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--come again!

[ miyuki cheerfully waves at the customer as they leave, before turning towards the shelves again. the little bookshop is chock full of fairy tale anthologies, picture books--everything miyuki has ever dreamed of reading. as a result, she jumped into helping. she's taking note of all the books now, before spotting someone lingering in the aisles. ]

Oh! Hi, hello! Are you looking for something? All the fairy tales in this section are super ultra happy!

[ Look at this fashionable girl walking down the street, sipping on her bubble tea. She'd never stop by this anime and manga specialty store, right?

Wrong. She skids to a halt. ]

Wah! They have posters of that character already!? [ Taiwan has a hand pressed on the glass as she admires the poster of a cute character from some anime. ] Oh, and these figurines! I wonder if they still have the limited edition in stock. [ A frown. ] They ran out before I could pre-order, ooh... [ A smile again. ] But they should have it here!

[ Then, she faces you, the person next to her, and blushes. Rather that looking embarrassed, she seems... excited!? ]

Ah, are you into this stuff, too?

[ there is a tall-ish man, almost blindingly blonde, standing in the middle of the sidewalk in the shopping gate. he's absolutely petrified.

because how can you be so cheap as to sell cantaloupe for 50 cents apiece, this is literally RIDICULOUS. ]

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[Rosalia's come to the supermarket with a few ideas for dinner in mind and the intent to try shopping around, but there's an awful lot of food around here. An awful lot of people too.

It's a little overwhelming, and all of a sudden she's acutely aware that she's never been here without her father before. But...well, she's here. Rosalia grips her shopping basket tightly and stares up at the shelves.]

Um--cereal. Right.

[One of these two dozen varieties.]

What did we used to get at home again?

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[ a. the high school/the pool

When you've spent the last few years hopping worlds and fighting shadows, high school is actually really boring. One might think a return to normal life would be preferable, a chance to rest. Maybe if Sora was back on Destiny Islands.

So Sora isn't technically skipping out on class. He's interacting with nature as a form of personal enrichment more valuable than the absolute gibberish his teacher was lecturing! Totally. He had made an attempt to get something out of it before wondering off, at least.

Which is what finds him napping under a tree in probably the most visible area of the school, apparently not bothered in the least by the sunlight right on his face or the risk of an actually competent teacher finding him.

Alternatively he's managed to make it a block away from the school to the pool, nonchalantly hanging out on the edge with his bare feet kicking in the water.

If he can't have Destiny Islands and its beaches, the pool is the next best thing! ]

[ b. the housing area.

Some time later in the day, Sora is planted smack dab in the middle of his yard, surrounded a variety of items like wood, rope, and fishing line. It looks like he's trying to some kind of human-ish figure together, thought it's pretty crude.

It looks nothing like one just yet, but if one waits long enough, it'll slowly become clear that he's trying to put together some kind of wooden dummy. Or scarecrow. It could be either, really, intentions aside.

If he notices someone passing by, he's likely to wave them over, far too cheerful as he does so. Help him wind some line and make some arms? ]

I'm so sorry!

[That's the only warning you get before a ~~very pink~~ girl hurries past you, stooped low and gathering several apples that are rolling down the street. She might bump into you slightly in her haste to catch them all as they start to gain momentum.]

a. the shopping gate
[A small boy who looks about high school freshman-age is standing like a tourist in the middle of the shopping gate. He is holding a large, folded map that's wider than he is. He lowers it, looks over the buildings in front of him with much distress, and then lowers his eyes to his map as he walks left.

He is very, very lost, and he's about to run into a fire hydrant. Do you help him, or watch and laugh? He is wearing glasses, though...]

b. altaciere high school
[Some weenie is standing outside of the school entrance with a small cloth bag full of flyers. He stands in the middle of a river of students, and you're the next person he offers a flyer to.]

Please consider joining the biking club!

[Did you expect him to say the anime club? Or something that wasn't a sport? He looks a little short and weak, but maybe it's because of his baggy uniform...]

oo1.

[It's hard to not feel uncomfortable just going outside because what the hell is this place? His first thought is yeah, maybe it's just a westernized version of everything he knows, but what are these machines that go down the road, and wow how does that kitchen light itself? It's like magic. Of course, how the hell is he supposed to know that half this shit will be invented eventually when he's from 1860s Japan?

But outside feels a lot better than inside right now, even though he totally looks out of place wearing a Japanese hakama and long hair tied back like... well some fashion is at that time.

Please bug him even though the expression on his face pretty much reads 'don't friggin' bug me'.]

oo2.

[Hearing there was a pleasure gate made him go there to get some good entertainment and maybe relax a little with some good food. And not a drink because he's the worst drunk ever. But when he gets is some crappy show of untrained entertainers? It makes him feel spoiled that a place like Shimabara exists when he wants a nice night to relax and have good entertainment. Excuse his disgusted face as he walks out of the show because this isn't what he signed up to watch.]

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[School? Mandatory? Seto crinkles up his nose, eyes on the informative slip of paper in his hands. Well, okay, he'll go to school, but--]

mrow.

[--was that a cat?]

"Ohhh, hey there buddy!"

[This is way more important. He'll head to school after he finishes petting this stray cat, in the middle of the sidewalk, potentially in everyone's way.]

School:

[ Marth is still really confused. He has a house and a pretend family and has to go to school. And even stranger, people keep telling him he's some sort of historical hero king.

But first things first. School. He stands at the entrance, wearing his long blue tunic, matching pants, and brown boots. He'd discarded the cloak and armor back home, no longer seeing a need for it here. Medeus wasn't here, so all should be safe. He still needed to get back home and figure out who took the Falchion and Fire Emblem.

He stops someone in the hallways. ]

Pardon me, could you tell me where to go?

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At H-mart:

[ Ryou has quite a bit of food with him, more than one person alone should need. He's got several bunches of bananas, snacks, milk, and cereal in his hand basket that's now overflowing.

He appears to be a bit lost ]

Now where was that again?

Oh, yes, the last thing he really wanted was a nice, lovely home with all the trimmings; spouse, kids, monotonous job... you know, everything that being Rufus Shinra is totally not about. Yet here he is, and if you're unfortunate enough to be anywhere near him today, after he's (partly) resigned himself to staying here (for now), be prepared for some nasty looks.

And if you happen to be one of the family...

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[This is probably one of your few classmates who's actually paying some attention to the lessons. It's a bit interesting to him. Want to disturb his concentration?]

He felt much more comfortable with a gun, and was glad he could find them around, even if getting one did mean having to have a real job. Which, actually, wasn't half-bad. It was different, and kind of nice.

The whole being pulled randomly from one place to another without much choice? He'd been there before, so he wasn't worried. The whole having a family? Well, that was a bit strange. But the whole normal job, no strange monsters (that he'd met), and all of that? Perfect for the time being.

"Now to wait for it to go all bad." Leon mumbled, because his luck just never held.

[Okay so, it isn't exactly news gathering, but working at a sushi bar isn't so bad. Reiko smiles while greeting any potential incoming customers. Although, there might be a piece of fish or shrimp she's finishing up.]

Welcome! Please welcome to the Sushi Bar. We have some delicious selections and --[She plucks a shrimp and eats it happily.] the shrimps are fresh.

[Although, the tall gentleman behind her is not very fond of the idea of her eating in front of the customers... Ah but, she does notice him and turns to him politely.] Ahh, Mr. Boss. These are a fine catch.

[There was only one reasonable place for Makishima to begin his search, and that was what lead him to the Shopping District. The stores were plentiful and of a larger variety than he could have ever expected, but then again, seeing as this Landlord had a hundred or so people to keep under control, he figured he'd have to have a whole lot at hand to keep them happy. A mall, a library, a zoo, dozens of bakeries and coffee shops, even a gun store (why did they need a gun store?). This place seemed to have everything.

Everything except the exact thing Makishima had been trying to look for. Scratching at his head, he lets out a near defeated sigh as he gazes around the area one more time, trying to figure out where to try his luck next. He should have looked up a map or something. After a moment's pause, he turns around, then catches sight of someone nearby and approaches them.]

Hey. Is there a bicycle shop around here? No motors, just the regular kind. Or at least something good for road racing. [He'd go into more specifics, but he'd rather not confuse a random stranger with cyclist lingo. Granted, a simple bicycle would have done well enough for him, but honestly, he wanted something a little better than that. Hell, he'd probably take something like Onoda's mommy bike. ...okay maybe he wasn't that desperate. Yet.]

[Well Yuiko had always been rather curious, and it seemed like it was perfectly fine to look around on her own since no one had said not to. So rather than going to the house that she had been assigned, Yuiko is going to explore the city. Besides waking up in someone's lawn chair was kind of weird, but she figured she must have just gotten tired on the way home and dozed off or something.]

convenience store(???)

[guess what sad bachelor has wandered into a sad cheap store to purchase his dinner. as well as few cans of peaches, if he can get his hands on them. it's pathetic.

he might bump into you by accident (he's carrying at least three cans of peaches), or strike up a friendly conversation if your character looks up for it!!]

housing gate

[mizuki is walking around the area, trying to get a grasp on the cookie-cutter style of the town. it's different from midorijima -- calmer, at least. the houses are much larger than his own tiny apartment. his eyes are drawn to the sky frequently, not used to its open blueness. there's so much space here.]

Houses like this are probably expensive... There's gotta be a catch.

[still if there's one thing he misses, it's his shop........]

[There's going to be two things here, but most important is the first, because that's what's going to be the present:

1. There's a boy stuck in a tree. He's clinging for dear life, trembling like a leaf about to fall, and he's calling for help weakly. Heeelp. Heeeeeelp.

2. How he got up. There was a cat stuck in the tree, or so he thought, so he jumped up to get it. He's got an amazing jump - he can see the over top of a volleyball net despite his 162cm (163cm if you round up!!) height - and obviously the best use was this. The cat itself is watching him from below, licking his fur without a care.]

You-- You're a little demon! You tricked me! You could get down the whole time!

[Meow.]

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