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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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[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.]

[Oh yeah, an apron. Kratos ties on one of those, too. Blankly:]

Let's get to work.

Right.

[Hovers by the door. Ladies first.]

[... gd it. /GOES]

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