it's making her act a little strange, but says nothing for now*
There is no one more special that a princess and a queen. Although I was here first...
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Indeed, but a Queen is more important than a Princess...