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Sing a Song of Sixpence [Active]
Character(s): Ahiru and Fakir
Content: Ahiru needs some ballet supplies, and Fakir needs a sword (among other things), so the two of them decide to enjoy the good weather with a bit of shopping.
Setting: Starting at the Actua Are at [J7], heading towards [J5]
Time: Late morning
Warnings: None so far!
Fakir glanced around his hotel room to make sure everything was in order. Even if the maids would probably come while he and Ahiru were gone, he didn’t want to leave his room as a mess. After a moment’s hesitation, he also grabbed his journal and tucked it under his arm. He had only been in Paixao for a week or two, but already he was very used to carrying it around — in fact, he didn’t feel quite right walking around without it. How else would someone contact him?
How odd. He had never even cared about that before.
He and Ahiru had planned their trip out over breakfast that morning — Ahiru had mentioned that she wanted to keep up her ballet practice while she was here, but neither Fakir nor Ahiru had come to Paixao with their ballet equipment. Besides, Fakir had been feeling rather unsafe in the city without some sort of sword, and a bag to carry all these things in would be nice…the more they talked about it, the more things they decided they needed. (The fact that money grew on trees certainly helped take away any guilt of how much money they would spend on all of these supplies, as well.)
Finally satisfied that he was ready to go out, Fakir softly knocked on Ahiru’s door, then opened it a little and glanced into her room. “Ready to go?”
Content: Ahiru needs some ballet supplies, and Fakir needs a sword (among other things), so the two of them decide to enjoy the good weather with a bit of shopping.
Setting: Starting at the Actua Are at [J7], heading towards [J5]
Time: Late morning
Warnings: None so far!
Fakir glanced around his hotel room to make sure everything was in order. Even if the maids would probably come while he and Ahiru were gone, he didn’t want to leave his room as a mess. After a moment’s hesitation, he also grabbed his journal and tucked it under his arm. He had only been in Paixao for a week or two, but already he was very used to carrying it around — in fact, he didn’t feel quite right walking around without it. How else would someone contact him?
How odd. He had never even cared about that before.
He and Ahiru had planned their trip out over breakfast that morning — Ahiru had mentioned that she wanted to keep up her ballet practice while she was here, but neither Fakir nor Ahiru had come to Paixao with their ballet equipment. Besides, Fakir had been feeling rather unsafe in the city without some sort of sword, and a bag to carry all these things in would be nice…the more they talked about it, the more things they decided they needed. (The fact that money grew on trees certainly helped take away any guilt of how much money they would spend on all of these supplies, as well.)
Finally satisfied that he was ready to go out, Fakir softly knocked on Ahiru’s door, then opened it a little and glanced into her room. “Ready to go?”
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Fakir's plan sounded pretty good, since he needed new things too. Ahiru didn't go shopping very often in Kinkan Town, since she didn't have very much money, so shopping in Paixao with Fakir sounded fun Even if she still felt awkward about spending money. Still, he'd repeatedly assured her that it was okay to spend as much as they needed, since they could just pluck the money off the plants. (Even if the plants weren't "alive," Ahiru still felt bad every time she picked off more leaves.)
Now, all they needed to do was find a store!
At the knock upon her door, Ahiru glanced up from her journal and nodded. "Just a minute!"
She clicked her journal shut and slipped it into her apron (she was not going to lose it!) before scurrying across the room to grab her shoes. Shoes on and journal intact, she rushed to the door with a broad smile on her face. "Ready!"
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"Good," he said, his face relaxing into his typical neutral expression (that really almost looked more like a frown). "It's nice to see you're actually ready on time for once."
He walked down the hallway a little, opening his journal to the map screen for a brief moment as he did so. "The map says that there's a weapon shop north of here, so I thought we'd go there first, then see if there's any sort of general store nearby where we can get our other shopping done. It's a bit of a walk, but I've seen some cycles around here so we can get some for the trip back home...Fine with you?"
He glanced over his shoulder for a moment to see if she was following him.