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[dated to Sunday morning! because most of this stuff wouldn't be happening at night. it's an overcast morning, and chilly enough that there could be snow if those clouds get any heavier!

prince_number_7 is heading home with a small bag, having gone out to grab a few things quickly. the bag contains a few things from what looks like a hair salon.

shellsandlight is seated in the park, looking a bit underdressed considering the temperature. he doesn't seem very bothered by the cold (living at the bottom of an ocean means having to deal with it, after all), and is currently enjoying a variety of candies that are likely to make him end up sick, more from the rate at which he is consuming them than for their contents.

fadedsketch is having a bit of difficulty pushing a fair-sized "portable" generator down the street. he's heading for his naga friend's den, wanting to give him something to power the electric heaters he's going to be bringing by as well at a slightly later date. he's already brought no doubt dozens of blankets by now.

paopuspirit is stringing tinsel garlands around the old paopu tree near the beach. it's already had some lights strung around it, all the way up to the leaves. how he managed to get it up so neatly is a mystery however.

cheeryskies has just entered the library, a bag slung over her shoulder. she seems set for a day indoors, just reading!

beforeitburned has found his way to an outdoor ice rink that he's never noticed before. there are cubbies full of skates of every size near it, and he's given into a sudden, overwhelming urge to try skating.

he's not doing very well.]

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Alright, I guess.

[She's eating more! The spice will hit in a moment. It will be hilarious.]

[well in that case, he's going to try the chips he pulled down. he has no idea what bacon is, but these are pretty tasty!]

[Maybe he should check the ingredients. YOU'RE EATING SKIN no okay it doesn't say that or anything. Time to move further down. Oh look, canned goods.]

[he is loving these chips. they're so crunchy and flavourful and he's going to come back and get like three of every single kind here and hide them all in his tree.]

[She keeps munching as she reaches for other things, eventually pulling away a small... can... of meat? She holds it out for him to see. Potted meat.]

Is... what is that?

[that can't really be meat, can it?]

[YES. YES IT CAN.]

You want to open it?

I'm not so sure I do.

[what is he even saying, of course he's way too curious not to open it.]

[She moves the chips to hold them against her side with her arm, and pops open the can to investigate. And by investigate I mean give a curious sniff before wrinkling her nose and offering it out to him for the same purpose.]

[he leans over to sniff it cautiously, his nose scrunching up as well.]

That can hardly be called meat.

[Time to dip her chips into it.]

[ewwwwwww why. he'll keep his chips plain, thank you.]

[She heaves a little. Good decision, Kai.]

This is not meat. It's paste.

Why would you even try it.

[ewwwwwwwww. don't get sick, Riku, there's still good food in here you could ruin!]

I wanted to know! Don't do it, it's disgusting.

[She's setting it back on a shelf. Ew.]

Humans are weird. Why would anyone voluntarily eat that? Is it a form of torture?

Maybe.

[She's eating more chips to get rid of the taste. This will end well.]

[indeed. perhaps they should keep wandering so they can find something for Riku to drink that isn't... vegetable oil or something else that'd be on the food aisle. ~~no I know there's probably regular drinks on that aisle too but still.~~]

[...but that would be hilarious. Nah, she's moving, not wanting to chance anything else with these canned items.]

[this is a good plan. they probably won't hit the drinks yet anyway, since the refrigerated areas are usually against a wall, huh?]

[Usually! They could mistakenly open a can of chicken stock or something, but Riku might actually like that. After a minute she starts making a weird sort of expression, looking down at the bag.]

My mouth is burning.

Burning? How?

[oh god were the chips poisoned???]

The extent of the lining is almost exclusively numb and my windtube is going the same way. It's excruciating.

[She looks a little startled.]

[Oh nooo how is he supposed to suck out the poison when it's in her throat?! Next best thing: find something to drink.]

Come on, we need to find a liquid to soothe it.