Weekend 4

[vellamods]

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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SATURDAY

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SUNDAY

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MABEL

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RAYMOND

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[pr159]

[ christ this cat looks a little too much like julius ]

...Hello.

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Hello.

[ He pushes his glasses up. ]

Are you here to shop?

[sugooooooooi]

Mabel-san! [Serval waves and starts to curiously paw through the catalogue.] Wow, you can make all these things?

[pr159]

That was the idea. You work here?

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Oh, not me! I'm just here to handle purchases.

[ She's smiling, though, and she gestures to the other hedgehog, who's hard at work. ]

My sister's the one who handles all that! But she gets so focused on her work, it's sometimes hard to talk to her.

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That's right, crisp. I'm the accountant here.

[sugooooooooi]

Wow! I don't think I could do either of those things. Working in a store must be hard! Especially since most people here wear different stuff every day, so they have lots of clothes.

[pr159]

I see. [ Well, he's not in communications development, at least. ] And your name would be?

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Aw, it can be hard work... but it's also really fun! Meeting new people, helping them pick things out...

[ She's almost sparkling.... ]

It's a dream come true!

[sugooooooooi]

[She claps at seeing Mabel so happy.]

That's great! Hmm... I want to thank Laurent-san, since he's been teaching me how to read. If I bought him something, what do you think he's going to want?

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Raymond.

[ He fixes Rideaux with a look. ]

And yours, crisp?

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Hmmmm.....

[ She thinks about that for a while. ]

Well... What kinds of things does he like? Let's start there!

[sugooooooooi]

Uh... [She scratches her head.] Helping people! Like trying to help Joonghyuk-san and Dokja-san, since he says they love each other even if they don't get along. And family! And I think he likes amusement parks, and he taught me shadow puppets. Does any of that help with fashion?

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Hmmm...

[ She doesn't really have a clear idea of who Laurent is, other than that he's fun-loving, so she goes to the catalog and flips through it! ]

Something like these [ in black, of course! ] and this [ in orange! ] might be good!

[sugooooooooi]

Wow! That sounds great! Thank you, Mabel-san!

[She lights up and claps, then gets out the Bells. She knows how to read the numbers now!]

[vellamods]

Aww, you're welcome! I hope he likes it.

[ She can't wait...! ]

You'll get it in your mailbox tomorrow, then you can give it to him!

[pr159]

[ don't give me that look you son of a-- ]

Rideaux. [ smile ] A pleasure.

[ it clearly is not ]

[southclaw]

[Even if it was just a dream, the very thought of being back in Ferolia is enough to put Kevin on edge for most of the day. He's jumpy if anyone tries to talk to him, and eventually he heads off to a secluded part of the island with a stick, thinking that maybe he can distract himself if he practices some writing.

You can find him by following the trail of words. STICK, TWIG, STALL, BUG, KARL, etc, etc.]

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[ Do you have a purroblem, sir...

... is what Raymond would say, if he were into puns. ]

Right back atcha, crisp. [ There are no fingerguns here, at least. ] You've all come here under mysterious circumstances, right? It's pretty baffling, like a problem a scrappy detective could solve in a television show.

[pr159]

...I don't think scrappy TV detectives usually deal in dimensional affairs, but something like that.

[afterword]

closed to yjh.

[ When Dokja wakes up, it's with a start. It isn't the first time he's had a dream here, but for the past few weeks he's been pretty fortunate to fall into a dreamless sleep every time. This time it's different. The dream is still fresh on his mind, and on one hand someone should feel comforted by the fact that it seemed frozen. At least, it should be a good thing. After all, one could justify that once they return back it meant things would continue as is.

Instead, Dokja finds himself trembling, chest tight and the almost suffocating sensation filling him like someone sinking into deep waters. Breathe, he tries to remind himself. Trying to ignore the feeling of being smothered, a hand blindly reaching out until he finds the figure next to him and finds arms wind around as a source of anchoring himself in place. His face buries into that back, ears straining forward as though searching for the sound of someone else breathing other than his panicked own while he tries to find his voice. ]

later on the day, open.

[ Well, the dark circles under his eyes aren't anything new, but he definitely looks more tired than normal. However, he seems to be looking around and seeing who he can find, whatever it is they're doing. The way he fleets from one person to the next is a little strange but he won't mind sparing some time for any conversations.

Otherwise, he's inspecting the new plot with curiosity and asks anyone nearby with a friendly smile. ] Any idea what's going to be built here?

[ He has some idea given the recent visitors they've had but, he's happy to let some wild guesses come in. ]