Furnado Animal Shelter, Tuesday

Sep. 19th, 2017 08:33 am
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Zack had been prepared for a bad day. Not because of anything going on today, really. Sort of. Kind of.

... Tomorrow was a week after his birthday, that was all. And it marked... It marked a really ugly anniversary. The kind of thing that never would have occurred to him to even observe as an anniversary, except that he still sometimes hurt when he moved, he still didn't know if Cloud had recovered from it all, he still, he still, he still...

His Usual Puppy had actually found her way out of her kennel on her own by the time he'd come in, and she was bumping up against his legs in a pretty constant reminder that she was right there as he went around the shop kind of mechanically going over his daily chores. And then someone had brought in what he could only describe as a ridiculous number of finches, who had that many finches?? and the rest of the day was spent trying to make enough room for them, and by that point there wasn't much time left to obsess over what tomorrow was or wasn't.

Which, again, was probably why Tseng had hooked him up with this particular business.

... And there he went again, right back into thinking about it.

[OOC: Open!]

Covent Garden Flowers, Tuesday

Sep. 19th, 2017 08:21 am
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Nathan was making some interesting faces when he came in for his shift today. Over there, there were... apples. A lot of apples. A confusing amount of apples, really, considering this was a flower shop, not a supermarket. And over there, somebody had... carved the decorative gourds into flower pots?

Nathan was pretty certain that's what had gone on.

He briefly contemplated leaving a note for whoever did it that this was coming on into the season where people tended to buy decorative gourds just to increase the autumn ambiance around their homes, but decided to just leave it be. There was no accounting for the logic of Fandomites, after all.

What he did do was haul out an unused planter that looked a little bit like half an old wooden basket, dump the apples into that, and then set them out in the open doorway with a 'please, help yourself' sign. Maybe it would entice customers to stop by long enough to come in and look around, but he was pretty certain they weren't going to sell otherwise.

[OOC: Open!]

Computer Science- Tuesday- 3rd period

Sep. 18th, 2017 07:48 pm
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So already Kitty was starting to wonder if another semester of all the jobs was going to be a bad idea, because being there for final inspection stuff at Caritas this morning meant that she was running late for class, and thus, there was an email sent out last minute telling the students to come to the classroom.

"Sorry for the change in plans," Kitty said. "Long story, boring adult stuff. But on the bright side, you get a movie day. It's from 1995, is horrifyingly out of date, and I don't really know if people back then knew what computers actually did. Enjoy!"

Fandom Radio- Tuesday, September 19

Sep. 18th, 2017 07:45 pm
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Oh, look. It's Tuesday again.

At school, The Art of War talked about how to avoid a fight. I find just not going out helps. Ethics talked about considering your information sources and not believing everything someone tells you, which actually makes it a pretty good Ethics class, and Creative Writing got photo prompts, and Gratuity was surfing WebMd in the library.

*scritching*

Annnd the squirrels are writing on the notes that it's probably not cancer. So that's how you hold a pen.

In the dorms, Summer engaged in the time honored teenage tradition of bed-flopping, and asking Ringo if she'd done anything weird or embarrassing for the last month, and at least at press time had just confused Shiemi.

And finally in town, Hannibal crtitiqued Sievarden's clothes, and Shiemi found Covent Garden in an autumn spirit and told Ringo about possible allergies. Alluka was back at work at Demon Marcus, with visits from Hannibal to check up, Sparkle to return her fish and let her know that the back room is now upstairs, and Ringo to talk about sleeves and classes. Yes, sleeves. Eliot had an argument about hummus at Luke's, which may make this the most normal thing I've reported happening at that place since I've been here, and Dani had her coffee stolen by a horse.

And that's all the news for like six people on the island. See you next week.

Covent Garden Flowers, Monday

Sep. 18th, 2017 08:39 pm
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Sure it was almost autumn, but gourds as pots? Shiemi wasn't sure what that was all about, but they were kind of cute. And they would look nice with some of the fall flowers that were in the shop. She started to gather flowers to make arrangements for the last of the gourds but was interrupted... the delivery man had arrived with a large packing crate.

"Why does a flower shop need apples?"

"Ma'am? I don't question any deliveries I make to this place anymore." The deliveryman was skittish and kept looking over his shoulder. "Please? Just sign and I'll go."

Shiemi signed and the deliveryman ran out the door, not even offering to help move the crate from the center of the room. She kicked at it a moment, but since it didn't make a sound she figured the chances were good that it really was 'apples' and not some weird 'apple' monster. She looked for a note regarding a delivery of apples, but didn't find one so with a shrug, she opened the crate and began sorting them to be priced.

A sign soon went up:

Seasonal Apples for Sale
Or ask about our saplings and grow your own!



[open!]

Parents Weekend Classifieds

Sep. 18th, 2017 09:17 pm
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Rather than posting in your own journal and cluttering up the flist, this post is the place to ping in and search out someone to play a PW character for you or where you can advertise yourself as available and willing to play for other people!

Parents' Weekend 2017!

Sep. 18th, 2017 09:14 pm
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It's that time of the year! Parents' Weekend is approaching: the one weekend every year where parents, guardians, siblings, friends, and other guest stars from the lives of Fandom's students, teachers and townies can come to the island to frolic around with their nearest and dearest's nearest and dearest! This year, we'll be running September 29th through October 1st.

How It Works:
On Friday September 29th, we'll put up an OOC post announcing that all guest stars are cleared for entry - barring those we've contacted up front about any issues. Starting then, guests can start arriving in town, checking in at the hotel, and mingling. The school will be open all weekend, allowing teachers to be around for parent-teacher conferences, and events will be held to get everyone socialized. Come Sunday, guests can once again flee the island, leaving Fandomites everywhere to sigh in relief.

Who Can Show Up:
Parents, guardians, siblings, friends, enemies, evil twins, etc. If your character has someone to come and visit them, they may very well be eligible! The way this works is that you decide which character(s) you want to come (keep it to a maximum of 3, but if you have a pressing need for more for some reason, please contact us), find someone to play them and then submit the character and player details below. This is the only time we allow non-players to participate in a game event. It's the perfect opportunity to get your non-FH friends sucked in by getting them to participate in a one weekend event with no on-going commitment. You're also welcome to get fellow players to play guest stars for you if they have the time. If you can't find someone, there will shortly be a post going up where you can request a volunteer to help you out. Please use the upcoming post for your recruiting instead of doing it in your own journal to save your friends list from being spammed.

Signing Up:
Pick your guest star character(s), find a player for them, create a journal, and fill out the form below with the handy coding already done for you! We do ask that when you're creating your PW guest star's DW that you be sure to list the character's name when Dreamwidth asks you for a name. This tiny step is endlessly helpful to other players reading through PW posts, especially if they don't know your canon. Additionally, we recommend you put contact information such as an AIM screen name or email address of the player in your PW guest star's profile.




Parents' Weekend apps are due Wednesday, September 27th.

Questions, comments, key lime pie? Comments will be screened to keep guest stars secret if you want (and will be unscreened for questions and such). Classifieds are here!

Room 204; Monday Afternoon [09/18].

Sep. 18th, 2017 01:19 pm
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"Ooof."

It wasn't as if she'd had a really taxing day or anything, just Creative Writing class, but Summer felt exhausted. It took a lot out of a person to realize that someone had been here, acting like her, pretending to be her, who wasn't her, and she had no idea what she'd gotten into, what she had said or done or anything. And she should probably take are of figuring it out. When she'd dug up her class schedule (what had even happened in those past classes? At least the classes weren't as stupid as the summer ones, though), she found out she even had a Little Sibling, what the fuck? So this Paris Geller person was being introduced to Fandom by a robot. Sure, it seemed fitting, but that robot was supposed to be her! She didn't have the energy to go hunt her down now, though. Tomorrow. Tomorrow she'll do it, tomorrow she'll have recovered a little.

Right now, all she seemed to have the energy for is flopping onto her bed, rolling onto her back, and staring at the ceiling. Feeling impossibly clean and peaceful and safe, and missing the weight of another body in the bed beside her.

Summer sighed.

Why did this all suddenly feel so weird?


[[ door and post are open! ]]

The Gig, Monday

Sep. 18th, 2017 12:16 pm
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Dani was not ready for fall. If you wanted to be technical about it, she still had a few days of summer left before the official start of autumn. She was determined to enjoy it as much as possible by lounging beside the swimming pool and working on her tan when she wasn't working at the barn.

But the sharkicane had dampened her enthusiasm for water-based activities, so she had the pool drained and covered for the season. And then she spotted the cutest blanket scarf, which she had to buy even if she had a ton of them left over from last fall. Dani drew the line at the pumpkin spice maddess -- until she stepped into The Perk for her morning macchiato and got a whiff of cinnamon and cloves.

By the time Dani got to work, wearing her blanket scarf and tall boots while sipping her pumpkin spice latte, Dani wanted to kick herself. Stepping into the barn, she took off the scarf and left it in the office. It would be too warm to wear while doing chores. She went to let the horses out of their stalls so they could move into the pasture, and that's when Kally struck. The mare somehow ripped the lid off the coffee cup in Dani's hand, then plunged her snout into the coffee. "Okay, then. I guess the pumpkin spice latte is yours now," Dani said with a sigh. She was keeping her boots, though. Working with horses meant that tall boots were always in style.

The Gig was open!

Luke's, Monday

Sep. 18th, 2017 12:13 pm
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"If it doesn't use chickpeas, it's not hummus!"

For once, Eliot wasn't the one yelling about food in the Luke's kitchen.

"What about this one, then?" the busboy asked. "It uses peas."

"Chickpeas!" the dishwasher said again. "You know, like garbanzo beans?! That's just mushy peas!"

"This one uses beans."

"Those are black beans!"

The dishwasher looked despairingly towards Eliot for help. Eliot smirked and shrugged. "You gotta pick your battles, man," he told him. "This could definitely be worse."

"Ooo, we should make this one! Pumpkin hummus!"

"That's a jam!!!"

Today's specials
English pea hummus
Black bean hummus
Pumpkin hummus
Hummus veggie wraps made with actual hummus OH MY GOD


Luke's was open.
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Ghanima was sitting on her desk as the students arrived, her text placed neatly in her lap. Exactly like any other day of class.

The moment the last student was seated, she flipped her book open. "Good morning, class, and welcome. Today with the Third P'ien," she said, holding up the book. "'Attack by Stratagem.' Or as one of my former co-teachers once called it, 'Avoiding Attack by Stratagem from my side of the fence: Make Love, Not War and Drink Sake and Keep Calm ♥.'" Some days Ghanima missed Shunsui very, very much. "Or, in the words of Tzu, 'Hence to fight and conquer in all your battles is not supreme excellence; supreme excellence consists in breaking the enemy's resistance without fighting.'"

"Sun Tzu also said that 'He will win who knows when to fight and when not to fight.' And, of course, there's the phrase everyone knows, but rarely do they know the source. 'If you know the enemy and know yourself, you need not fear the result of a hundred battles. If you know yourself but not the enemy, for every victory gained you will also suffer a defeat. If you know neither the enemy nor yourself, you will succumb in every battle.' Know thy enemy and know thyself."

"So, how do you formulate a plan of attack, if are forced to fight? Resorting immediately to violent means is not always the best option. 'Thus the highest form of generalship is to balk the enemy's plans;'" Ghanima recited, watching all of them carefully. "'The next best is to prevent the junction of the enemy's forces; the next in order is to attack the enemy's army in the field; and the worst policy of all is to besiege walled cities.' So speaks Tzu. I'm curious as to how you feel this reflects the every day world, and if you have seen this applied at all in Fandom."

Library, Monday

Sep. 18th, 2017 11:04 am
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Tip wasn't sure how it was possible, but she was still sore from learning sword basics from Kanan on Friday. They hadn't even been working on it for that long! Clearly something was wrong. She was on WebMD today, trying to figure out what it meant to still be so sore after 3 days.

Sure, okay, it could be that she was actually just really out of shape, but wasn't bone cancer or something way more likely?

. . . Okay, fine, maybe not. But it was more interesting to read about that and freak herself out than to just drink more water and do some stretches.

[open!]

New Townie!

Sep. 18th, 2017 09:46 am
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Please to be breaking out the glitter cannons and textile-unencumbered abs for your newest townie, Miguel O'Hara ([personal profile] what_the_shock), originally of Spider-Man 2099, late of the Marvel-multiverse-hopping Exiles, and because it's one of the best lines I've read in recent memory, straight outta App-town, "Hey, it's a Spider not played by Tnick!"

Ethics, Monday, September 18, 2017

Sep. 18th, 2017 12:59 pm
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"Today we're going to talk about something that's a current moral dilemma," Anakin began. And one he heard Rory ranting about almost daily. "It's also an extremely valuable life skill: learning how to read information with a critical eye to discover the motivations of the people releasing it. Their morals might not be your morals."

"Regardless of what kind of society you grow up in, it is likely you'll believe certain sources of information better than others," Obi-Wan said. "What those sources would be, varies. Sentients do, however, feel inclined to believe something that parrots their own beliefs more readily than what does not."

Anakin nodded. "Do you believe what your friend tells you? Does her opinion weigh more heavily than, say, a news article you read, even if hers is only a single perspective? In journalism--" he smiled at Obi-Wan, "--as my wife has lectured me more than once, there are primary and secondary sources of information. How do you know a secondary source is credible, or that a primary doesn't have an axe to grind?"

"And what does credibility mean to you?' Obi-Wan asked. "Most have an agenda, but some might be more benevolent than others. How do you judge such a thing? What do you pay attention to?"

"And does the credibility matter very much if it's about something that doesn't really affect your life? Celebrity marriages, wars on planets you'll never visit?" Anakin added. "Are you more interested in a good story or the bald facts?"

"Please share a story where you were entirely convinced one set of events was true, but the reality turned out to be rather different or more complicated," Obi-wan said, "If you have any. If you don't... why don't you?"

Fandom Radio, Monday, September 18th

Sep. 18th, 2017 07:44 am
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Hey, Fandom! It's Kanan Jarrus once again, here with everything the squirrels saw fit to tattle on in town!

I'm beginning to suspect that they're as weirded out by what goes on in the dorms as I am.

So, let's take it from the Groovy Tunes, where Jono was hard at work playing with his kitten when Dante came in looking for a beer. Apparently he didn't end up empty-handed, either. So, if you ever need a free beer and an opportunity to talk to somebody about cats, go to the music store of all places, I guess. At Luke's I was trying to convince the kitchen staff of the importance of making something besides pumpkin spice pancakes, and Summer went right ahead and proved me right by showing up for blueberry. See, guys? I know these things. Sparkle was looking up classes on the mainland during his Demon Marcus shift, but had to stop doing that for a while in order to get into it a bit with Seivarden over the holier-than-thou attitude she pulled when she walked into the place. Yeah, that doesn't tend to fly around here. Dr. Lecter stopped by with food for Sparkle, who got a bit of ranting in about the customer and then asked the Doctor to keep an eye on Alluka, just in case, and Iris who the squirrels keep trying to call Ino stopped in, also with food, to chat Sparkle up about her upcoming birthday and his duties as a minion.

And, last but definitely not least, Atton was a bit on the soggy side at Caritas as he yelled at some dancing bunnies? Nothing about that note makes sense, guys.

*chittering*

... Okay, yes, I do know where we are, but I'm still calling shenanigans on account of this note being written down while one of you was located where the rum lives. At least the next note, 'Gratuity and Breq stopped by for sodas and karaoke,' makes some sort of sense. Or will, once I figure out what a karaoke is and if I even pronounced that right. I guess I might never know.

And that's all the notes, so I'm going to call it a day, now. Phew, Mondays are such hard work, with the getting up, reading some things, and then going back home to watch holos, let me tell you.

Demon Marcus, Monday

Sep. 18th, 2017 05:03 am
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She'd gotten a message saying her holidays were over! She could go back to work! Alluka had been so excited by this news that she'd been up since three, surrounded by her toys as they all tried to decide on the best outfit for her first day back to work. And after the outfit, they'd had to decide on her hair.

It had all turned out very nicely, in her opinion. Even better, all her toys had agreed.

So Alluka showed up, her hair bells jingling with every step she took, her bunny in her arms, to check out the shop.

"Everything's so new!" she said happily, examining some of the stock that she'd never seen before.

Demon Marcus is Open!

Creative Writing- Monday- 3rd period

Sep. 17th, 2017 07:25 pm
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Hello was for other people.

"Last week you got a prompt of 'traffic light.' Today you're going to turn those in," said Daria. "Or again, you can read it to the class if you want. I mean, we have time."
It's
She did basically just give them prompts and let them write.

"For this week's prompt, you're going to choose one of four pictures, and write something based on it. It can be a poem, it can be a short story, whatever gets the brain juices flowing. If you really need a goal-" Paris. "-you can make it ten pages, no more, no less. But first, does anyone want to read?"

MCA Voicemail

Sep. 17th, 2017 03:06 pm
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You've called the MCA hotline, for a place to stay... press one. For someone killed... press two. For that hotline bling... you've got the wrong fucking Canadian.

Fandom Radio, Sunday, September 17th

Sep. 17th, 2017 01:56 pm
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Good morning folks, this is Clint Barton with your Sunday squirrel gossip.

We'll start with the dorms, where poor Sidon discovered the pool isn't freshwater. Someone get him to the lake, it's a lot nicer. Over in town, Jono was playing with his cat when Seivarden came downstairs, and she and Jono got to know each other, and the cats, since she hasn't been here that long. Hannibal also came down, and he and Jono planned a trip to get away from Fandom for a while. That's totally understandable at any time of the year. Alluka also came by, and when she knocked instead of just coming in, Jono offered her a key to the house.

Seivarden also went to work at Covent Garden Flowers, and Peter helped her understand the finer art of arranging flowers while Seivarden learned more about how Peter ended up in Fandom. Finally, Dante was on his way through town when he got a call about a job.

And that's all I've got for you for today, so I'll give this place back to the squirrels. Have a good week, everyone!

Caritas, Sunday

Sep. 17th, 2017 06:31 pm
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It was a perfectly ordinary Sunday night at Caritas.

In this case, that meant a decidedly wet Atton was behind the bar, yelling at a group of roving bunnies currently hitting the dance floor.

That kind of ordinary.

[[ open! ]]

Groovy Tunes, Sunday

Sep. 17th, 2017 12:03 pm
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Jono was in a pretty decent mood today. He had his wrappings off (having Seivarden staying at the house for the past few weeks had kind of meant that he'd been wrapped up far more than usual), and he'd worn one of his long coats with the deep pockets, entirely so that Joni could tag along by riding in one of them, peering out at the world the way she used to when he was... bigger. And more blue.

She couldn't wait to get out and explore, given that she had always been familiar with the space and now it was different. So at the first opportunity, she wriggled her way out of that pocket and was plodding around the space, sniffing here and there, clearly wondering what the hecky was up with all the other place stuff being in the this place place.

At least until Jono started distracting her with the laser pointer dot.

Groovy Tunes was open, and it had a kitten.


[OOC: Open with kitten, like it says on the tin!]

Demon Marcus, Sunday

Sep. 17th, 2017 11:57 am
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Life was more or less back to normal at the Demon Marcus, now. The stock had all been put out, things were priced and Sparkle was getting used to the idea of using the upstairs apartment as the storage room, having sacrificed the back room on the main floor in order to make more floorspace.

So he was passing the time by looking at schools and courses on the mainland. Not because he was planning on actually taking any, really. Honest. Sort of.

There was a costume design course that was kind of making him keep clicking back and make little whiny 'I want that' sounds from time to time, though...

Demon Marcus was open, and Sparkle was only slightly distracted with, you know, possibilities.

[OOC: Open!]

Luke's, Sunday

Sep. 17th, 2017 11:33 am
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"Really, guys?"

The kitchen staff just stared Kanan down.

"I mean, I'm not complaining. It isn't like I don't like the stuff or anything. I just figured... I don't know... Maybe you'd make some normal ones, too."

"It's September," the cook whispered, leaning in uncomfortably close. "September."

"... Knock yourself out, then," Kanan said, holding up his hands. "Go nuts."

Today's Specials:
Pumpkin Spice Pancakes


"I still maintain that maybe you could have made something else, too," Kanan muttered into his breakfast.

[OOC: Open!]
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"Can't say I'm feeling the wonder around here."

'Wonderland' was a dump. The fence gates creaked as Dante shoved them over and left Enzo standing on the sidewalk yelling some bullshit. The mansion itself looked centuries old, barely any upkeep; the yard was overgrown and the door was boarded up.

Dante sighed, looking from the door up to the house itself and back. Something about this place felt off. He could probably kick his way in through the front door, but that'd be the most likely place for traps. So as long as he had the choice...

He leaped up, finding a portruding brick to put his foot on. Then, a windowsill. Another windowsill, then a completely useless decorative... whatever. It was dark behind the windows--

Most windows. )

[[ some graphic violence and general weirdness under the cut. Based on the acid trip that is the Devil May Cry 3 prequel manga. establishy. ]]

A Bar in Limbo City, Saturday Morning

Sep. 17th, 2017 08:30 am
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Blood on somebody's door was never a good sign.

Especially not if that door belonged to a bar.

Dante pushed open the door... )

[[ some vague violence under the cut, based on the Devil May Cry 3 manga. TBC. ]]
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Dante'd been out, driving. Keeping the speed up on his bike, pushing it as fast as he could go. The wind in his hair and the road between his wheels: perfect.

But it was over now, and he was heading home, a sixpack he'd picked up on the way dangling from his finge--

I WILL SUFFER! I WILL BURN! LET THE HATE PREVAIL--

Dante brought the phone up to his ear, coming to a stop right in front of the building. "Y'lo?"

"Dante! Thank god!"

Enzo.

"Man, do I have a job for you!"

Dante sighed. Of all the times for him to call... he ran his fingers through his hair and leaned against the wall. "So what is it?"

"This one's gonna need some time to explain. Meet you at the bar?"

... Dante blinked. "Right now?"

"Yeah! Well, I guess it can be tomorrow morning, like 9 AM, too--"

"At the bar?"

"Yeah, yeah, at the bar."

Blink. Blink. "... kay," he said. "9 AM at the bar. Sure. Why not?"

"Fantastic! This is gonna be great!"

Before he could ask Enzo what the hell kind of drugs he was on right now, the idiot hung up.

"Fantastic," Dante muttered.

[[ open! setting up some manga plottiness, whee. ]]

The Pool; Saturday Afternoon [09/15].

Sep. 16th, 2017 09:47 am
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Even Sidon had to admit, through all of his hard work and dedication and studying, his ability to read and interpret English writing had improved immensely over the past few weeks. He wasn't exactly ready to sit down and enjoy a lengthy novel or anything like that, but signs were easier and little details here and there like looking into the history of the island and the school and noticing that there was a pool in the basement of the dormitory building. He rather enjoyed the waters around the island for swimming, but he had to admit he was a little curious about this pool and decided to spend his afternoon relaxing in it and enjoying it.

Those plans stemmed from his experiences with pools, which were usually quite naturally occurring in nature, under the shadow of a mountain, or like the one underneath the courtyard in Zora's Domain, where swift-lotus grew and hot-footed frogs swam among the lily pads. It did not take long for his assumptions to start to prove wrong, though, as the building remained very much in that bulky architecture of humans, so different from the delicate and graceful work of the Zora. And then there was the smell. By the goddesses, that smell was one of the most foul things Sidon had ever had the displeasure of smelling, and he had been inside the belly of an octorok before! He hadn't even reached the pool yet, and he already had reservations, thinking of just turning back now and heading for the port instead.

But, no, he was already here, might as well check it out, and then be fully, completely, and wholly disappointed by the large, boring, concrete monstrosity that the pool ended up being. And he realized that the awful smell was coming directly from the water itself. He knelt down beside the pool, dipping a hand in, wincing at the acrid aroma as he lifted the water in his palm to his nose for closer inspection.

And nearly tumbled back from the violent reaction of disgust.

"Poison!" he declared in shock. "This water has been poisoned!"

Someone was not a fan of chlorine.

[[it's dumb how long this scene has been sitting in the back of my head. it's open! albeit a little slow due to work ]]

Covent Garden Flowers, Saturday

Sep. 16th, 2017 04:08 pm
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Seivarden wasn't complaining about having a job. Obviously her life was miserable generally, but spending a day in a flower shop and getting paid for it could be worse, especially since she needed the money.

But she wasn't going to carve flowerpots from gourds. Peter had told her that wasn't expected. Not doing anything made her terribly restless though, so she decided to make an attempt at flower arranging. Either she had no talent, or she just needed practice, because the process caused a lot of swearing, and the result was hardly impressive.

Covent Garden Flowers was open.

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