2nd Mikan [Voice//Action]
[Well, that sure was odd. That... yeah, that shift. Bellemere wasn't as affected as some unfortunate souls, but it still left her wondering just what else they were rarin' to throw at the village. She wasn't one to dwell on things or make dark of them, so instead when she speaks over the journal her voice is very light and happy.]
[Voice]
That sure was a weird few days, wasn't it? It was almost as if half the town was stuck practicing for a play without even knowing what the damned thing was. Though... I'm pretty surprised at some of the costumes-some of you boys wear a dress far better than I ever could.
Hope you guys didn't end up completely embarrassing yourselves to someone.
[grin grin, as she smokes a cigarette]
By the way, the name's Bellemere. I don't think I mentioned it before, but I might as well now that I'm getting comfy. Got any stories in your worlds like the ones we lived a few days ago? Witches? Damsel-saving princes? Any of that?
[Beyond that, she's noticed a lot of seriousness afterward... She wonders about that. When she leaves her journal she goes to the item shop and is pleased to find her old rifle in the weapon's shop. In pretty good condition, despite it having been bitten into pieces last she saw. She takes it over to the barracks for some shooting practice, before getting some groceries for the Strawhat house.
They'd all just dealt with their chef leaving-Bellemere would have had to claim blindness if she said there wasn't a considerable fog lingering in the kitchen. And with that in mind, she cracks open a cook book, and begins making something from it. While she rarely made things for herself, she knew a thing or two on how to make a damned meal.
So when everyone was set for dinner, they could have a real meal around here. Veggies, ham in orange sauce, bread, the whole shebang. The kitchen'll be bright with lights and smelling of various cooked goods..]
[Voice]
That sure was a weird few days, wasn't it? It was almost as if half the town was stuck practicing for a play without even knowing what the damned thing was. Though... I'm pretty surprised at some of the costumes-some of you boys wear a dress far better than I ever could.
Hope you guys didn't end up completely embarrassing yourselves to someone.
[grin grin, as she smokes a cigarette]
By the way, the name's Bellemere. I don't think I mentioned it before, but I might as well now that I'm getting comfy. Got any stories in your worlds like the ones we lived a few days ago? Witches? Damsel-saving princes? Any of that?
[Beyond that, she's noticed a lot of seriousness afterward... She wonders about that. When she leaves her journal she goes to the item shop and is pleased to find her old rifle in the weapon's shop. In pretty good condition, despite it having been bitten into pieces last she saw. She takes it over to the barracks for some shooting practice, before getting some groceries for the Strawhat house.
They'd all just dealt with their chef leaving-Bellemere would have had to claim blindness if she said there wasn't a considerable fog lingering in the kitchen. And with that in mind, she cracks open a cook book, and begins making something from it. While she rarely made things for herself, she knew a thing or two on how to make a damned meal.
So when everyone was set for dinner, they could have a real meal around here. Veggies, ham in orange sauce, bread, the whole shebang. The kitchen'll be bright with lights and smelling of various cooked goods..]