http://writingknight.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] writingknight.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] paixaorpg2007-03-13 05:33 pm

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?”

[identity profile] duckdances.livejournal.com 2007-04-29 03:54 pm (UTC)(link)
As soon as Ahiru started to get the slightest inkling that Fakir was really, honestly upset about something instead of just his usual prickliness, the gypsy spoke again and turned her attention back to his show.

"That'd be wonderful," she said quietly, humbled by her surroundings but still every bit delighted at the idea of seeing a real performance. It reminded her of the Fire Festival, almost. There were some things about this world that were really similar to her own, if she just knew the right places to look. She could imagine Edel with this sort of group.

"Where do you perform at night?" she asked, glancing back up to the older gypsy after having another look at the dancers. She and Fakir needed to go back to the hotel with the things they'd bought that day (she was still holding the two dolls from the weapons' store) and it looked like the gypsies moved around a lot.