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[royalsubject]

Who: Everyone
When: Day 6
Where: Everywhere
What: A mingle in which you hear a weird sound, but otherwise nothing new

[you can hear a whistling in the distance... sometimes it's almost a howl. however, if you attempt to investigate this, you would just find yourself outside of the town with no clear leads on the source. with no distinct source or direction, it's almost if it's simply the wind playing pranks on you, isn't it.

except, there is no wind. today is just as hot as it usually is in Port Perplex. if you're unlucky, you might still find one of those memory-revealing puddles lingering in an alleyway, but otherwise you're probably enjoying a day off or stuck doing work.

in addition, it seems that someone in particular is looking to meet you, too...]

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[queendaze]

[you're approached by someone who looks like the Queen—the one you might have only met briefly before your arrival here. however, unlike the Queen, this person wears spectacles, has short hair, and dons an explorer-esque outfit with a surplus of cargo pockets and tool belts. but most unlike the Queen, her eyes don't seem to "reflect galaxies" like hers do—they're standard eyes.]

Excuse me... yes, excuse me. Are you, by chance, one of the explorers that our Queen has chosen to work with?

[botamessiah]

[For once, Togo has a day off. She was wheeling towards the library to get some more reading material when she gets stopped by... oh hey you're familiar.]

Yes, I am. May I help you, miss?

[queendaze]

[She seems relieved, if not overjoyed. After bothering so many townsfolk, she's found one of the explorers!]

My name is Cecilia Aria-Rita Eupheme. I'm the leader of the scouts who uncover the labyrinths.

[Cecilia holds out a hand, in hopes of a handshake.]

[spelltrouble]

That is correct.

[queendaze]

What a relief...

Ahem.

I'm the leader of the scouts who uncover the labyrinths, Cecilia Aria-Rita Eupheme. How do you do?

[offering her hand for handshake]

[glorious]

-- That's right, yes. May I ask who you are?

[queendaze]

[quite proudly!]

Cecilia Aria-Rita Eupheme, leader of the scouts who do the work of uncovering the labyrinths.

[holding her hand out for a handshake]

And you are?

[grinlikeacheshirecat]

That depends on who's asking.

[queendaze]

[very eagerly]

The one asking is Cecilia Aria-Rita Eupheme, the leader of the scouts who uncover the labyrinths.

[whopraysfor]

I am. It's nice to meet you, Miss...?

[queendaze]

—Cecilia Aria-Rita Eupheme, leader of the scouts who do the work of uncovering the labyrinths.

And you might be?

[handle]

Mm? Yeah.

[queendaze]

I'm the leader of the scouts who uncover the labyrinths, Cecilia Aria-Rita Eupheme.

Do you have a moment for some questions?

[fauxfabre]

[Who just got off the boat and is already not a fan of the climate? This wide-eyed red head still lugging his travel bag, that's who!]

Oh, yeah. Guess that means I'm in the right place... Who're you?

[steelmyself]

[ carrying an armful of leftover umbrellas from the rain from the weapon shop to a storehouse. It's just his luck that doing so leaves him just encumbered enough that he fails to avoid one remaining puddle.

It's reflecting something interesting. ]

[familitiarize]

[following after him when she sees the puddle reflecting something... but neither the kid nor the adult look enough like this guy here??]

Oh? Are either of those people you?

[steelmyself]

--those people?

[ freezing in place, the umbrellas still in his arms ]

[blamesfate]

[Kratos is ashen and looks like he definitely hasn't slept in t least twenty-four hours, but he's marching the route any observer would have gleaned is his assigned path for the garrison. His hand rests on his sword and his movements are automatic, but his expression is set and his pace doesn't vary.

He steps wide of any puddles, though.]

[familitiarize]

[Judging from the way he moves, and the state of his hand on his sword, it's not hard to assume he's with the garrison. She tries walking alongside him.]

Do you sleep?

[blamesfate]

[He glances sidelong at the new face, dipping his chin to acknowledge her. His response is a bit sharp, but not unkind.]

Rarely, to be honest with you.

[whopraysfor]

[Zack was scarce yesterday, but today he's pushing the bookcart around town, looking for people who look bored.]

Good day!

[soulbridge]

[Not that Rideaux's looking to make conversation, but he is going to take a cursory look into the bookcart. Maybe he's checking for something in particular? Like, say, a certain book that suffered his heel a few days ago?]

[whopraysfor]

[these mostly seem to be fiction]

Can I help you?

[the coolness in his voice means he probably remembers you]

[sunscreenranger]

[Adding to the whole slew of new arrivals, this very serious young man is trudging around the city carrying a small suitcase. He looks for all the world like he has somewhere Very Important To Be, but if you're astute, you might be able to figure out that he's lost. Quite hopelessly lost.

... please halp]

[glorious]

[has been keeping an eye out for new arrivals while making his rounds]

Hello there. Did you just arrive today?