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oh well I saw you at the doctor's, waiting for a test
Who: Aranea Highwind, ???
Where: various
When: May
What: A catch-all
Warnings: none – will update if needed
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[ Early in the month, her time is taken up by finally setting up the... surprising stock that was delivered to Britches and Hose. She makes an effort to keep things tasteful, at least; shuffling of shelves and the addition of a folding screen to section off the collection of sex toys from the rest of the merchandise, so that people who are just there for pajamas or a sports bra don't suddenly get an eyeful of more than they bargained for. It's a display area more than anything else; one of everything on the shelves, all numbered so people can make a discreet request at the counter and have it brought to them if they're feeling shy. Further into the month the class factor is probably lowered at least a little by the proprietor's black eye, the angry purple-red of it shading through blue and green to a sickly yellow as it heals, like the world's crappiest mood ring.
After the Mayor's little announcement, the accompanying memories, and one very busy day for those trying to keep the network clean of subversion, she leaves the store to her staff more frequently. On those days she's in the bookstore, with an increasing look of frustration as she searches through books and publication dates, with occasional glances to a plasticky card she keeps mostly tucked into shoulder bag. Looking for something and clearly not finding it. Or very occasionally just at home, where anyone who comes calling might catch a glimpse of the cb radio she hauls out occasionally to flick through the channels and find – so far – nothing of importance. But on the days she's in the store, a small sign appears in suggestive proximity to the Official Notices:
Questions? We're happy to talk.
The rest of her time is given to checking in with people she knows. Social calls, except that the most likely topic of conversation is that something in this town is rotten and the stink is starting to be unavoidable. ]
Where: various
When: May
What: A catch-all
Warnings: none – will update if needed
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[ Early in the month, her time is taken up by finally setting up the... surprising stock that was delivered to Britches and Hose. She makes an effort to keep things tasteful, at least; shuffling of shelves and the addition of a folding screen to section off the collection of sex toys from the rest of the merchandise, so that people who are just there for pajamas or a sports bra don't suddenly get an eyeful of more than they bargained for. It's a display area more than anything else; one of everything on the shelves, all numbered so people can make a discreet request at the counter and have it brought to them if they're feeling shy. Further into the month the class factor is probably lowered at least a little by the proprietor's black eye, the angry purple-red of it shading through blue and green to a sickly yellow as it heals, like the world's crappiest mood ring.
After the Mayor's little announcement, the accompanying memories, and one very busy day for those trying to keep the network clean of subversion, she leaves the store to her staff more frequently. On those days she's in the bookstore, with an increasing look of frustration as she searches through books and publication dates, with occasional glances to a plasticky card she keeps mostly tucked into shoulder bag. Looking for something and clearly not finding it. Or very occasionally just at home, where anyone who comes calling might catch a glimpse of the cb radio she hauls out occasionally to flick through the channels and find – so far – nothing of importance. But on the days she's in the store, a small sign appears in suggestive proximity to the Official Notices:
Questions? We're happy to talk.
The rest of her time is given to checking in with people she knows. Social calls, except that the most likely topic of conversation is that something in this town is rotten and the stink is starting to be unavoidable. ]
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And honestly, it's fucking adorable. ]
She really trusts you, huh?
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You should drop by the post too if you have the time, when we get back home. She'd be happy t'see you!
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well, hell. Maybe with people like Prompto around they stand a shot. She reaches out to stroke over the feathers at the top of the bird's head and promises herself that if they do get back? First thing she's gonna do is take the ship out to the chocobo post. If the birds somehow aren't nugget dinners for daemons by then, Prompto's getting a surprise delivery. ]
Yeah. I'll check it out.
[ It's not a lie. But it's a little too close for her to want to follow that particular thread of conversation. ]
You got dinner plans? I have steak.
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[ And hey, if he learned from Ignis he'll probably do just fine. As far as she's concerned the only way you can fuck up a steak is overcooking it. ]
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You know you're my favorite, but my money's gonna be on four-eyes for that one. Even if the student outpaces the master, he's totally not above sabotage.
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Hey, if you never have a dream you'll never have a dream come true.
So what are the chances I've already got what we need to make this steak work? If it's salt, we're in luck.