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A New Day; Cozy Fantasy Village Life

Given Rinn's recent escapade...

A New Day; Cozy Fantasy Village Life

Yeah, that's fine. :)

A New Day; Cozy Fantasy Village Life

I don't see why he wouldn't know, if he's the type to experiment with trying to cook everything.

FYI; Forest Slimes are not corrosive enough to be able to melt metal.

A New Day; Cozy Fantasy Village Life

It's about time to advance time. I'm just giving the people outside of town the opportunity to boogey their butts back before then, but I don't plan on dawdling too much longer in the midday spectrum of the day.

We'll be advancing time fairly shortly. Maybe in one or two full rounds from now.

A New Day; Cozy Fantasy Village Life

Apologies again for the delay, but there we go.

Peeps who're just standing about not sure what to do, if ya need directions or incentives, lemme know.

And since I know you'll ask, @ERode, these are the potential spoils in the south:

- An intact, but empty, simple unadorned wooden chest, without a lock.
- A really dull brass candleholder.
- A chipped, but otherwise intact, simple drinking horn. Or sonce. Depending on what you wanna use it for.
- An uncorked and empty wine bottle.
- A frayed old burlap sack. Likely for storing potatoes or some other food.
- A painted wooden bowl.
- An old, slightly rusted iron hunting knife (Rare)
- A simple fishing rod (Very rare)

EDIT:

Finger still hurts by the by. :<

A New Day; Cozy Fantasy Village Life

--- Springwood Forest ---

@Zeroth Yasunami Akitsugu, @Dragonydas Myrravel Velasien, @Remram Brom Stronghammer

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With the trio frozen in fear from the flabby foe that was fenagling its way forward, time seemed to slow and nearly stop with every tense breath they took. The creature, roughly the size of your adult fully-grown bulldog, stared at them with menacing eyes of non-existence, and let out a nerve-rattling roar of inaudibility from an orifice whoch it didn't have. That is to say, it did jack all, except slowly gloop its way forward - towards the pile of timber collected by the far eastern blacksmith.

It nothing was done soon, the jelly-like critter would surely get its slimey self entangled in the mounds and bounds of precious firewood, happily devouring it with rackless abandon! Or, somehting along those lines. Atually it was pretty tough to ay whether slimes had feelings or could experience sensations at all... It's not like they had brains or anything that remotely resembled nerves...

Still! IT WAS GETTING CLOSER!

--- Center of Town ---

@Lupusintus Rinn Arniman, @BunniesOfDoom Adrila Jaaxa

After a bit of marital horsing around, and a rare display of affection from the female spouse, the two finally noticed their on-looker. Sheryl, blushing slightly at the embarrassment of being seen, while Daryl waved happily and laughed, calling the elf over to them.

"Heya. How'd things go on your end? We're slowly getting everything on the cart off and stored into here. As you can see!"

The man pointed a confident thimb over his shoulder at the various crates, boxes and containers that were now littering the floor of the stone-brick building. That is to asy, it was being unpacked, but it hand't been properly organized or put away in any coherent or practical fashion. Which, given that they were nre arrivals here, made a lot of sense. Sheryl gave them big man an elbow to his side though.

"C'mon, that's enough bragging, husband. Back to work now."
"You got it, cherry pie!"
"Don't..:! Call me that... Jeez, you big oaf. I swear."

The red head put a hand to her own forehead and sighed. Then shook her head, put on a smile and walked over to Adrila, grabbing the other woman's hands in her own.

"Well, c'mon then, dear. Blankets are this way."

She led the administrative-minded elf over to the place where she'd been working. A small pile of neatly folded blankets, all brown in color, was resting ontop of a table-height box. Sheryl let go of Addie's hands and gingerly pulled one of the top-most sheets from the pile. Turning around, she presented it to the elf proudly.

"Aaaaaaaaand here you go~ Not my finest piece of work, I'll e the first to admit, but given that we needed so many in such a hurry, I couldn't exactly be too fussed about making them all perfect. They sohuld be good enough to use as bedding or for covers though." She said.

The fabric in Adrila's hands wasn't exactly what you'd call soft or high-quality, but neither was it coarse or unpleasant to the touch. Most likely, it was some kind of linen or lower grade cotton-y fabric. something none too expensive, but nontheless functional. Thankfully, it also appeared to be clean and free of both stains, grime and any particular smells or odors.

Meanwhile, the rumbling tumble of a rolling barrel could be heard growing ever closer, as a certain foppish fellow was slowly returning from his adventure in trying to tear down one of the town's mian production buildings and now get back to a place where he could, hopefully, cause a lot less damage.

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--- Southern Town ---

@ERode MacKinnon

Arriving at the southern part of the town, the young treasure huntress would find...! More abandoned buildings. Yup. Shocker, I know.

However, structures here were a bit different too. In fact, unlike most of the other places she had visited, the girl could tell that, unlike the rest of the town, the houses here seemed much more... Uniform. They were all roughly the same size, they all shared similar styled roofs and their interior layouts were almost always the same. The dwellings here were also noticeably smaller than the ones in the east and western parts of the town. Perhaps this was the 'poor' district? Or perhaps a place where new residents, who didn't have the coin or materials to build larger homes from the get-go gathered? it was impossible to say, really. Maybe the people who'd lived here just prefered smaller residences.

Regardless, a whole new host of unexplored hollows awaited her grabby, greedy hands. But other than this, there was nothing really more noteworthy here than in any other part of the little settlement.

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--- Southern Farms ---

@CitrusArms Niara Rootwick, @Rune_Alchemist Yingmei Okudaira

The clucking little critter moved and wiggled a little in the young woman's arms, before finally settling down in a position it was happy and comft in. And then, it just sat there. Perfectly happy to be held and carried around like a plushie or togepi pet. Whenever Yingmei spoke, it turned its head back and up to look at her, letting out a soft 'bok' sound, as if responding. Although, it probably just thoughtit was going to get more food or something. Not like a chicken could understand common speech, that'd be absurd!

However, apart from this, the tow ladies didn't experience anyhting in particular. Their actions and decisions from here on would need to take them in one direction or another. After all, now that the mill had been discovered, there really wasn't anything left on this old plot of overgrown farmland to see. Would they get to work clearing it right away? Or were they more inclined to head back into town, new feathered friend in tow, and report their findings?

Perhaps a third, unknown option? The possibilities were infinitude!

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Mommy Addie takin' care of the cubs. Precious. :3

A New Day; Cozy Fantasy Village Life

Due to reckless clumsiness, I'm going to post-pone today's GM post for tomorrow instead. Hurting my dominant index finger at work made me realize that writing a big post when I got back home (for another RP) may not have eben the smartest move.

EDIT:

As for what and how I hurt it.
I tried being a macho alpha and rip open a cardboard box with my bare, ungloved hands, because big alpha macho. Which caused me to get a paper cut on the torn cardboard all along the inside of my index finger, and now it stings and I can't really close/bend it properly, and it hurts when I type or use it.

Umbra Rose Condos

There we go. A little something to have Miyuki respond to peeps and their doings.

Umbra Rose Condos

Miyuki no Suzuyami

Location: Umra Rose Condos, Bldg #1, Cafeteria
Time of Day: Late Evening
Relevant Cast: @CitrusArms Yumeiko, @Lemons Velvet, @Massasauga Rebecca, @Eviledd1984 Sam & Azir

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The dark, ominous and unsettling aura which was surging forth from the curse-fox began to slowly, mildly and unhurriedly subside. The purple flames that had lit the tips of her tails like dark candles slowly faded and snuffed into nothing. Perhaps it was the presence of something divine coming inbetween the dark forces of chaos and shielding the rest of the wolrd from it, or perhaps it was the gentle warmth and love of someone precious that managed to surpress and stifle the flow of negativity. Whatever the case or reason, Yumeiko plopping herself down in Miyuki's rising lap seemed to have done some good if nothing else.

And when the mention of 'that
' was spoken aloud, the dark elder fox's ears twitched. Her eyes softened and her expression became less murderous and more... Curious...

"That, you say?" Her voice quiet, soft, like a whisper spoken next to a dry sandcastle, careful and measured, done so as to not blow the fragile grains apart and cause the whole thing to come crashing down. A fleeting dream, a mirage of morning dew and wispy clouds...

But what was that? What could possibly have such a profound significance and worth that the enraged fox of cursed chimes would let herself to - at least momentarily - become side-tracked and distracted by it? Surely it must be a great and hard-to-obtain something? A trinket or object or item so rare, so exquisit, that it could only ever have existed in a limited quantity at all times...!

...

Nope. It was a massage chair.

An electric massage chair.

On their way across the ocean from their homeland, Miyuki and Yumeiko had been privvy to watching one of thoe strange boxes with the moving pictures and sounds. The older of the two hadn't initially paid much attention to it, finding it noisy and unpleasant. However, at some point, a voluptuous western woman appeared inside it, and she was seated in a chair. But not just any chair. A chair that shook and vibrated and moved, all on it's own! WITHOUT MAGIC! It also looked really comfortable. Like, really comfortable. The kind of comfortable you could just sink down into and be surrounded by happy, blissful content...edness... If that's even a word. The woman in the box went on to talk about how the chair could help improved circulation, reduce fatigue, loosen muscles and, most important of all, help with stiff shoulders and strained backs!

... Something a certain top-heavy fox was all too familiar with, even if she didn't admit it.

Thus, the promise of the alluring and fantastical chair brought some light back to Miyuki's eyes. The spark of redeeming hope was kindled and a path out of the dark tunnel of oblivion had begun to flicker in the distance, like a lone, solitary buoy on the dark and frightening ocean at night...

... Until...

WHAT WAS THAT SMELL!?

Had the man from earlier somehow snuck up on the cuddling foxes?! No, wait, this was different... The footsteps and breathing wasn't the same, and the smell wasn't either. Although it was still horrible. Like, really, really awful and terrible. But it was nontheless different. And then, a phrase came. Words spoken by an unfamiliar voice, belogning to an unfamiliar face. It was a question. A question asked in a casual, uncomitted way, by a voice that really, truly and honestly didn't sound like it could care less, one way or the other. M iyuki's head turned to the infringing source of new noise and odors.

It was a woman. A woman she... Hadn't seen before...? Had she? She... She couldn't quite place her. Maybe she had? Somewhere recently? Whatever. They'd never talked or exchanged pleasantries, that's for certain. Yet, here she was, dressed like... That... Asking a quesiton even though her face looked like she didn't even want a response. ... Why was she here? Why was she speaking to Miyuki...? Was she speaking to Miyuki? perhaps she walking to Yumeiko? OR maybe the runt shrimp midget neck-biter at the next table over?

Whatever the case may have eben, Miyuki didn't answer. Because she never got the chance to. Before the fox could open her mouth...

A cavalcade of circus-like comedic catastrophy came crashing down into the center of the collective curiosities who had congregated at the center of the cafeteria, resulting in a cataclysim chain of crashes, clammering and confounded calamitous carnage that left the fox speechless.

Her table was crashed onto by a... Thing... Who was chasing one of those shrieking little goobers. The table flipped, right infront of Yumeiko and Miyuki. A cutesty 'kyaa~' was heard, though from which of them it originated, none would ever know. The table crashed, the being crashed, the food that was already on the floor was splattered and forced deeper into the ground, making sure that any hope of it perhaps being edible was now thoroughly and utterly crushed. Another being came, a larger one, and it too made a mess. The first offender lay sprawled in the heap of table, porcelain, food and chaotic confusion, it looked up and then...

... It had the audacity to ask for help.

Miyuki's face was now blank. Her eyes were dull and lightless. Her mouth drawn into a terse, thin line. Her body frozen, her gaze fixed a thousand-yard stare into the ether beyond space and time. She just held Yumeiko in her lap, sitting on that stool infront of the flipped-over-table.

"Yes. I am having a rough day." Voice as dry as sandpaper...

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TL;DR:

• Miyuki's mood improved by Yumeiko sitting in her lap.
• Miyuki recalled what 'That' was and got momentarily excited about the prospect of obtaining it by joining the hunt.
• Then she was approached by Rebecca, whos's smelly presence and question made Miyuki's mood begin to drop again.
• Then the Sam and Azir crashed into her and Yumi's dining table and caused a major scene.
• Now Miyuki is deadpan.