#eugene 01

Checking his brochure for what had to be the fifth time in the last minute, Shulk was fairly sure he was in the correct Ward this time. While, he still didn’t know what ‘Greece’ was, the blues and whites surrounding him seemed to match up with the description he’d been given of Archimedes.

That being said, he still had no idea where his apartment was supposed to be. This was by far the most confusing place in the city he had been yet, and quickly Shulk found himself all turned around in the twisting streets. The only place he had ever been with paths nearly so narrow and winding was Frontier Village, but of course that had been built by a much smaller race of people.

There was nothing for it; he was going to have to ask someone for directions again. From the narrow alley he was standing in, Shulk spotted a man with brown hair and a goatee walking on the other side the street.

“Excuse me!”

At some point, even a goose gets bored. Wandering around Fibonacci, it really wasn't fair of how everyone got a house except the goose. Where's the equality? Goose have rights, too! No, the goose won't tolerate this— If it won't get a house assigned, it'll just claim one themselves! Oh, and look— There was one house which had its window open. A horrible decision, really.

Because now it got a visitor.

“Mr. Eugene! Hi!”

Kay loves the Star Trail in Archimedes. Even though a lot of the food vendors are on to her tricks, she can still get by on free samples, as well as whatever she can swipe. She’s glad she ran into Eugene here, though; she was hoping they’d meet again after their last conversation.

“Hope I’m not interrupting you or anything, I was just looking around.”

Getting from point A to point B without her grappling hook is harder than Carmen thought it would be. She’s resorted to walking, frowning at a map she’d picked up. It’s not helping, and the internet on her phone still isn’t working. Just what kind of place is this?

“This might be a weird question, but can you tell me what country we’re in?” Hopefully she isn’t bothering this guy, but she needs answers. And he looks friendly enough!

‘What do you get the woman who wants nothing?’

“Nothing” would have been the easy answer, but she sought no such shortcuts.  A mere excuse, it was; a dismissal of what she would see as negligence to someone dear to her.  Whether she would appreciate it or not may not be seen for some time, but even if she wouldn’t be here to receive it when the holiday came upon them, she wanted to have something to give her when she did arrive.

If she arrived.

The thought was shook from her head.  One day.  Now was just the time to prepare for that day.  She fumbled with the top she’d found, frowning as she was unable to hold its sleeves out all the way and get a good look at herself.  She could go over to a mirror, but...oh, a much easier solution was nearby!  The man was definitely taller than herself, likely more than the intended recipient as well.  She took a quick few steps over to him.

“Pardon me, sir.”  With a gentle smile, she held the item out toward him.  “Could I ask you to hold this up to yourself with the arms out so I can get a good look at it in full?”

It was a black, long-sleeved blouse adorned with pink skulls that seemed to decompose into flowers, its size a bit too big for herself and certainly too slender for a man of his build.  None of those facts seemed to bother her.