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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

[redcloakedthief]

[He was seriously just walking by.

Walking by utterly harmlessly.

And then he stops and actually doubletakes.]

Is that an organ?

[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]

[She turns, smiles, then holds it up in his direction.]

Want it? It's still fresh.

[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.]

[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?

[cinnaponpuppy]

[All of the unsures.

Is it real?

It looks real.]

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[cinnaponpuppy]

[Oh gawd. This girl possibly stole someone's organ.]

[cinnaponpuppy]

[But she looked normal enough! She wasn't covered in blood or anything.]

[cinnaponpuppy]

[Where else could she have gotten it though?]

[cinnaponpuppy]

[Given the lack of blood, and how he didn't feel any loss of life.

If he could feel that during his visit.

No. He didn't feel any. There wasn't blood on her either.]

[cinnaponpuppy]

[...she probably stole it from one of the clinics.]

[cinnaponpuppy]

[He feels sick. Why would you do that, pretty lady? Why?]

[cinnaponpuppy]

[Looks like he should get serious.]

[cinnaponpuppy]

[Game face is set.]

Done.

[cinnaponpuppy]

[Ducking out of view to observe her.]

[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.

this is amazing and you should feel good.

[ex_diplomacy861]

[Sorry, man, Lamufao apparently misheard.

He'll see her walking all too nonchalantly with the organ in hand, though it's obvious that she has some difficulty as to how to hold it at first. Before long (and still in view), she stops at the salon, where she chats it up with a person or two.

Still casual. She does seem to offer the pancreas to one man, but with a smile that indicates she's joking.]

Good~ :3

[cinnaponpuppy]

[Uh huh. Good excuse.

Actually Tsuzuki has been avoiding the Nook. The cinnabon smell from the Hetalia mall was hard to resist.

This is where spy music should kick in, if there was a curse for that happening.

Why was she trying to offer people it? What was her purpose in securing it in the first place?

He checked his SFC for any news. Not seeing any, he decides to fish for information.]

[gun_symphony]

[Rhi'a had decided to sleep in today, so of course she was surprised to find Shelly wasn't in her room or eating breakfast. Still, she knew Shelly could take care of herself. With that in mind, she went on with her morning.

After she was finished, she decided she might as well find Shelly. And find Shelly she did.]

Wow, Shelly. You're up early-

[And then, suddenly organ]

...is that a pancreas?

[lowlands]

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

Alright. One more thing, how much?

[ex_diplomacy861]

[Shelly spun around, then stopped short of speaking with her mouth open as Rhi'a pointed out the name.]

. . . Right. That's what it was called.

[She's a director, not a physiologist.]

I can explain. Partly.