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[blacklegcook]

Who: Sanji | Everyone that needs to shop
Where: Shopping District
When: After the monsters || in much need of new supplies
Style: First
Status:OPEN || Free for all || Anything Goes
[Takes Place between this and this for anyone who does decide to talk to Sanji and notes the marks]

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[felinephobic]

[The miraculous repair of their cottage does not seem to have covered the items within it, leaving the cupboards depressingly empty. The shops, on the other hand, are as well-stocked as ever, which thankfully means less walking.

And so it is that Raven is working his way down the aisle, bag tucked against his chest and already beginning to fill with the essentials.]

[blacklegcook]

[Rolls right by him and stops over at the vegetable section. Giving each clove of garlic a critical look. He'd have to get the other essentials for the recipe, it'd been bad enough the storm had once more pushed back the meal he promised Abel.

Oh, that one right there looked promising. Absentmindedly reaches over and gives his list another look. Next, next...]

[felinephobic]

[Ah, the vegetable section. If nothing else, Somarium has fairly good quality produce, which you think would make a certain teenaged noble more likely to want to eat them. He has never seen someone find more ways to dodge eating anything remotely green in, well, probably about ten years. That contract does not still stand, whatever Oz may think, and- ...and that clove is feeling a lot like a hand. He jerks back, finally looking up and over.]

1/2

[blacklegcook]

[That startled him.]

E-Eh?

[is close to saying some choice words about how that clove was his and he saw it first, until he sees who it is.]

[blacklegcook]

[Scowls at the new item and glares around looking for said culprit.]

Sneaky, little bastard.

[pulls the ham out cause WTH Luffy ? He already stocked plenty of damn meat!]

[chainsawofdeath]

[And Grell rounds the corner (still wearing those shorts, mind you), as he is looking for some food to prepare for his Madam and the Colonel (since she won't shut up about him being her butler). He stops in front of Sanji and stares at the rather large ham in his hand.]

Ahh, that's a rather large piece of... meat, Sir.

[blacklegcook]

I didn't want it in the first place!!

[finally turns the glare he reserved for the rubber culprit cause he KNOWS it was that idiot's fault only to be blinded by a shit load of red. The shorts are a personal insult to his eye(s).]

...

[scientize]

[Now that everything has been moved and set up for her new residence, the woman is quite eager to fill the fridge with food she probably won't end up eating.]

[scientize]

[Raises an eyebrow at the bacon.]

...Trying to have a heart attack?

[flower_fields]

[And this would be Senri, in the candy section. shut up, he likes sweet things He'll go looking for actual food/stuff later. Even though he's noticed that he doesn't need to eat here, cooking is just a regular part of his life.]

[3zensekai]

*was looking for booze and maybe something to eat, but ends up in his worst aisle ever: sweets. maybe YOU can help him ♥*

Hey, you know where the alcohol section is?

[flower_fields]

[Pfff, yeah right.]

[He'll just be shaking his head here. Because Senri is too quiet for his own good]

[3zensekai]

*disappoiiiintment :c w-we'll just be talking to ourselves now and walking away*

Man, can't even find a decent bottle of booze around here...

Hope you don't mind the intrusion. ;=;

[boat_lights]

[Somehow, he's ended up in a grocery of a sort. And while it's nothing that he was used to, the layout is simple enough. There is food on display, and one would take the food to the counter, pay for it, and leave - simply. Though the payment factor did not seem all too enforced - he's not too surprised. Judging from what he's seen fiddling around with the strange device that mysteriously appeared in his vicinity the moment he woke up in this place, the place seems rather lawless.

Of course, he wouldn't have bothered to enter the establishment if he hadn't noticed the browsing people within - and he would just love some company. <3 Wandering down the aisles of vegetables, he stopped to wrinkle his nose at the carrots. The abominations even existed in a dream like this?

How quaint.]

I have to race off, but I had to get this in xD

[felinephobic]

[He has nearly everything of necessity, and a little more besides. Considering eating is more of a luxury than a requirement, there's no question that it will be enough to last them until they can sort out just what exactly has gone missing from the cottage and needs to be replaced. At the very least, it should satisfy Oz's continued cupboard browsing - not needing to eat apparently does not make eating less enjoyable.

It is as he is taking a final run past the fresh fruit and vegetables, debating on whether or not he can balance one last apple on top of his armful of groceries, that he sees him. Unmistakable at this distance, and probably no less immediately identifiable even if there had been a greater one between them.]

Vincent? [The split second of sheer surprise drops the name from his tongue before further thought can stop it.]

Revised post. xD

[boat_lights]

[Ah, what a familiar sound. He turns with all of the anticipation of a sunbathing cat, and when his eyes confirm for him the existence of tousled black strands over golden irises -- he smiles. The smile crawls up his face the same manner an ivy plant would use to crawl up a wall - slowly expanding and branching off ever so which way in subtle amusement and hidden deliberations.]

Gilbert. You look well.

[He steps forward casually to bridge the distance between the two of them, arms outstretched and moving as though to embrace.]

I knew my dear brother would find me. There was never any doubt.

Re: Revised post. xD

[felinephobic]

Find- [The way his grip tightens around the grocery bag is almost defensive, an unconscious bracing that spreads into the stiff set of his shoulders, the slightest backwards slant of his stance. He hasn't seen Vincent in months. More to the point, he knows such a lengthy absence is unusual. It is Gil who slips out of contact for weeks at a time, not Vincent. He had known it was odd the moment he went to meet his brother and found nobody waiting.

Finding suggests there was seeking, however, and he- it is not as though deliberately avoided such an action, but between Oz and Eliot and half a dozen other things... It is not as though Vince is a child, in need of constant minding.]

Where have you been?