dictated, and action for those in town

[midget]

[ There's a clatter and the telltale sound of a journal opening. It opens to some shuffling in the background, and a young girl speaking - although it's slightly muffled, as if wrapped or covered in something. ]

-did it get so dusty? I need a maid... [ Some more shuffling sounds. ] Or a butler. Or at least a few days off so I can clean up...

[ There's a pause, then a sigh. ] Where is that fabric? I didn't put it up top, did I...? Where's that stepladder?

[ After just a moment, then there's a quiet sound of surprise, and- ] Erk...! It's already this late? The master is going to be pissed. [ Hrngh-! ] It's not my fault...!

This fabric will have to do. It's not what she wanted, but... [ The journal is lifted up at this point, wrapped in a few yards of fabric.



Anybody out and about in town might see a familiar blond girl running with some white and pink fabric in her arms. She's dressed up in a fancy dress, even though she was coming from a wood cabin at the edge of some woodlands near the residential district.


Feel free to run into her anywhere in the residential district through her goal, a tailor's shop in the business district, or to spark a conversation over the journal. It's in her bundle of fabric, though she doesn't realize it. ]

Comments

[encryptedlock]

Well, how else would you be hearing my voice?

[midget]

It's..... coming from my fabric?

[ Rummage, rummage... pulls out the journal. ]

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It really exists. The journal.

[encryptedlock]

Told you. You can use it to talk to anyone in the castle, and if you leave it open, we can all hear you, too.

[midget]

The... castle?

This has to do with the castle?

Sorry. That has nothing to do with me.

[encryptedlock]

[That answer didn't really make any sense. York decides to probe a little more.]

Oh yeah? Why not, if you have something from it with your name on it?

1/2

[midget]

This thing's probably been in my closet for years. I don't have anything to do with the castle. That's where all the weird people live.

[midget]

. . . . You're from the castle, aren't you?

[encryptedlock]

Yeah, just like you were a Magikarp seller for years.

Uh, that is, yes. Well, originally I'm from New York City--[And there's a pause here since, according to this temp loss, he has to take a quick drink here]--but I've been here in the castle for a few years now.

[midget]

Right. So castle resident, then....


...Magic carp?

[encryptedlock]

Magikarp. Or the world's greatest supervillain vampire. Take your pick.

[midget]

Super... what?

No. No no no no! I'm just an ordinary apprentice seamstress, and...

And I'm going to be late.

[encryptedlock]

All right, all right. Get your stuff done on time.

But if you find yourself thinking a little more about it, just let me know. I'm Freelancer York--[and there's another pause for a drink--and my journal is always open for a friend.

[midget]

Friend? Tch!

[ That's all he'll get.

SHE'LL BE SORRY LATER, OKAY? ]

[encryptedlock]

[Yeah, yeah. He'll just have to bribe her with cake or something.]