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Who: Elliot Nightray (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
yelliot) & YOU
What: Elliot being dumb around Olympia...
When: Throughout January
Where: Various locations throughout Olympia
Warning(s): N/A Will update if necessary?
UNSTOCKED MARKET
[All Elliot wanted was a carton of eggs. Not even a dozen, just half would've done. But there aren't any that he can find. For some reason they're entirely sold out, regardless of which stall he goes to, which only leaves him feeling frustrated, if not a little dejected. The thing about Olympia is that it's a lot more organized than Wyver (at least in his opinion) and there are a lot of things in the market Elliot's never really seen before. Especially in the fruit section.
The thing about being rich is that you really don't know where your food comes from most of the time, and there's one fruit in particular that has Elliot completely perplexed. He stands there, holding a pineapple, looking more than a little confused. It was so...weird?]
...Do people really eat these?
STRAYS
[He's really weak. Really, really weak.
To cats, that is.
This current, new furry friend is a stray gray cat with white paws that Elliot is currently infatuated with. So much so he's taken it upon himself to make sure no one is around him as he stands off to the side in an alleyway, crouched down to pet the friendly creature on the head. It's clear that for now nothing else matters other than the attention he's getting from this cat. He's totally blissed out even. Maybe you should let him be...
or tease him for it.]
You're so cute...do you have any friends?
TAVERN
[Somehow, Elliot had managed to strike a deal with the owner of a tavern not long ago. In exchange for performances on the establishment's piano he'd be allowed to stay there in one of the upstairs rooms. The same applied to Leo. He's just finished playing for the night and is more than a little tired, but he seems content enough to linger by the piano a little longer while patrons filter out of the tavern and toward the exit.
Maybe, just maybe, if you're polite enough and stick around he'll play you an encore.]
...Did you need something?
yelliot) & YOU What: Elliot being dumb around Olympia...
When: Throughout January
Where: Various locations throughout Olympia
Warning(s): N/A Will update if necessary?
UNSTOCKED MARKET
[All Elliot wanted was a carton of eggs. Not even a dozen, just half would've done. But there aren't any that he can find. For some reason they're entirely sold out, regardless of which stall he goes to, which only leaves him feeling frustrated, if not a little dejected. The thing about Olympia is that it's a lot more organized than Wyver (at least in his opinion) and there are a lot of things in the market Elliot's never really seen before. Especially in the fruit section.
The thing about being rich is that you really don't know where your food comes from most of the time, and there's one fruit in particular that has Elliot completely perplexed. He stands there, holding a pineapple, looking more than a little confused. It was so...weird?]
...Do people really eat these?
STRAYS
[He's really weak. Really, really weak.
To cats, that is.
This current, new furry friend is a stray gray cat with white paws that Elliot is currently infatuated with. So much so he's taken it upon himself to make sure no one is around him as he stands off to the side in an alleyway, crouched down to pet the friendly creature on the head. It's clear that for now nothing else matters other than the attention he's getting from this cat. He's totally blissed out even. Maybe you should let him be...
or tease him for it.]
You're so cute...do you have any friends?
TAVERN
[Somehow, Elliot had managed to strike a deal with the owner of a tavern not long ago. In exchange for performances on the establishment's piano he'd be allowed to stay there in one of the upstairs rooms. The same applied to Leo. He's just finished playing for the night and is more than a little tired, but he seems content enough to linger by the piano a little longer while patrons filter out of the tavern and toward the exit.
Maybe, just maybe, if you're polite enough and stick around he'll play you an encore.]
...Did you need something?
no subject
He'll be lucky if he can manage toast without burning it at this point though.]
Sure. By all means.
[Show him how it's done.]