134. Sphere

So after thinking about it for a while, I've decided we're gonna have a contest to name the Tea Shop! ...So, uh, anybody who has an idea can write it down, and when I've got all the ideas...you'll get to vote.

You've only got a week to come up with names to vote on. Get working!

[Sheena is just so tired of trying to be creative about it on her own, and the shop feels wrong without a name after all this time. Involving the village should solve lots of problems, right?

The shop closes early today, when its owner starts to feel strangely tired. She'll carry her journal out around midafternoon, locking the door behind her. At least she's been able to keep ice from forming on the stairs.

Near the bottom of the staircase, a wave of tired and dizzy wins out over balance. There's a lot of creative cursing - more than she'll inclined to - as she slides and rolls the last few steps...and the journal lands open in the mud and snow. So all that grumbling, and the noise of the fall? All nicely broadcasted.

Then she notices, hurrying to pick it up and clarify things.]

Uh, oops, dropped the book down the stairs. Sorry about that!