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Send me “⚜” for an aesthetic of your muse. | accepting (though I wouldn't do them until next Friday)

Tough luck for anyone living in the latter rows of Fibonacci. Unfortunately, that includes J by default, who has the pleasure of being housed in the last one; House 123.

Though, sitting by a bench near House 111, it could only recommend those looking to traverse further to wait all the same. "Unless you're itching for a skirmish to get home? Best take a seat. Some 'anti-stars' protest ended up escalating to… all that."

The drone would gesture with air quotes while speaking, its metallic hand switching to a smartphone that'd resume playing the video it had just recorded a few minutes ago. It sure is a noisy crowd up ahead. "Who knows! Maybe they'll let you through if you ask politely." sarcasm. "But I have no missile launcher to clear the way with anymore, so I'll be here."

isabeau knows pent-up when he sees it, and this guy? capital P pent-up! not that he goes around looking for people who could use a pal-- there just so happens to be many such cases.

himself included, maybe? it's easier not to dwell on his own issues when he's out helping other people with theirs, though! that's just textbook symbiosis.

"heya, stranger! hope i'm not interrupting anything important!" can't go wrong with a bold approach; arms crossed and stance wide, "and if i am, you are totally, one-hundred percent allowed to brush me off! no hard feelings!"

"buuut, since we're both by our lonely lonesome," he juts a thumb toward the giant, simmering pot behind him, brow lifting in open invitation, "whaddaya say? wanna group up and/or soup up?"

⠀⠀⠀❛ ⠀They should really have someone sweep these overnight or something...⠀❜ ⠀⠀THE ⠀mage mutters to no one in particular, using the side of her boot to clear up a couple of the steps leading up to the next market stall. It's a long, long way down if one were to slip — but that's par for the course amid the Sky-Strewn Isles. Factor in eager crowds wanting to get limited-edition holiday items and that risk factor jumps up astronomically.

⠀⠀⠀❛ ⠀If the price markups don't kill you, the fall will.⠀❜ 

ʚїɞ - Bonk, bonk, bonk, bonk! Fern didn't know what to expect when she'd heard about the "magical marshmallows" plaguing Cotes ward. But she hadn't expected to have the squishy treats raining down to hit her in the head over and over. At least they were soft...

She turned to look at the nearest person experiencing the same phenomenon as her, but her exhaustion was already plain.

" Ow!! "

Eiden yelps as piece of marshmallow hits him from the back, right into the head. That is soooo not fair!!! Moreover when Eiden's turning to grab he now gets pummelled with a fluff of marshmallows. They rain on him unable to keep his eyes open.

"It looks to be that the owner is not here."

Being here is giving him some kind of side effect and yet he stands in front of the shrine like it's nothing. Looks like whoever ownes this place knows what they're doing.

Welcome back to frigid Isola Radiale, Lloyd!

You'll be staying in HOUSE 119.

You will retain everything you had in your previous stay!

Enjoy your return!