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[OPEN] haven't you noticed
Who: Hakuno and other hard-working Heroes
When: 7/05—8/05
Where: Caissa, Petrosian
What: Hakuno performs hard labor for hard cash. Edit: This also doubles as an overflow post for any Ball/Festival threads that people might want to continue.
Rating: Probably general, will modify as necessary
i. fly angry
Shoot shoot shoot...
[Is she talking to herself, or the jammed tranquilizing gun in her hand? Well, really, it shouldn't matter. What matters, in the moment, is the bulging mail-bag bouncing on her hip as she bolts down the streets and side-streets and the trio of gryphons swooping after her. She skids and bolts around a corner, nearly falling, and ducks inside the nearest coffee shop for sanctuary. She quickly gets away from any windows and flops into an empty seat, offering a tired smile to the wide-eyed waitress as she smoothes down her hair.]
Sorry. Mail delivery is a bit more serious than it used to be, these days.
ii. a good day's labor
[Hakuno is, perhaps, a little too excited for such a normal, banal chore. She's even humming as she bends to weed her plot of land, gently shooing away the squirrel-like creatures that occasionally crop up and try to nibble at the bucket of roughage. Francis Xavier's sweet, pleading gaze is far more effective, so she doesn't pay them any more heed than it takes to send them skittering off.
She pauses after she clears her first patch, retightens her ponytail, and hefts up the bucket to go toss it with the rest of the weeds. Once that's done, she stretches and glances around]
Now, where exactly do I grab those seeds...?
iii. day at the museum
[Hakuno is fascinated. She's buried in a stack of books, eagerly drinking in the recorded history of Gammon. Whatever her feelings about Ryder might be, his country sounds beautiful. There are some tourism pamphlets she's managed to scrounge up, and the elderly librarian agreed to talk to her about his honeymoon to Gammon when he takes his lunch break.]
Such a huge clock... I wish there was a bigger picture of it.
iv. before the stroke of midnight
[Hakuno had a top-level for the party-log here if you wanted to continue anything!]
When: 7/05—8/05
Where: Caissa, Petrosian
What: Hakuno performs hard labor for hard cash. Edit: This also doubles as an overflow post for any Ball/Festival threads that people might want to continue.
Rating: Probably general, will modify as necessary
i. fly angry
Shoot shoot shoot...
[Is she talking to herself, or the jammed tranquilizing gun in her hand? Well, really, it shouldn't matter. What matters, in the moment, is the bulging mail-bag bouncing on her hip as she bolts down the streets and side-streets and the trio of gryphons swooping after her. She skids and bolts around a corner, nearly falling, and ducks inside the nearest coffee shop for sanctuary. She quickly gets away from any windows and flops into an empty seat, offering a tired smile to the wide-eyed waitress as she smoothes down her hair.]
Sorry. Mail delivery is a bit more serious than it used to be, these days.
ii. a good day's labor
[Hakuno is, perhaps, a little too excited for such a normal, banal chore. She's even humming as she bends to weed her plot of land, gently shooing away the squirrel-like creatures that occasionally crop up and try to nibble at the bucket of roughage. Francis Xavier's sweet, pleading gaze is far more effective, so she doesn't pay them any more heed than it takes to send them skittering off.
She pauses after she clears her first patch, retightens her ponytail, and hefts up the bucket to go toss it with the rest of the weeds. Once that's done, she stretches and glances around]
Now, where exactly do I grab those seeds...?
iii. day at the museum
[Hakuno is fascinated. She's buried in a stack of books, eagerly drinking in the recorded history of Gammon. Whatever her feelings about Ryder might be, his country sounds beautiful. There are some tourism pamphlets she's managed to scrounge up, and the elderly librarian agreed to talk to her about his honeymoon to Gammon when he takes his lunch break.]
Such a huge clock... I wish there was a bigger picture of it.
iv. before the stroke of midnight
[Hakuno had a top-level for the party-log here if you wanted to continue anything!]
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