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fineriftercrafts ([personal profile] fineriftercrafts) wrote in [community profile] faderift2018-05-19 04:50 pm

Open - Grand Opening!

WHO: Barnabas Vilm
WHAT: Grand Opening of his Frozen Sweet Milk shop!
WHEN: Before the Tourney
WHERE: His new shop
NOTES: Who wants Ice Cream!




I. At a new shop next to Barnabas's shop of Rifter Crafts is a open shop, much more brightly lit than his previous shop, with a long counter on one side of the wall, a few smaller tables, and if you walk in, an almost overpowering sweet smell. Behind the counter are a few people, looking friendly. There's also Barnabas next to the counter, and he gives a wide smile. "Welcome! Grand opening, good to see you! Just wait till you try this stuff, Great way to beat the heat!"

II. Shoved under doors, on notice boards and anywhere else that you can think of is a flurry of pamphlets. They all say the same thing. 

"Come one, come all! Try the newest food sensation that's sweeping Kirkwall. Tasty, cool and refreshing! Come on down!" 

The pamphlet also has directions and an address to the store. 

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somethingyettocome: Dolores stares down looking reluctant. (Arnold?)

[personal profile] somethingyettocome 2018-05-20 01:37 am (UTC)(link)
Dolores shops. She walks through the markets daily, wanders the same stalls, and greets the same people. She is a creature of habit, fundamentally--in fact, she hardly seems to notice the repetition. Today, however, there is a new storefront and it catches her eye. It's hard to say why it does, or what about the words draw her in, but Dolores walks into the shop with the counter.

"Try...frozen sweet milk?" Dolores asks as she reads the sign. There is a long pause as she peers at it and eventually she seems to remember what she was saying. "Is that like icecream?"
somethingyettocome: Dolores stares into the sunshine and smiles. (I see the beauty.)

[personal profile] somethingyettocome 2018-05-20 08:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Dolores listens as the small fellow assesses her and, for a moment, isn't sure what to say. He's inviting her to take part in what he's up to here, offering her a job, and she...can't really come up with a reason to object.

"Well...sure if you think you could use me, I'd be happy to help."

She pauses and, after a thought, adds:

"I can cook too, if you need that."
lightningbugs: (hmm)

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[personal profile] lightningbugs 2018-05-24 04:51 am (UTC)(link)
Evrion has yet to figure out that there are people in the world who don't have his best interests at heart, on account of being both the bumpkinest of country boys and having spent the last decade or so of his life in a Circle tower. He regards Barnabas' stock with unabashed awe, his eyes wide as he peruses the wares, and his gaze naturally drawn to the dwarf at the counter.
"What does it do?" he asks, clearly ready to buy in entirely.
lightningbugs: (uhhh)

this is so late my bad aa

[personal profile] lightningbugs 2018-06-01 06:34 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh."
The argument is compelling enough. Evrion peers over the flavors, and seems to take an inordinately long time deciding (if that is indeed what he's thinking about at all).
"Can I... try both?" Why choose if you don't have to?