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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

[aspiring]

[Hi, suspicious person with an organ. Have the owner of said salon.

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... Who the heck are you and what are you doing here?

[ex_diplomacy861]

[Oh, Billy, you're so good with anatomy.]

Is it wrong for a potential customer to window shop?

[Never mind that you can't really window shop for a hair salon.]

[aspiring]

Not much to window shop when it's a salon, ma'am.

And potential customers holding suspicious items make suspicious customers, you know!

[ex_diplomacy861]

[Without so much as missing a beat -- ]

Should I be collecting your heart next?

[aspiring]

[...]

I'd rather you not, as I happen to enjoy living.

[ex_diplomacy861]

Then your eye should be fine.

[aspiring]

I happen to enjoy seeing as well.

[ex_diplomacy861]

Oho. You're a picky one. This [she motions to the pancreas] didn't have that choice.

[aspiring]

I try not to view what I have based on the shortcomings of others.

[ex_diplomacy861]

. . . Really? Then how do you know what you have that's unique to you?

[aspiring]

Well, for starters, I don't think I'm missing... that.

[He gestures to the organ.]

[ex_diplomacy861]

[She glances at the organ.]

Are you sure about that?

[aspiring]

I don't recall selling any of my organs lately!

[ex_diplomacy861]

Who said I bought it?

[aspiring]

... If that's the case, then excuse me for being very, very wary. ♥

[ex_diplomacy861]

[She laughs. Silly boy.]

I'm kidding. I did buy it . . . and not on purpose.

[aspiring]

... How the heck do you accidentally buy something like that?

[ex_diplomacy861]

. . . Anything is possible here. That's how.

[aspiring]

Well, I think I'd know that better than anyone, but this is the first time I've heard of someone accidentally buying an organ here.

[ex_diplomacy861]

There's always a first time for everything. Others might start getting all kinds of organs from here out.

[aspiring]

Ahaha... you'll have to excuse me if I say that I'd really, really rather that not happen.

[ex_diplomacy861]

Worried about where they'd be coming from?

[aspiring]

No, I'm sure Vatheon has its ways of magically supplying them.

But I'm not exactly thrilled at the idea of organs all over the place—and not in a person's body, of course.

[ex_diplomacy861]

You never know. It could be a new fashion statement within the next week. Imagine if someone came into the salon and asked for a style that would allow a heart to sit perfectly on the top of his head!

[aspiring]

I would be highly, highly suspicious if that happened.