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Who: ichihara yuuko and you!
What: picnic. :>
Where: on the beach!
When: sometime in the afternoon
Warnings: none, i think
Yuuko sat cross-legged on a picnic mat, with a small basket of sweets she got from roaming around the city and checking out the dessert shops. Some of them she liked! And she made sure to write down their names so that next time she can walk in there with her friends; maybe Count D? Maybe Eden? Who knows. It's definitely something to keep in mind, she thought. Her basket has probably enough to feed more than three people, and yet here she is, enjoying a drink of champagne and eating some pavlova. It's not a bad life, so far.
Still, the outing wasn't really just for the sake of enjoying the sea-side -- although that's one part of it -- it was also because she needed to gather her thoughts about this place. A dream city? A city made out of dreams. And yet, it's a dream she can't walk out of. Neither the royalty nor their consorts offer much choice -- though royalty normally never does -- thus, she can't figure out which price is she to take; or whether she's here because there is a price to take to speak of. Should she contact them personally? Should she not? Wishes are generally dangerous to deal with .... though really, that's nothing new.
She lights her slim, red pipe and smokes in quiet.
What: picnic. :>
Where: on the beach!
When: sometime in the afternoon
Warnings: none, i think
Yuuko sat cross-legged on a picnic mat, with a small basket of sweets she got from roaming around the city and checking out the dessert shops. Some of them she liked! And she made sure to write down their names so that next time she can walk in there with her friends; maybe Count D? Maybe Eden? Who knows. It's definitely something to keep in mind, she thought. Her basket has probably enough to feed more than three people, and yet here she is, enjoying a drink of champagne and eating some pavlova. It's not a bad life, so far.
Still, the outing wasn't really just for the sake of enjoying the sea-side -- although that's one part of it -- it was also because she needed to gather her thoughts about this place. A dream city? A city made out of dreams. And yet, it's a dream she can't walk out of. Neither the royalty nor their consorts offer much choice -- though royalty normally never does -- thus, she can't figure out which price is she to take; or whether she's here because there is a price to take to speak of. Should she contact them personally? Should she not? Wishes are generally dangerous to deal with .... though really, that's nothing new.
She lights her slim, red pipe and smokes in quiet.