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Weekend 4

WEEKEND 4 LOG ♬
Weather: Saturday and Sunday AM - Clear skies, PM - slightly rainy

Friday night (or whenever characters fall asleep come Saturday morning), everyone on the island will be met with a mysterious dream. It’s a dream that some may find unsettling whereas others may see it as a relief -- overall though, the dream is extremely bizarre.

Everyone on the island will dream about their own worlds as they were just before they touched that mysterious floating ticket. The people, the environment -- all is still, unmoving and untouched. Everything is just as you remembered it before you arrived here, and if you choose to walk amongst the people and the places you knew...no one will move. Nothing will react.

Except one thing, and that’s a shooting star that catches your eye from up above. It makes its way across the sky, even if it’s daylight in your dream, and as soon as it fades from your vision...you wake up.

How odd.

The rest of Saturday proceeds as normal, though one will notice that on the opposite side of the island (to the southwest of the map) is a blocked off area, near the peach trees that have been planted. There’s a sign from Nook Inc on the property that reads, Reserved for Able Sisters. Interesting...wonder what’s in store for you there?

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Sunday rolls around with something a little more pleasant. There’s a bridge on the lower part of the island that you can use to get across to the other side of the island. On the other side is a quaint little building called “ABLE SISTERS”. In the display window is a green dress and a pair of white mary janes; from the outside you can hear the distinct sound of a sewing machine at work.

When you walk in, Mabel is there to greet you, bright and peppy as always. There are various different outfits out for display, but if you ask Mabel, their selection is limitless. The way the process works, she explains, is that you can look through the catalogs of clothing available (minus seasonal items), sorted by item type, and place in an order for any of the items. The clothing will arrive in your mailbox the following day.

There is also a dressing room for you to try on any clothes that are currently on display. (For OOC purposes, if there is an item you really want, feel free to assume it's on display at any given time.)

Other than Mabel, however, is Sable, busy at work in the back and doesn’t even look up from her work. And in the lower left hand corner is...someone who isn’t a hedgehog.

Rather...you’ve got yourselves a cat on your hands. He's busy at work, but you might happen to catch him looking at you as you explore the shop.

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[ Laurent folds the umbrella and lets it stand near the front door before following Adelaide to the kitchen.

The smell is familiar... ]

Did you make something?

Maybe!

[Yes. Yes she did.

There's a bag on the counter, and inside the bag is a bunch of wrapped caramels. Individually wrapped. Do not ask how long this took her.

She picks up the bag, and holds it out to Laurent with a flourish.]

They won't last to your old age, but, well. Here!

[ Laurent takes the bag and looks inside. He won't ask how long it took Adelaide to individually wrap all the caramels, but he appreciates them very much, shown by how his smile just now is a little different than his usual--it reflects a hint of warmth. ]

They definitely won't last now that I have them.

[ He laughs a little. ]

Thank you. Can I eat one now?

[She smiles black, glad that he likes them. She was expecting him to - otherwise she wouldn't have bothered! - and it's kind of... Nice, being able to make Laurent smile so warmly.]

Of course! They were made to be eaten.

[ Laurent takes a piece of caramel, unwraps the wrapper with his hand and eats the caramel. It's sweet, yet not overwhelmingly so. It's a nice flavor and the texture is good too. ]

I feel like I'd scarf these down in an hour.

[ ... ]

No, maybe 10 minutes, if I'm not careful.

Please don't, you'll make yourself sick.

[She leans against the counter, quirking a brow at him.]

But, hey, if you ever want more they're not too hard to make.

Then would you be my personal sweets supplier? That doesn't sound so bad, but I might get addicted.

Uh, obviously. I'll treat you well, no charge at all!

Thanks, Adelaide.

[ He unwraps another piece and instead of eating it, he holds it over to Adelaide and presses it against her lips. ]

You're welcome.

[She blinks a bit, before opening her mouth. She was not expecting Laurent to want to feed her.]

[ Adelaide will eventually accumulate a lot of knowledge about Laurent because he does things like this without warning. He pushes the caramel into her mouth when she opens it and withdraws his hand. There it goes. ]

I always preferred these over chocolate. It's too bad, since they seem to dominate preferences.

[She takes a moment to chew, head bobbing in understanding after a moment.]

I get it. My favorite candy are mints - like, you know, those circle ones with the colorful swirls or lines?

[Even though she'll admit caramel and chocolate aren't bad.]

The peppermint ones are a classic.

[ Hm... ]

If you could, would you buy an entire pack of peppermint candy canes for yourself during the holiday season?

I've done that every year since I moved out.

[A soft laugh.]

That's the best part of being an adult, being able to do stuff like that.

Hm, I did try buying an entire cake, but unfortunately, I'm not a big eater.

[ That was a Bad Decision. ]

Luckily, it was ice cream cake and I just had ice cream cake as dessert for the next week or so. Sometimes supervising yourself isn't enough to prevent you from making horrible decisions as an adult.

To celebrate or just because you could?

[Both are valid reasons!]

And... Yeah, but that's a part of the learning process. Lord knows I've done some stupid things since moving out on my own.

I hope you're prepared to tell a story, because I want to hear it.

[ Tell him all about it, Adelaide, while he munches on some more caramel pieces while they both stand in the kitchen. ]

Only if you tell me one too. The ice cream cake doesn't count.

[Should they... Should they go sit down... Just standing in the kitchen is kind of weird, isn't it?]

But we probably shouldn't just stand around like weirdos. What if someone needs the kitchen?

[Just gonna start shooing him out of the kitchen and to a chair. Because there is one because having a layout you can't make up on the fly is for scrubs.]

Sure, and for the record, the cake was just because I could.

[ Laurent sits down on the chair, with his back straight, decent posture and all. ]

Lay it on me.

Of course.

[That's as good a reason as any.

She takes a seat across from him, crossing her leg over her knee and looking thoughtful.]

I got lucky and didn't really have any sort of... Domestic disasters because I already knew how to do most of that stuff, but... Let's see.

[She closes her eyes and prepared for judgment.]

The first time I put gas in my car I got distracted, forgot to take the pump out, and nearly ripped it off driving away.

[ Laurent slowly blinks at being told Adelaide's story. ]

How do you...

[ ??? ]

[She crossed her arms, puffing out her cheeks and going red.]

Shut up. I was on the phone, and there was an emergency... I was like 18 and had been driving for a month, okay.

[ Laurent would have quipped about not being on the phone while refilling gas, but if it was an emergency... well... he can let it slide. ]

That must have been a very urgent emergency for you to forget about the nozzle. Wouldn't gas still leak?

[The silence probably speaks for itself.]

...Did you know vampires have really sensitive noses?

Did you ward off a vampire when you came back from the gas station?

[ Laurent can't help but to laugh, because yeah. Gas stinks. ]

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