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[npc_kun]

Characters: OPEN
Date/Time: Friday November 26nd, all day
Location: The Park
Rating: G
Summary: The Watch has a bake sale. If anybody just wants to fool around in here as an open log with the bake sale as a backdrop, be my guest!

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Morning.

[grab_my_bells]

Bell wasn't here to find anything to eat. To be frank, some of these didn't exactly look edible, let alone good to eat, and some hardly looked like they had made it through their full bake-time, while others had stayed in the oven a bit too long. It seemed spice was the least of the Watch's worries

Re: Morning.

[ice_echani]

Handmaiden didn't approve of the bake sale. Of course, some people--some of the Watchmen in particular--might say she didn't approve of most things. But the Watch needed a headquarters in a place more accessible than Stoneface's house, her house, or the jail on Crystala. Black's comments aside, it was worth the risk. And if selling empty calories to the general public was the best way to raise funds, so be it.

...She really did think the calendar idea was better. It did no harm, and it could even prove a tactical advantage against criminals who were too busy thinking of calendar pictures to put up an effective fight. (Where that bit of tactical thought came from, Handmaiden was unsure. It seemed a little too familiar.)

Still. She was here, making sure that people didn't try to steal the transparently homemade confections and watching to see if anyone was interested in the unleavened bread she had contributed (they weren't).

Re: Morning.

[grab_my_bells]

Bell could kind of see what Gai liked about Handmaiden. She was definitely committed to her duty, and had a certain seriousness that contrasted to Gai's attitude enough to probably be sometime of a challenge. And Gai liked people who were challenges. ...She was a good second in command, too.

And she hadn't been against the calendar. All good reasons for Bell to be just slightly curious enough to get to know more about her.

He stopped in front of the table Handmaiden was close to, looking over the flatbread. She would...probably be insulted if he bought one just to use it to wipe his fingers on, hm? Though, if the bread was any good, he could probably use it for dinner sometime. It might neutralize some of the spiciness of the curry. A little. One could hope.

"Looks like this will be a huge success," he said flatly, subtly setting the cupcake down on the bread table with the intention of forgetting it there. "...It's a shame about the calendars."

Re: Morning.

[ice_echani]

Handmaiden stared at him. Working with Stoneface had helped her recognize transparently sarcastic tones, but Bell spoke with such a complete lack of expression that she couldn't tell if he was mocking or not. And subtle though the movement was, Handmaiden did make note of his setting the cupcake down. The scarf made reading Bell's body language more necessary than with most others in Edensphere.

"I think the calendars would have been a more effective way to raise money," she said, nodding slightly and wondering where he was going to take this conversation. Handmaiden really didn't mind the thought of having her body ogled. Ogling happened, whether someone was clothed or not. As long as no one tried to make their fantasies interfere with her day, they could do what they like as far as she was concerned. "But appealing to the dietary vices of Edensphere is... a start."

Afternoon~ come bug him? (slowatus what slowatus)

[stonyfaced]

Stoneface had been asked to attend the bake sale for moral support, and here he was. In the end, he couldn't really see what anybody was going to get out of his being here; if anything, it probably just made the baked goods look even worse. Which wasn't an easy feat, he knew, as many of them looked quite bleak as it was.

Damn. He had told them that he'd only approve of it provided they didn't give anybody food poisoning, didn't he?

Ah, well. Hopefully they'd get a few pity donations, which was just about all they could ask for at this point. He pulled up a chair, tossed a few coins into the fund and lit a cigar to puff at and surreptitiously fed Nobby scorched butter cookies underneath the table.

Re: Afternoon~ come bug him? (slowatus what slowatus)

[ice_echani]

"That cannot be healthy for him," Handmaiden said, walking up from behind him. From that point, she could see the movement of hand to dog--for that matter the dog wasn't very subtle himself. Despite her brusque greeting, she was glad that he had come. She felt rather foolish, monitoring this bake sale. It was something she was sure she had no experience with.

Whether or not Stoneface did, Handmaiden couldn't guess. But he looked relaxed enough, if unenthusiastic. She felt slightly less absurd about trying to raise money this way. "Do you think we will raise enough money here?"

[stonyfaced]

Stoneface looked down at the fat dog, and back at Handmaiden before nodding in agreement. "No, they're probably not. But they're just about as good for him as they are for humans."

He took the cigar from out of his mouth and blew a plume of smoke from out of the corner of his mouth. "Enough money? No. Not at all. They're selling these things cheap, and frankly, nobody'll pay more for them."

He shrugged. "But it's a start, and the lads were keen on it. And it's better than them trying to organize a ball or something like that."

[ice_echani]

Handmaiden was about to say something more on the health of the dog when Stoneface blew out that plume of smoke. She failed to understand how a man so adept at weaponizing every joint in his body could so willfully--and casually--mistreat it with tobacco and fatty foods. It was not as though he ever let his sword get dull or rusty.

She surveyed the pinnacle of logistical skill the Watchmen had displayed in the bake sale and tried to superimpose that on an image of a formal dance. It was... an interesting mental picture. "That is very true," she said gravely. She glanced over at one young man trying to sell some rather scorched brownies. The conversation was difficult to hear, but it looked as though the man was trying to paint a portrait of and when a mugger leaps out of the darkness you want a better place to flee than the ramen stand, right?

"It certainly shows a different side to some of the watchmen," she said. "Some of them are rather... creative."

Also afternoon, open to anyone

[blue_shields]

Sky wasn't sure if he should be relieved that the idea of a Watch calendar had fallen through or annoyed that they'd stooped to selling baked goods, of all things, to raise funds.

Then again, another part of his mind argued, there were worse alternatives. And it WAS for a good cause, to help out the team and give them a solid place to gather if they needed it.

So Sky had found himself volunteering to protect their profits for a while, wanting to contribute SOMETHING, as he had little knowledge of how to cook decently. He sat with the box of coins, looking bored, but on the inside he was highly-alert, one hand diving into his coat pocket to make sure his badge was still there every now and then. A very cynical, suspicious part of him would not put it past someone to try and start trouble, even at a harmless event like this.

[books_and_toads]

As promised, Book had stopped by the stall, and was currently inspecting some of the more decent looking goodies. After picking a few, he dropped his money into the coin box by Sky. "Hey. Are you keeping track of who buys what? Just in case, I bought 3 cupcakes and about 4 cookies."

[blue_shields]

Sky smiled at the unknown man, shaking his head.

"As far as I know, we're not- but thank you for your support. I hope you were able to find something remotely edible."

[books_and_toads]

"Alright. Well, my name's Book, and I promised one of the Watchmen I'd stop by. I did find something edible, though, so it was worth it." He smiled back, and nodded. "You're welcome."

afternoon, open to anyone

[pinkmoonrabbit]

Sailormoon loved sweet things and a bake sale was the mecca of sweet things. She wasn't quite sure where to start, but she knew she wanted to buy something for herself as well as her friends. It was for a good cause, too.

She surveyed some of the tables, deciding where to go first.

doop doop doop /guess who just got back from a shorter-than-expected hiatus

[teamwark]

Lix scratched his chin as he inspected what was probably a tray of scones. Probably. Whoever had made them might have tried their best but what they'd produced was a lot of things (burned, shapeless, a little shiny...) but scones was not one of them. In hindsight, maybe going to the table with the fewest people near it had been a bad idea.

After spending longer than was really necessary debating the merits of finding baked goods better than the not-scones against those of not having to deal with queues and crowds and elbows he found himself still undecided. Deciding the closest person was probably more informed than him (the closest person usually tended to be better informed than him) he waved to get Sailormoon's attention, pointing to the tray of burned not-scones.

"Hey, kid! Think these things are safe to eat?"

wbs!

[pinkmoonrabbit]

"Hm?" she looked up at the boy who called to her. At least he didn't call her shorty. She didn't like being called short for some reason and simply wished to become taller. She didn't like kid much but that's what she was: a kid.

She puffed up a bit to make herself look a bit taller and more mature. "My name's Sailormoon," she corrected him. "Those are safe to eat, just a bit burnt."