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7 ♣ [TEXT/ACTION FOR GOLDENROD CITY]
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[Sometime during the day, a short text pops up on the network.]
Tell me about something you miss from home. Something you can't get here.
[Someone isn't having a good day.]
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[Things have been fairly rough for Celes, lately, but she's finally managed to get herself out of the house. It's more for necessity rather than out of desire, however; a horrible discovery early this morning showed her that it was simply impossible for her to remain idle...especially in the face of such a frustrating threat. What was this clearly catastrophe occurrence?
She discovered she's running dangerously low on eyeliner.
So that's why, if you happen to be in the make-up section of the Goldenrod Department store, you'll spot her and her Gothitelle, Victoria, standing in front of a display featuring one of the fancier brands. Celes' face isn't showing much emotion, as usual, but her movements are jerky and her posture is tight. She's frustrated; the day isn't getting any better. She's gone through three testers and none of them are quite right; the fourth one isn't showing promise, either.]
I simply cannot believe they ran out of my favourite brand...none of these ones are quite the same.
[Narrowing her eyes at the thin black line she's drawn on her hand, Celes rubs at it with her finger, pursing her lips as it smudges into her skin.]
Honestly...is this what passes for quality in this place? Pathetic...that saleswoman should be fired.
[Turning around, she lightly tosses the tester back towards the display; it lands neatly back into place with a soft clacking sound, guided into position by her Gothitelle. Looking around the make-up area, Celes rolls her eyes.]
Am I really expected to travel all the way to Celadon City to find it? What nonsense.
[...although...she has heard excellent things about the fashion and shopping in Celadon. Would it be able to compare to Tokyo, though? Hmm...
...well. It's not like she's going to go today, anyway. The thought is...tempting, however; it would likely do her good to get away from this city for a little while.
Food for thought, anyway.
...]
Come, Victoria. Perhaps I'll buy a new perfume.
[OOC: Celes will be wandering throughout the Department Store all day, so you can run into her wherever you like - it doesn't just have to be the make-up section!]
[Sometime during the day, a short text pops up on the network.]
Tell me about something you miss from home. Something you can't get here.
[Someone isn't having a good day.]
[ACTION]
[Things have been fairly rough for Celes, lately, but she's finally managed to get herself out of the house. It's more for necessity rather than out of desire, however; a horrible discovery early this morning showed her that it was simply impossible for her to remain idle...especially in the face of such a frustrating threat. What was this clearly catastrophe occurrence?
She discovered she's running dangerously low on eyeliner.
So that's why, if you happen to be in the make-up section of the Goldenrod Department store, you'll spot her and her Gothitelle, Victoria, standing in front of a display featuring one of the fancier brands. Celes' face isn't showing much emotion, as usual, but her movements are jerky and her posture is tight. She's frustrated; the day isn't getting any better. She's gone through three testers and none of them are quite right; the fourth one isn't showing promise, either.]
I simply cannot believe they ran out of my favourite brand...none of these ones are quite the same.
[Narrowing her eyes at the thin black line she's drawn on her hand, Celes rubs at it with her finger, pursing her lips as it smudges into her skin.]
Honestly...is this what passes for quality in this place? Pathetic...that saleswoman should be fired.
[Turning around, she lightly tosses the tester back towards the display; it lands neatly back into place with a soft clacking sound, guided into position by her Gothitelle. Looking around the make-up area, Celes rolls her eyes.]
Am I really expected to travel all the way to Celadon City to find it? What nonsense.
[...although...she has heard excellent things about the fashion and shopping in Celadon. Would it be able to compare to Tokyo, though? Hmm...
...well. It's not like she's going to go today, anyway. The thought is...tempting, however; it would likely do her good to get away from this city for a little while.
Food for thought, anyway.
...]
Come, Victoria. Perhaps I'll buy a new perfume.
[OOC: Celes will be wandering throughout the Department Store all day, so you can run into her wherever you like - it doesn't just have to be the make-up section!]
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of a particular GDPactually quite personally wealthy these days. He's more than happy to boast about it.]It is incredible! The Tour de France is extraordinarily exciting and attracts athletes from all over the world. I've competed in it recreationally myself, since I'm technically not allowed to compete due to being one of the organisers and the host.
Myself, I'm the Republic of France. Think of me as sort of like a personification of the lands, people, and culture of the country. I'm like a living national entity. Usually, I fulfil a function like a minor government official combined with a military officer as well as an everyday citizen.
Here, though, I'm a chef.
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Okay, you had her with the first paragraph, but you completely lost her with the second...]
You're...France? What, like an ambassador? You must be important if you run the damn Tour de France. I didn't think that was the race you were talking about...
[So many questions, so little time....]
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[You know, between the wizards, the alien technology and now the talking countries, she's starting to wish she'd never sent that text...]
I have so many questions to ask, but I fear I do not know where to start....
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