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[ex_diplomacy861]

Who: Shelly and anyone
Where: Lower District → Middle District
When: Afternoon
Style: Either
Status: Open

[Early in the afternoon, Shelly heads down to the lower district as a continuation of a long due exploration. While she's at it, perhaps she can see how effective products from the Nostalgia Nook are. Given the epidemic a while back, how about, say, a panacea for a test run?

The Great Lamufao has other things in mind, apparently, and Shelly stares long and hard at what she just accidentally spent her tokens on.]

. . . You're kidding me. You're giving me that?

[So Shelly returns to the Middle District with a whole new(?) pancreas of her own. Some deity, couldn't it have given it to her in a jar or something? She's going to need new gloves -- not to mention the smell.

But not now. Not when she looks out and one modest building catches her eyes. Peering over the potted plants through the window, she hums.]

A salon . . .

Comments

[redcloakedthief]

[He was seriously just walking by.

Walking by utterly harmlessly.

And then he stops and actually doubletakes.]

Is that an organ?

[ex_diplomacy861]

[She turns, smiles, then holds it up in his direction.]

Want it? It's still fresh.

[redcloakedthief]

Thanks, but I don't think I need one right now.

Where'd you get a hold of that, anyway?

[ex_diplomacy861]

Someone -- or some force -- dumped it in my hands, you could say. I received it in the lower district.

[redcloakedthief]

[What is in the lower distr--

And he laughs.]

You bought an organ at Nostalgia Nook?

[ex_diplomacy861]

I'll have you know that I'd originally intended for a panacea.

[She weighs the hand holding the organ.]

Instead, I got this.

[redcloakedthief]

A panacea, huh...

Well, I'm not sure what that is, but it sounds better than a living organ.

[A pause and he tilts his head.]

Is that still alive?

[ex_diplomacy861]

[At that, she gives the organ a light squeeze.]

It's not moving, if that means anything at all.

[redcloakedthief]

[...ewwww gross.]

So hopefully it's dead then.

That's good to hear.

[ex_diplomacy861]

[She's just that boss.]

You say that as though you're afraid it'll jump up and maul your face.

[redcloakedthief]

How long have you been here?

Because to be honest, I wouldn't trust anything from that coral.

[ex_diplomacy861]

Not very long, I admit . . . So this is from the coral. I'd suspected as much.

[redcloakedthief]

It isn't that impressive of a deduction. Where else would you get an organ from?

...without cutting it out of someone, I mean.

[ex_diplomacy861]

The clinic? But I see your point, and cutting something out of someone is one of the last things I ever plan to do.

[redcloakedthief]

[Snerk.]

You might give someone the opposite impression if you go around carrying livers.

[ex_diplomacy861]

Fair enough. I'd like to see the looks on their faces, at the least, for the entertainment value.

[redcloakedthief]

[...heh.]

The look of terror and disgust on their faces?

I like the way you think.

[ex_diplomacy861]

Of course! A good scare once in a while is worth the effort and time.

[redcloakedthief]

...Hey, what's your name, anyway?

[He totally agrees--]

[ex_diplomacy861]

Shelly Greenhill. Yours?

[redcloakedthief]

You can call me Matthew.

Well then, Shelly Greenhill. Until next time.

[A mock salute and he...strolls away.

Yeah.]

[ex_diplomacy861]

[Matthew.

Right. She'll remember that.]

. . . until then.