[where: human village, marketplace, poultry stall.

what: some housewife maid just took one egg in each hand, and pressed the shells together, combining them into an...entity which vaguely resembles a snowman]

There. One egg, not two. I'll take twenty of these.

[the stallholder looks like he's going to cry, btw]

[today (tonight?), the chief maid of the SDM returns from her usual supply run...with an unusual purchase]

"Jenga"...the proprietor said this is a well-known game on the Outside. Perhaps it would help keep Imouto-sama from getting too bored.

[ooc: INSPIRED BY THIS EPICITY. GO READ IT. ILU CHADO.]

[the weather has been getting increasingly cold. Even with a scarf on, frosty drafts have made her face ruddy and her tiny fists clenching and unclenching to maintain the feeling in them...

SNEEZE -- !

Here's a little doggy sniffle, too]

[ooc: derp]

[Sakuya was about the mansion, hard at work as she would be every other day, when she happened to look out a window at the sound of...something very loud and ominous. The Misty Lake had...evaporated?!]

What just happened?

[ooc: this, actually. Keep your pets in check, Satorin!]

[while the aftermath of Remilia's latest hijinks plays out, Sakuya is in the mansion kitchen, busy preparing another of those pointlessly extravagant and elaborate meals. At least she seems to be enjoying herself...?

However, it would probably be a good idea to let her know that the white powder labeled "saleratus" near the spice shelf isn't quite ( Read more... )

... Strange. When did the kitchen turn into a shrine?