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[royalsubject]

Who: Everyone
When: Day 4; all day
Where: Everywhere
What: A simple mingle

[Today there is no labyrinth, and many of you may be taking this chance to explore the town some more, enjoying the new lake, or simply settling in for a nap on one of the new grassy patches of tier 2 (though you may find that there's some competition for the especially green and comfy patch). It's certainly is nice to have a day off, isn't it?]

[...]

[Then again, you do have that part-time job and your boss likely sees your "day off" very differently than you do.]

[What are you doing today, denizens of Kingdom Daze?]

Comments

[glorious]

[This denizen is standing outside the prison, just in case you forgot that existed. Isn't it simply grand that those of the garrison are required to remind you for the existence of law-enforcement every now and then?]

[It doesn't seem like a grand job to actually do though, if Van looking utterly bored out of his mind is anything to go by.]

I can't believe that this is a required task when the prison is empty today.

[heroclub_5thtenet]

[At least you aren't the only garrison employee stuck here?]

Maybe they're concerned about squatters or something.

...Can't guess why someone would want to sneak into an empty prison, though.

[jarredforlife]

But what if someone tries to break into the prison?

[botamessiah]

[A baker's work is never done.

Today, Togo is once again wheeling about, representing the bakery the best she can. Today's Japanese sweet is melon bread, AKA melonpan. Bread on the bottom, cookie on the top, and sweet melon taste all over. She has both samples and wrapped ones for selling. Right now, she's wheeling about, calling out every now and then. And though she's working, she's also not opposed to casual socializing either.]

Sweet melon bread for sale! Free samples!

[soulbridge]

[Free sample? How about a free serving? Rideaux plucks a melon pan from the tray and starts unwrapping it. He... doesn't look like he intends to pay.]

Thanks, kid.

[jarredforlife]

[poking his head out of the bakery :v]

How're they selling?

[glorious]

Melon bread? I don't believe I've had it before. I'll gladly try a sample.

[watertabled]

Hello Miss Togo.

[Gesturing in the direction of the bakery, where he was apparently headed anyway, loaded down with an incongruously modern satchel.]

I don't know if I'm feeling melon. Any other recommendations for today?

[whopraysfor]

I don't think I've had melon bread. May I try some?

[soulbridge]

[Togo isn't the only one offering samples today, but Rideaux has something rather, uh, different to offer. Wearing an obnoxious brightly patterned vendor tray around his shoulders, he's calling out to people as they pass by, albeit without a great deal of enthusiasm.]

Care to try a sample of Her Majesty's Finest Influenza?

[... Maybe you misheard him? A quick glance in the tray does reveal a few dozen sealed glass vials, though. Surely not...]

[ninetyninelives]

What.

[jarredforlife]

........................No thanks.

[glorious]

...My my, how could I ever resist an offer like that?

[jarredforlife]

[Temporarily freed from the tyranny of the bakery kitchen, Barakiel has been forced to confront a great necessity of living amongst humans: material possessions.

Which is to say, he is in search of clothing and/or cigarettes.]

Clothes, clothes, clothes...

[ninetyninelives]

You didn't bring any?

[ninetyninelives]

[at the Library, apparently bored and waving down passerby]

Hey hey, sign up for a library card. Give me something to do.

[botamessiah]

Oh, could I?

[She is technically working too, but she don't care. Library! Books! Something normal!]

I've already nearly finished the books I brought with me.

[glorious]

...Being able to check out books would certainly make my day easier. I'll sign up.

[watertabled]

[Late evening, and Kohaku heading away from town and towards 2nd tier near the lake, even as the sky gets darker and darker. He stops, blinking, upon being spotted.]

I didn't expect to see anyone still here.

[The adventuresome population isn't that small, come on, Kohaku.]

[ninetyninelives]

Surprise~

[heroclub_5thtenet]

Yeah, it's starting to get late, after all. It won't be much longer before things start closing up.

[whopraysfor]

[Someone has camped out on one of the grassy patches with a few books and some stuff from the bakery]

Hmmm... you're blocking my sun...

[watertabled]

Oh, sorry.

[You're clearly keeping to yourself and trying to read, which means you actually want interfering company, right? Kohaku sits down instead of... just taking his shadow somewhere else, leaning over to read the titles there.]

[heroclub_5thtenet]

[So what's a garrison guard supposed to do in the space between jobs? Train, apparently. If you happen to head by the boulder beach for some reason, you'll get to see a girl performing kata, using two wooden swords in her hands, if anyone wants to watch or interrupt.]

[aliveandkicking]

[well THIS denizen is in a rush to the dock today, and she's shoving anyone out of the way if they so much as cross her path. she has her hands full, carrying... a glass-enclosed arm?



yeah, there's no doubt about it, that is somebody's arm encased in a fancy box of glass.]

Out of way. Can't be late!

[ninetyninelives]

What? What??

[spelltrouble]

[ This denizen is new around here and taking a stroll around town, partly marveling and partly trying to get accustomed to this place ASAP. He's a little lost as to what to do with himself with all this... freedom! ]

[reincatnation]

[ also strolling around town. hmmm.

paying more attention to his surroundings than anything, and certainly not the people.... ]