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the_low_reaches2017-01-22 10:17 pm
gingernaps) wrote in the_low_reaches2017-01-22 10:17 pm
Charms For Sale
Who: Cookie, Open
Where: The Belfry
When: Lunchtime, the week after the incident
What: An omamori stand
It was unusual for Cookie to set up so close to the school, let alone so out in the open, but these were unusual times. She sat behind a table in the hall that fed into the cafeteria. It was the kind of collapsible table usually used for entirely above-ground, school-sponsored purposes, like the sale of baked goods or sign ups to the few extracurricular events the Sinjoh region would permit. The colourful paper slips arranged cheerfully across the table looked perfectly legitimate, but Cookie’s presence behind the table - slouched lazily in her chair, feet up on another, dozing to the drone of the pop machine - was probably enough to give pause.
Ms. Poplar had already given her the gears. She’d relented when Cookie assured her that she wasn’t selling the charms - that this was a benevolent act, meant to soothe the shaky nerves of the student body. They were souvenirs originally from a trip to Ecruteak city, and now they were here, and Cookie was distributing them Out Of The Goodness Of Her Heart. Charms might be superstitious, but wasn't it enough if it helped people feel a little bit safer?
Ms. Poplar had let it go in exchange for a love charm, after issuing an ominous warning about what would happen to Cookie if she was caught later with students’ lunch money.
Luckily, Cookie was interested in plenty of things other than petty cash.
Where: The Belfry
When: Lunchtime, the week after the incident
What: An omamori stand
It was unusual for Cookie to set up so close to the school, let alone so out in the open, but these were unusual times. She sat behind a table in the hall that fed into the cafeteria. It was the kind of collapsible table usually used for entirely above-ground, school-sponsored purposes, like the sale of baked goods or sign ups to the few extracurricular events the Sinjoh region would permit. The colourful paper slips arranged cheerfully across the table looked perfectly legitimate, but Cookie’s presence behind the table - slouched lazily in her chair, feet up on another, dozing to the drone of the pop machine - was probably enough to give pause.
Ms. Poplar had already given her the gears. She’d relented when Cookie assured her that she wasn’t selling the charms - that this was a benevolent act, meant to soothe the shaky nerves of the student body. They were souvenirs originally from a trip to Ecruteak city, and now they were here, and Cookie was distributing them Out Of The Goodness Of Her Heart. Charms might be superstitious, but wasn't it enough if it helped people feel a little bit safer?
Ms. Poplar had let it go in exchange for a love charm, after issuing an ominous warning about what would happen to Cookie if she was caught later with students’ lunch money.
Luckily, Cookie was interested in plenty of things other than petty cash.
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So, arms folded in front of her, she waited for Cookie to stop being quite so relaxed. She'd get her curiosity sated soon enough, and in the meantime could look down at the charms with curious and maybe a little suspicious eyes.
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Cookie waved a sleeved hand in the casual sort of way that suggested she didn't mind the scrutiny at all.
"You monitoring the halls?" she asked, innocent enough, pulling her feet off the chair and turning to plant her elbows on the table instead. She leaned forward, ready to make her appeal.
"If you're not too busy with it, you should take a look," she continued cheerfully. "Your bag would look cute with an amulet charm on it, yeah?"
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"I have a minute. But, what are these charms supposed to be? Decorative?" She was curious about the items, even if she was skeptical. "What are they?"