Shave Ice - OTA

[shrimp_truck]

(ooc: Trio-post. Tag who you want please in the subject)

The heat was out and it was perfect timing for Kamekona to unveil his second business in the village. The shrimp truck was doing good, but as always, he wanted to expand and increase his brand awareness. So he decided to go back to his roots. Shave ice. Shave ice was not a snow cone even

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Death because fun!

[jack_fr0st]

"Shave ice! Nice touch. Very summery-beachy...stuff. I wouldn't really know."

Jack had been to Hawaii once, and only out of curiosity. He'd been practically everywhere, but without cold weather there didn't seem to be any point in staying around. Freezing things took more energy when working against hot weather.

The village, currently, was no exception especially since his staff was still broken. The two pieces were tied around his skinny waist with a bit of string. Though they made soft clunking noises as he walked, none of the mortals paid him any attention while he walked around them. No one swatted at him when he touched their food to save it from melting too fast in the heat.

He sat at the corner of Death's table with as much disregard for the not-man as the mortals had for him, and began - or tried to - brush frozen grains of sand from his feet.

[cant_cheat_me]

Death saw the figure approach. Elementals, in his experience, were either very childish or had an axe to grind. This one seemed to be the former, even in looks.

He took a bite of his shave ice. "You'll create more mud than anything else." He spoke, though didn't look at Jack.

[jack_fr0st]

He'd been young when the Man in the Moon had...recruited him, as it were.

Jack looked over his shoulder with wide eyes, and then shook his head. "You're one of those that can see me?" he asked, more of a rhetorical question. "I'm still getting used to that."

[cant_cheat_me]

"There's not many people in the universe I cannot see." It was stated matter-a-factly, but at the same time subtly. He wasn't bragging at all. It just was.

He ate some more flavoured ice.

Kamekona, please?

[goodnesswins]

Glinda was out on the beach, enjoying every minute of it. So what if Elphie wanted to spend all day cooped up in that Oz forsaken library! Who could spend such a lovely day inside? She saw a large man with a stand. Reading the sign, she looked at him curiously.

"What is a shaved ice?" She asked, sheepishly.

Re: Kamekona, please?

[shrimp_truck]

"The best way to beat the heat, that's what." He grinned cheerfully.

"It's ice, that's shaved so it's smooth going down, and you put delicious flavouring on top of it to make it delicious." He gestured to a picture which had three colours of it.

Re: Kamekona, please?

[goodnesswins]

Glinda looked at him with a wide smile.

"Then will you make me one? It's the first time I've had one, so I trust you! Something, anything, cool would be lovely!" Glinda said, excitedly. It sounded absolutly amazifying.

[shrimp_truck]

"Sure thing, pretty lady." He liked pretty women - who didn't??

"You have a favourite flavour or two? We got lots to choose from."

Death :)

[zombiefingers]

M was vaguely aware that his 'Lover Not a Biter' shirt was getting a little dingy and old, the zombie knew he should care more about his appearance, maybe fix his posture a little, scrape the mud off the soles of his worn out Adidas, look a little more presentable, maybe then he'd stop getting odd looks. If anything, it seemed like his progress had plateaued ever since coming to Haurvatat.. No worse off than he had been back home, but hardly any better. Maybe he wasn't like R, M had figured out a while back that he could be happy with just being himself, plus it never hurt -- no really, nothing hurt, it was something he was going to 'live' with. Haha, another one for the books.

Murder on the Orient Express in a hand at his side, M had been drawn to the small crowd on the beach. A good foot if not more away from the picnic tables, he found himself staring unabashedly at the people enjoying the large bowls of pretty colored ice situated in front of them. Far from envious, M exhibited more of a dumb lethargic curiosity. After all, it

[cant_cheat_me]

Death was aware of the abomination close by. The village enjoyed playing with the natural order of things and he could picture Eve's pleased expression that more of her children where in the village than one normally thought. He refrained from rolling his eyes though, but just barely.

[zombiefingers]

Just because he didn't have a set of functioning internal organs didn't mean M wasn't aware of those sorts of people. He couldn't blame them though, never could, even when they were blowing the heads off of his peers back home, far as he was concerned the Dracula-looking guy under the umbrella a few feet away wasn't any different.

Though ever since he got the fever, M had wanted to approach those sorts of people, maybe start up a chat.. he supposed that's what made him such a good candidate for working at the Welcome Center... that, and the t-shirt.

Uneasy steps were taken in the sand, Adidas sinking slightly as he stopped near the table occupied by the man under the umbrella. "Hey." He tossed up his unoccupied gray hand in half a wave.

[cant_cheat_me]

Death didn't seem to actually acknowledge the man's salutation as he didn't move to look over at him and, instead, continued to eat the shave ice.

After a long couple of moments, he spoke, though it seemed, perhaps, to himself. "My children need to work harder in some worlds, it seems."