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vatheon2012-03-06 05:31 pm
ex_diplomacy861) wrote in vatheon2012-03-06 05:31 pm
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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 . . .
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 . . .
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...Sure.]
How?
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This [and she moves her hand holding the organ] simply appeared before me. The hows are beyond me.
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Where did you go for that?
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The Nostalgia Nook. It's in the center of the lower district.
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Alright. One more thing, how much?
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. . . good question. I should think a sizable amount. More than I intended to spend, anyway. This wasn't what I was supposed to buy.
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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.]
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That way. Be careful to articulate what you want.
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[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.]no subject
If that's all . . .
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