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He was nearly ready to leave Echo at this rate- he’d really explored most of the town and forest, and wasn’t interested in traveling too far away by plane like the travel agency offered. Making his last circle around, the redhead was soon delighted to see an animal seller with a pen on display, a cow and two chickens wandering around the enclosed space.

Oh, they were cute.

Without much regard, Henri reached in and gave the cow a pet, smiling at how it came to lick at his face. Well, until he felt a glare staring daggers into his back, and found the source to be an angry...punk band member?

Ten of Pentacles.

This was an easy one, thankfully. He even almost showed a bit of amusement on his stony visage.

Formalities. He wanted anything other than that, given that all the “two cents” in the world were tossed in a fountain to be forgotten. He was talented at avoiding that nonsense now-- a professional apathizer. In his softer moments he’d give in to the flow of things, but otherwise, he wanted nothing more than to stay in his lane and learn to float. That is... if this damn world would give him a chance to breathe. Owen was at it again, with his marble-filled, happy-go-lucky notions of... well, whatever. Hospitalities, he guessed? Humble, really. Smelled of something more devious than what he let on. 

The guy wanted to slide this stranger a cake. Put it on my tab, he said. Fah. He felt like an in-between dealer, the messenger to be shot. At the very least, his cake should have been up to par. Chocolate. The kind that sponged in a richer, more vivid notion of delicacy. A riveting piece, one that was meant to move people. Well. The worst that could happen was the small talk that came with. He could taste the monotony like hardtack on his tongue. 

With a dull look in Chase’s eye, he slid the cake over with the guy’s drink-- a delivery that would put Apollo to shame. “Here. It’s on the house. That guy--” He struck the air bluntly, to indicate the hard-headed fellow in the back. “wanted to--” See the look on your face. Said you probably needed to smile more. Today. Probably. Chase wasn’t prepared to be skewered so early in the evening. He hadn’t even prepared his obituary papers yet. 

“Treat you to something nice.” There. That was enough of that. Professional, lackluster. Like a rusty spoon, probably. But hey, at the very least, it wasn’t a skewer. Now back to the kitchen, with a pivot of his heel. Before he felt the heat of sentimentality froth from this guy’s mouth.  

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Today was going to be a mission, Michelle could already feel it in her blood. Everyone in the village had made an effort to come to her shows at least once in their lives. Who wouldn’t? It was just some good ol’ fashioned fun where you could sit down, relax and have a good laugh while enjoying some spectacular magic tricks and watching a cute girl like herself perform. Well, that question would soon be answered when she realised a particular blonde hadn’t even made an appearance at one of her shows yet.

A particular blonde by the name of Neil.

There was something completely insufferable about the boy that made Michelle wince at the idea of talking to him. He was just so negative. Even coming from herself, someone who hated most people with a passion, at least she had the decency to at least attempt to be friendly with those she conversed with. Neil was just a piece of work, and their personalities clashed like nothing else. 

But Michelle, being the person she was, would not stop until she got that boy to come to at least one of her shows. It was just insulting to her knowing that she still hadn’t managed to get one person out of an entire village’s worth of people. Surely it couldn’t be that hard right? Just add some cute charm and she would have him nabbed up like any other guy that laid eyes on her. Of course, just to make it even more special, she would pay him a home visit to make her ploy just that little bit more convincing.

Knock... No answer. Knock knock... No answer. Knock knock knock... No answer. Goddess, just how rude did this boy have to be. Michelle’s hand reached for the doorknob. A gentle twist of the knob revealed that the house was... open? Interesting. Pushing the door open, Michelle’s smile turned into a visible frown as she laid eyes on the boy who was just sitting at the dining table. He ignored her? Good goddess she was sick of him already.

“What in goddess’ name?!” she exclaimed, placing her hands on her hips as she stood at the door. “Couldn’t you have at least answered and told me you were busy instead of ignoring me? Why are you so rude!”

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It wasn’t often that Felicity wandered in the mountains on the outskirts of Echo Village, or much of any sort of wilderness, really. She had never been much of the outdoorsy type, not really a fan of all the dirt and bugs and smells... plus there was that pesky pollen allergy of hers to tend with, something that absolutely ruined her in the springtime.

But she figured she would try hiking out just once, to see what it was like. To see if she could manage it. Plus, she figured it’d be a bonus if she could find some possible cooking ingredients for Monsieur Clement, as a way to help out with the restaurant, and show her gratitude for everything’s he done for her.

At first, everything had been going smoothly. Her allergies weren’t acting up, in spite of all the wildflowers sprouting out of the ground, and she had even gotten to see a few cute animals! All was well, and she was starting to believe that hiking wasn’t so bad.

That thought, however, was far too premature. For as it soon as it passes through her mind, Felicity ends up tripping over a branch that she hadn’t noticed lying along her path, and she hits the ground with a hard thud, hissing when she feels a sharp pain in her ankle.

Tears begin to build up at the corner of her eyes when she looks down and sees the awkward angle it’s twisted in, and the moment she tries to move, that same sharp pain shoots up her leg again. She couldn’t move or walk like this... she was stuck. Oh, Gods... what if some wild animal attacked her while she was helpless like this, or what if no one ever found her, and she -- heaven forbid -- starved to death? Felicity couldn’t live a day without eating... an hour, even!

She... she was doomed...