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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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So you thought I was maybe a murderer? What are you, a detective?
[She calms.]
Don't worry. I wouldn't know where to even start with dissecting someone.
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Something like that. [He thought about offering his hand, but the organ.] I'm Asato Tsuzuki.
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Asato. My name is Shelly Greenhill. For the sake of putting your mind at ease, would you like to know what my actual vocation is?
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It's nice to meet you, Miss Greenhill. [He gave a nod.] That could help.
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Knowing that her hands are . . . preoccupied, she nods as well.]
I am the director of a nation in my world. I assure you that murder is one of the furthest things on my agenda as a politician.
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That was something he would never understand.]
What world are you from?
[Oh. Wait.] Would you like to get rid of that first?
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And back on track . . . my world is known as Fulheim. Does it sound familiar to you?