corrinesbell | 137. Iced [voice/action]

[Good morning, Luceti! It is April 15. Looks like rain.

In the early-ish hours, before the rain, anyone in or near the Welcome Center is going to hear the decisive sounds of hammering. If you're close enough, you might also hear a ninja missing once and hammering her hand instead. Thankfully they don't last long - because she has the journal open there by her feet, so a dull thud may be echoing in a few bedrooms or kitchens too.

When the noise ends, there is a new sign hanging over the door to the tea shop.

Celsius Tear

Complete with image of teapot, steam and all.

Sheena brushes her hands together and steps back to look at her handiwork, leaving a half-footprint on the journal she nearly trips over.]

Whoa-! Oh, geez. [Get the book off the floor, would you?]

Sorry if I woke anybody up. Had to get this sign up early, because it looks like I'm leaving on a mission tomorrow. Guess I can call it a real business now, huh? Even though there's no gald or anything.

[She hasn't really admitted it to too many people - but as painful as going home was, it did part of her a lot of good. For all it may not have been exactly real.]

Anyway, it'll be open until right after lunch, because I've gotta get ready to go. Unless there's anybody who wants to work for the afternoon by themselves.

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Celsius Tear. [With a glance over his shoulder at the door, as if he can still see the sign, he continues.] I believe I remember what Celsius is in your world... But 'Celsius Tear'?

It's a thing. It's kinda like a piece of ice, but so cold you've gotta wear special gloves to carry it. It helped us get through Celsius's temple.

...Besides, I think it's just funny enough to work.

It does have an interesting ring to it. I like it. [And he so rarely volunteers his opinions on things like this.]

I believe you mentioned something about a mission in your entry this morning?

[Wow. A compliment. This look halfway between a grin and rolling her eyes should say it all.]

Yeah, I did. I'm not really looking forward to going around picking up bodies but at least there shouldn't be any fighting and getting beat up.

[He raises a brow when he hears the details of her mission.]

Hm. It seems to be a popular mission at the moment. I received a mission notification for the exact same thing.

You...did?

[He nods, pulling out his journal and opening it up. Right there, with its impersonal tone and standardized typeset, was a notification that he was to report to the teleporters the following day, Monday morning.]

[Oh. ...Oh.]

Maybe they've finally got a sense of humor, or something.

Maybe there have been more people showing up outside. We're approaching another New Feather cycle.

[Speculation, of course. He shuts his journal.] In any case, I suppose someone else will have to keep the shop open for awhile.

Oh, yeah, you're right. Great. Who am I gonna ask?

[He really doesn't care, as long as the shop doesn't burn down...] Sayo, perhaps?

Oh, yeah, Sayo might be good. I dunno if I'll see her before this afternoon, but it's not like she's hard to find. You think she'll mind doing all that for...whatever amount of time they decide they want us?

We can only hope it will not be too taxing. If it is, it may be best to leave the shop closed for awhile.

I think enough people sorta work here that they could handle it, as long as they knew they were supposed to. ...How hard is it gonna be to drive around, though?

...Hah. That depends entirely on the mode of transportation they expect of us, I suppose.

Watch them tell us we've gotta walk, or something just as stupid.

Perhaps if it is a cavern of some sort, where vehicles would not be practical. We can compare notes whenever we get back. [He presumes that they won't be working together.]

I hope I don't end up in a cave. It's not bad but that'd be tough to try and get somebody out of.

[He allows a sigh as he tries to imagine the hardship.] Especially if the person is dead weight.

[...But they were supposed to be preparing the shop for opening, weren't they? Can't just stand around chatting.]

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