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[BACKDATED LIKE WHOA... to Friday, the 23rd]
[Most tour agencies provide fun, chipper tours of the city. Most.
For anyone that happens to catch one of Vereesa's tours, they will find that is not quite what this tour consists of.
At the start of her day, she can be seen with a group of anxious looking tourists as she constantly consults a map of the city to no avail. What kind of maps are these, anyway? Certainly not useful maps if she cannot even make heads or tales of it. Where are they, anyway? And what is that ridiculous structure in the distance? Light if she knows.
Around midday, if anyone should happen upon her, they might notice that she has given up on this tour and let the tourists roam as they please while she sits perched upon the back of a park bench, looking downright annoyed with the days' events. Perhaps she just needs a bit cheering up?
And at the end of the day, she can be found back at the touring agency looking even more frustrated. Piles of paperwork cover her desk and the countertops, and her phone has been taken off the hook. The moment she opens her journal, she lets out an exasperated huff.]
Thank Anasterian this is not my world. I don't see how you "modern" humans manage it.
(ooc: Open via journal or in person at any point in the day! Just let me know. :3 Also backdated for kissing shenanigans I still owe people!)
[Most tour agencies provide fun, chipper tours of the city. Most.
For anyone that happens to catch one of Vereesa's tours, they will find that is not quite what this tour consists of.
At the start of her day, she can be seen with a group of anxious looking tourists as she constantly consults a map of the city to no avail. What kind of maps are these, anyway? Certainly not useful maps if she cannot even make heads or tales of it. Where are they, anyway? And what is that ridiculous structure in the distance? Light if she knows.
Around midday, if anyone should happen upon her, they might notice that she has given up on this tour and let the tourists roam as they please while she sits perched upon the back of a park bench, looking downright annoyed with the days' events. Perhaps she just needs a bit cheering up?
And at the end of the day, she can be found back at the touring agency looking even more frustrated. Piles of paperwork cover her desk and the countertops, and her phone has been taken off the hook. The moment she opens her journal, she lets out an exasperated huff.]
Thank Anasterian this is not my world. I don't see how you "modern" humans manage it.
(ooc: Open via journal or in person at any point in the day! Just let me know. :3 Also backdated for kissing shenanigans I still owe people!)