Animal Crossing: The Fireworks Festival
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: None
Character/Pairing: Mayor, Isabelle, Redd
Author's Note: Dude, Isabelle just kept handing me those damn fireworks!
Warnings: Language, drug reference.
Summary: The Mayor uncovers the seedy underbelly of the Fireworks Festival.
The Fireworks Festival
Mayor's Log, Day 55
I have uncovered clear evidence of Isabelle's - of this town's - corruption. Uncovered doesn't seem to be the word for it. Isabelle was flaunting it in my face, as though she knew I was powerless to do anything to stop her scheming. Perhaps I am.
Tonight was the first night of the Fireworks Festival. I was unable to access my office all day, even though the festival was not set to begin until just after sunset. When questioned, Isabelle would not give a coherent answer as to why this was, but it became obvious to me soon after the fireworks began.
I made my way down to the Plaza. Redd had set up his tent, but he wasn't dealing in forged artwork tonight. Instead he was dealing in fortune cookies. "Got the recipe from the Nooklings!" he said with a sly grin, and I wondered if that was why the Nooklings' shop was going to be closed tomorrow. "Eat the cookie, win a prize!"
I declined and spoke to Isabelle instead. As usual she was in raptures of joy over the thought of a festival, and soon I found myself wearing heart dealie-boppers without quite knowing how I'd assented. Such is my life. I didn't find anything strange about this until I spoke to her again. "It's the Fireworks Festival! Have a firework," she said, with a manic gleam in her puppy eyes. Expected to be handed a simple sparkler or roman candle, she instead shoved an enormous thing into my arms. It weighed at least seven pounds and had to be highly illegal.
Shit, shit, shit, I thought. I can't have this in my town! Not wanting to pollute any of our waterways, I cleared out the fire pit and safely let it burn, then doused it quickly.
"I have to confront Isabelle about this," I said to myself. "I can't let this slide, not like her amphetamine abuse. If this goes too far, she could blow up the town." Determined, I strode up to Isabelle, but it was like she didn't hear a word I said. She simply pressed another gigantic firework into my arms. And then another. And another. It was a never ending stream!
Where are these coming from? I wondered. And then something caught my eye. Green-striped cloth fluttering in the breeze...
"Redd!" I seethed. Slowly, I snuck around to the back of the tent and popped my head under.
"Hey, cuz, don't look at me. Bitch is crazy," Redd said, looking directly at me.
"You... you know why I'm sneaking around in back of your tent?" I asked.
"Everyone always blames ol' Redd. But Isabelle's been running that firework ring longer than I've been selling my... enhanced... art. You think a little town like this could afford a show that goes on for five hours otherwise?"
"Uh... no?" I guessed.
"You're damn right. She may be a bit nuts, but I got her back, and she's got mine. Now, will you take a cookie, cuz, and stop worrying? Some of them really do have prizes in them, you know."
Spoilers: None
Character/Pairing: Mayor, Isabelle, Redd
Author's Note: Dude, Isabelle just kept handing me those damn fireworks!
Warnings: Language, drug reference.
Summary: The Mayor uncovers the seedy underbelly of the Fireworks Festival.
The Fireworks Festival
Mayor's Log, Day 55
I have uncovered clear evidence of Isabelle's - of this town's - corruption. Uncovered doesn't seem to be the word for it. Isabelle was flaunting it in my face, as though she knew I was powerless to do anything to stop her scheming. Perhaps I am.
Tonight was the first night of the Fireworks Festival. I was unable to access my office all day, even though the festival was not set to begin until just after sunset. When questioned, Isabelle would not give a coherent answer as to why this was, but it became obvious to me soon after the fireworks began.
I made my way down to the Plaza. Redd had set up his tent, but he wasn't dealing in forged artwork tonight. Instead he was dealing in fortune cookies. "Got the recipe from the Nooklings!" he said with a sly grin, and I wondered if that was why the Nooklings' shop was going to be closed tomorrow. "Eat the cookie, win a prize!"
I declined and spoke to Isabelle instead. As usual she was in raptures of joy over the thought of a festival, and soon I found myself wearing heart dealie-boppers without quite knowing how I'd assented. Such is my life. I didn't find anything strange about this until I spoke to her again. "It's the Fireworks Festival! Have a firework," she said, with a manic gleam in her puppy eyes. Expected to be handed a simple sparkler or roman candle, she instead shoved an enormous thing into my arms. It weighed at least seven pounds and had to be highly illegal.
Shit, shit, shit, I thought. I can't have this in my town! Not wanting to pollute any of our waterways, I cleared out the fire pit and safely let it burn, then doused it quickly.
"I have to confront Isabelle about this," I said to myself. "I can't let this slide, not like her amphetamine abuse. If this goes too far, she could blow up the town." Determined, I strode up to Isabelle, but it was like she didn't hear a word I said. She simply pressed another gigantic firework into my arms. And then another. And another. It was a never ending stream!
Where are these coming from? I wondered. And then something caught my eye. Green-striped cloth fluttering in the breeze...
"Redd!" I seethed. Slowly, I snuck around to the back of the tent and popped my head under.
"Hey, cuz, don't look at me. Bitch is crazy," Redd said, looking directly at me.
"You... you know why I'm sneaking around in back of your tent?" I asked.
"Everyone always blames ol' Redd. But Isabelle's been running that firework ring longer than I've been selling my... enhanced... art. You think a little town like this could afford a show that goes on for five hours otherwise?"
"Uh... no?" I guessed.
"You're damn right. She may be a bit nuts, but I got her back, and she's got mine. Now, will you take a cookie, cuz, and stop worrying? Some of them really do have prizes in them, you know."