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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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[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.

Maybe it actually was a form of torture.

[She's not poisoned! She's still cracking jokes! A nice cold liquid would be lovely right now though.]

[he'll trot off to the end of the aisle to see if there's some hint of drinks somewhere. and look, there's a corner of a refrigerated bit against the wall!]

[Yaaaaay a ~~thermal hull~~ refrigerator. ♥ Pick something out for her, Kai. She's not having good luck today.]

[yeah, he's rushing over there to grab a pretty harmless looking can, popping it open after a moment to hand it over.]

Here, hopefully this will help.

[She takes it and lifts it up to chug a good half of it. She'll pull away sputtering and coughing.]

That's disgusting.

Sorry. I think I saw water further down, should I get that instead?

This is fine.

[She's going to down some more of it because it's doing the job, at least.]

Alright.

[she's probably tasted worse. ~~in the form of Hachibi-- I mean what.~~

[~~Hachibi totally doesn't taste good. ): Unless he's in pain.~~ She lowers the can back and draws her tongue around the inside of her mouth, judging if that did the trick.]

Better. Want to try it?

[he holds his hand out for the can, not entirely sure he wants to taste it, but willing to do so anyway.]

[It tastes like motoroil and grub eyes.

She probably has tasted these things before.]

[ewwwwwwww. he's going to hand it back after a sip, making a face.]

I should have grabbed something else.

It could have been worse.

[Human tears or something.]

True.

[still, he's going to look for something a little more... well, tasty.]

It could have tasted like that meat paste.

[the face he's makiiiiing. sticking his tongue out and grimacing and everything.]

[She snickers, but it'll change when she bangs her horns on some shelves and knocks several boxes to the ground. Oops.]

[which means it's his turn to laugh at her. he'll still be laughing as he turns toward the fridge door he's in front of to pick out one of the glass bottles of juice. it looks like watered down blood.]

[She'll be grumbling and making her way further down to investigate things. Is it grape. Is it fruit punch. IS IT.]

[it is totally fruit punch and it tastes fucking amazing. way better than that shit in the can he gave to Riku. he's even going to follow her and nudge her with the bottle.]

This is much better.

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