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dictated, and action for those in town
[ 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. ]
-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. ]
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Eva? What's the problem?
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Ack!
[ ....Kinda. ]
Who was- [ She's looking around. WHO...? ] Who's there!?
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Yeah, he was afraid of that. York sighs.]
There should be a journal somewhere?
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[He wonders why she hasn't started freaking out about being in a castle yet.]
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[ Rrrrriiiiiight.... ]
Why would I have one of those?
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[ Rummage, rummage... pulls out the journal. ]
.
.
.
It really exists. The journal.
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This has to do with the castle?
Sorry. That has nothing to do with me.
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Oh yeah? Why not, if you have something from it with your name on it?
1/2
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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.
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...Magic carp?
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No. No no no no! I'm just an ordinary apprentice seamstress, and...
And I'm going to be late.
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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.
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[ Secretly happy only because it would have sucked to lose a second babymama AGAIN. But also not-so-secretly cussing out the castle. ]
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[ That's all he'll get.
SHE'LL BE SORRY LATER, OKAY? ]
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And why does this one annoy me so much?
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[ Damnit. How convenient. ]
Of course. Whatever. Forget about it.
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No wonder I'm annoyed.
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