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Second Life -- Welcome to Fairplay [Stage 1]
It had been the usual mission briefing, not that any of them remembered it. The crew knew they were gone and had no idea when they'd be back, and likely wouldn't attempt rescue for quite some time, especially with Stacy considering the mission "ongoing."
They had no idea when they'd be back, either, namely because they never remembered being on the ship in the first place.
It was home. It had always been home.
Welcome to Fairplay, Iowa, folks, happiest little town in the Midwest.
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They had no idea when they'd be back, either, namely because they never remembered being on the ship in the first place.
It was home. It had always been home.
Welcome to Fairplay, Iowa, folks, happiest little town in the Midwest.
[ooc: Read this before tagging.]
Location: Takamachi Family Bakery / Main Street
It was her part-time job, and it was an important one. But she'd had some very strange dreams last night, hadn't she?
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Still, it was a cold night after practice, and that building looked so warm and inviting...
Checking that no one she knew was watching, Corinne quietly ducked into the shop. It wouldn't hurt to give a classmate's business a small boost, right?
"Good evening," she greeted quietly, then started thinking about what to order. Except...how did you know what to order when you hadn't eaten any of these things (except bread, of course) before?
"I'm not sure what to order, so do you have any recommendations?"
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Corinne followed her nose, smelling something familiar---like apples, but far sweeter. She reached for her wallet, smiling at it. "Is that apple turnover?"
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"Hey Nanoha, please tell me you've got warm fudge brownies." he said, barely registering Corrine's presence.
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And then she looked up as the bell above the door signified a new customer - one she recognized. "Oh, Peter! I think Mom has some in the oven right about now. Can you wait five minutes?"
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"I need to be sure that I don't overindulge," she admitted, stepping off to the side to await her order.
Ah---there was Peter Pyro. Wasn't Nanoha worried that he was going to burn down the bakery? She flashed him a strained smile, because it wouldn't be becoming of a cheerleader to openly shun someone.
"It was cold out there, wasn't it?" she asked. She was a little suspicious. A little.
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"Yeah, well, middle of Dec- Hang on. Cheerleader. Talking to me. Don't you guys generally ignore my existence at best and run away screaming at worst?" He said, a little bitterly.
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"Yes..." was all she could say. The energy to tell him to scram wasn't quite there tonight---no one would believe him, but what if he blabbed? "But I shouldn't leave without what I paid for, and I'm not..."
Not cruel? Well, isn't that what she's supposed to say?
"...afraid," she finished oddly.
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His voice took on a serious tone, with a note pleading buried deep within it. "You can't tell anyone I was here, by the way. I mean, I don't really care what your friends think about me, but I will not let the Takamachi's bakery suffer just because they're some of the few people in this town that don't treat me like crap."
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As he crossed the street to get to the bakery, he glanced over at a nearby clock to double check the time, and stopped to stare. Why, the second hand of the clock was moving backwards, wasn't it?
An angry honk startled him and Jamie hurriedly finished crossing the street. When he looked back, the hand was moving normally. He pulled open the door to the bakery, shaking his head as he headed inside. Odd, whatever that was. Spotting Nanoha, he made his way over to the counter, giving her a small, tired-looking smile.
"Hello, lass. Would ye happen to have those chocolate chip cookies with the wee walnuts in them today?"
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"Ye know, I think ye are one of the only people to call me that. Everyone else likes to use James. How are ye doing, anyway? Anything exciting going on?"
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"Oh, that reminds me. Father wanted me to put in the order for the usual holiday cookies." He glanced around to see if anyone was listening, then leaned in a little and lowered his voice. "If ye could do the rum balls with just the flavoring instead of the real thing, though, ye would be doing me a favor."
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Ah, there it is. He pulled out the appropriate amount to cover the cost of the cookies, plus a little extra - just in case Nanoha would actually let him give her a tip.
"Hey - I meant to ask ye something else, too. What do ye think of the idea of a holiday promotion for the stores in the area? Maybe some sort of wee shopping spree or something? Maybe it'll bring people in."
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The rest of the cookie went back into the bag to be eaten later, and Jamie brushed the crumbs off of his hands. "Look, would you be willing to ask your folks and see if they'd like to do it? If I can show that at least one other place around here wants to do that, the others might be willing to listen to me.
Not that he had a lot of hope there, but that was worth a try as well.
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