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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

[lowlands]

[Netherlands originally didn't mean to do more except look when he heard the woman speak but he became interested when he spotted what she was holding. Obviously this could only mean one thing and the Netherlands wasn't aware that there was a black market in this world. Skip the details, he can tell what it is just be the general look of it.]

You just said somebody gave that to you. Who?

[ex_diplomacy861]

[Giving him a once-over, she raised the organ carefully to inspect it with him in view.]

I don't know. The coral, perhaps? It is supposed to be the deity of this place.

[She wanted a panacea, and a pancreas answered her prayers. Quite literally.]

[lowlands]

[The coral gave you that.

...Sure.]

How?

[ex_diplomacy861]

[Yup.]

This [and she moves her hand holding the organ] simply appeared before me. The hows are beyond me.

[lowlands]

[THIS IS EVASIVE SPEAK, ISN'T IT. The market which you've bought this from doesn't "exist". Gotcha. Well he can roll with that. He speaks this language!]

Where did you go for that?

[ex_diplomacy861]

[And she speaks a completely different language. Well done, good sir.]

The Nostalgia Nook. It's in the center of the lower district.

[lowlands]

[He nods, making a mental note. Lower district sounds promising!]

Alright. One more thing, how much?

[ex_diplomacy861]

[Are you going to black market it up, Netherlands -- ]

. . . good question. I should think a sizable amount. More than I intended to spend, anyway. This wasn't what I was supposed to buy.

[lowlands]

[He's just getting involved in Vatheon's local trade scene! Nothing fishy about that. Since when was hard work and initiative a bad thing?

The country stares at her without reaction for a few seconds before the line across his forehead deepens. While he's not surprised by that answer, it's a bit vague. Of course, he's assuming that she wanted perhaps...a more vital organ.]

Not surprising. Which way is the lower district?

[Cause he got all the info he needs so now he will go collect.]

[ex_diplomacy861]

[She gestures in the direction of the pathway to the lower district with a free hand.]

That way. Be careful to articulate what you want.

[lowlands]

I know.

[If you squint really, really, really, reeeeaaaally hard, there's a fond smirk on his lips. He knows how to play this game. He just...doesn't know about the money ordeal yet.]

[ex_diplomacy861]

[Poor you. There will be a heavy fee to go with that.]

If that's all . . .

[lowlands]

[Yeah, yeah. That's nice. He's already briskly on his way without so much as a goodbye or an introduction.]