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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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Yes. Thanks. . . . I'm Shelly, by the way. And you?
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[Matter of fact tone is very matter of fact. Back in Sakurami, she was used to people knowing who she is...the all-seeing Sacred Eye. But she's adjusted to being more under the radar here.
It's almost nice.]
What...will you do with it, Shelly?
[Eying said pancreas back in her hand.]
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Oh . . . this?
I just might keep it for my viewing pleasure.
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You won't try to exchange it?
[This isn't what she meant to get, after all.]
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[A tilt of her head as she looks at it some more.]
Well, I certainly hope so, then.
[It...would just kind of rot otherwise, wouldn't it? Tsubaki doesn't really wanna think about that.
She should probably get going and wash her hands...and face.]
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[Offering a small smile, she gestures with the hand holding the pancreas again.]
You look like you could use a wash. Don't let me keep you.
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[She wouldn't let anyone keep her anywhere...not anymore. Though this awkward first meeting had sparked a bit of an interest in her for sure.
She walks a bit past her, still keeping an eye on her for the moment though, in the meantime.]
Some other day, then. You'll have to tell me what became of it in the end.