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Characters: Juliet (capuletnomore) and Jean Louis (population_ctrl).
When: 23.07, noon.
Where: The mall.
Rating: PG? G? Harmless. Completely harmless.
Summary: A hunt for fabric; for the Greater Good.

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[capuletnomore]

Juliet relished the feeling of safety she had walking alone from Spike's to the indoor marketplace. The city seemed calm, for once. Even the killer rabbits were nowhere to be seen as she crossed through the empty streets, basket over one arm. She had remembered to leave Spike a note, though, in case he or Bubbles should worry that she was gone.

It takes her a bit of wandering through the marketplace before she is able to find Lord Duroc. Even if the ruin is settled, there are chunks of wall blocking the most direct paths from one place to another in the direction from which she entered the building. When she does see him, she smiles and hurries forward, curtsying when she reaches him.

"Lord Duroc. I hope I have not kept you too long? It is a farther distance than I had expected from my new home to the marketplace."

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He turns towards her at the sound of her footsteps, her presence clearly noticeable despite her characteristic humility. She's one of those people who'll draw your gaze, be it unintentional or not. He nods at her in response to her greeting.

"Not at all," he says, giving her a smile. "You live with Spike now, correct?"

His conversation with Tybalt a few days ago is still relatively fresh in his memory.

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She nods. It isn't surprising he knows this. She's certain Tybalt would have taken someone into confidence, and for it to be Lord Duroc is an obvious choice. "He has been kind enough to provide me a room, yes. And there is space for Bubbles as well."

She wants to ask about her cousin, about how he is doing since the last time they - well, spoke isn't quite the right term. But she holds her tongue for now. Perhaps if there is a natural opening in the conversation. Instead, she turns her attention to the task at hand.

"Have you visited the shops which purport to have clothing? They are likely our best chance for finding suitable fabric. There is one not too far from here, where we may begin our search."

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He turns away at her question. He knows exactly what shop she's talking about; he's been through most of this mall more than once, searching for gunpowder materials. As such, he sets the course in that direction, expecting her to follow along quickly - after all, she's the one who insisted on this time and place.

"I'm thinking something red," he says and pauses, holding out his arm for her to take, like an afterthought.