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WELCOME TO FAIRFIELD

[Welcome, everyone, to Fairfield's main street.

Start playing. Post for farms/residential buildings will be up in a few.]

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[This one sounds vaugely familiar. As it is, strange place, strange clothes, strange people.]

You alright?

... I'm fine. [She gets up and flattens her whatever the fuck this is kind of dress.] Where are we?

Not sure. [He wanders over to the window and looks outside. This didn't look like anywhere he'd been before...] It looks like the castle has changed.

... I gathered as much. [She tries again to walk, also venturing over to the window. Something in the back of her mind was telling her that she was a maid, but Kratos had been many things: a knight, a noble boy, a mercenary, an angel, a father...

... Never a maid. So shut the fuck up, Castle.]

It seems... remote.

Yes.

[The same with him; a butcher's apprentice, the words in his mind as sure as steel. Not the worst of jobs, but...nevertheless. This was strange. He opens the window, leans out to get a better view.]

The sign says 'Butchery'.

... It seems the castle has predetermined our occupations. [She runs her hands through her hair, then realizes she's wearing a bonnet and tosses that thing into a corner.] I will not be cleaning up after you. Is that clear?

[Whatever, man. He gives a shrug, pulling his head back in. Never been a butcher before, but he knows a little of what to do, and one thing that's clear is that there's rather a lot of cleanup to be done.]

What are you going to do?

[SHOVE IT, I'M A MAN]

... I'm going to be a butcher in a butchery, of course.

Then who cleans?

[Because he sure as shit ain't doing it.]

Hire some urchin off the street. I am not a female, let alone a housewife. [Never mind that she looks like a tall, saucy redhead who would kick ass at running a household.]

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You're not...

[Hang on. Haaang on. The voice was more feminine-sounding, but the tone and choice of words all sounded like-]

...Kratos?

[Kratos stares for a good five seconds, but still can't come up with a name. However, she's feeling self-conscious again. Gd it.]

... Have we met?

[Gaia-damn, dude. Sucks to be you.]

Once, over the journal. It's Rude.

[Did not expect this, that's for sure.]

[Recognition flashes across her gaze.]

... Rude. I remember. I'm sorry if I appeared impolite; I've been trapped in this body for a week already, and it is quite tiring.

I'm sure.

[A shift of...fuck, his sunglasses! They took his sunglasses! Please hold while he silently freaks a little. Which is pretty much just a little twitch of the face, but still.]

[Kratos doesn't know about the sunglasses fetish.]

What's wrong?

They took my sunglasses.

[His voice is still perfectly level, but SLKDAGJ THIS IS A BIG DEAL OKAY]

[AWW RUDE it's okay man i lost my nads my sword and my powers, we can cry over beer together]

You could find a replacement... somewhere, to tide you over.

[And pick up chic-- oh wait]

Probably. [Okay, okay...calm. We're cool again. He glances out the window; still early, looks like.] ...we'll need to start work in the meantime.

[fdhsjkfhsdkffddfsfdjsdfddfs]

... Unfortunately. [She tugs at her clothes.] Do you mind if I borrow something more... suitable to the task?

[Assuming she can get out of it, christ.]

[Nods. Take what you like, man, it isn't like he cares.]

Back in a moment.

[Tromp tromp tromp down the stairs. Time to check out the rest of the house.]

[You do that. In the meantime, Kratos is going to raid the men's closet.

Having boobs sucks, dammit.]

[Seems normal...a few other people in the house, looking harmless enough. One is likely the owner, but who could tell which. Everything looks like a very oldtimey butchery, really. No tricks here.

Rude sticks his head out the front door as well, just to be sure. Hm...a lot of the signs have the same name on it. Must be the name of the town. He'll wait until Kratos is all done dolling himself up before heading back up.]

The place is called Fairfield.

[Kratos is just tightening a belt around her waist. Wearing a dress looked more... modest. Damn bustlines. fhdjksfdfds.]

... At least it isn't some kind of horrific theme park.

[Another nod! Seemed to be a fully functioning town, largely staffed by castle residents if the yells of outrage and shock were anything to be believed. He tugs down his apron slightly, straightening it.]