open: your time with an ornery elf / july catch-all

[fearlessly]

🧙 WHO: alisaie leveilleur & you fine folks!
⚔️️ WHAT: july catch-all: bakery job, carnival, and summer fever!
🕒 WHEN: all month
🗺️ WHERE: mostly in avalon proper, though wildcards can place her elsewhere
⚠️ WARNINGS: none as of yet, will update if necessary



summer fever: a terrible patient

[ since time immemorial (her childhood) alisaie has ever been a terrible patient. she cannot stand being in one place, and not moving much for any period of time. as a child her parents and attendants had an absolutely miserable time keeping her in bed whenever she took sick, which was blessedly rare, to the great relief of both herself and everyone around her. she had the constitution of an ox, even when she was very small, and that same steel disposition remains to this day.

but even alisaie's robust immune system is not without flaw, and really, it is entirely her own fault for working herself sleepless these past few days. always keen for something to do, she had leapt on the chance to help those suffering from the summer fever; while she is no healer, there is still no end of work to be done, and while she is a terrible patient herself, her bedside manner is not too shabby. most of the time. maybe she even helped to take care of you when you were ill! she was rather a kind caretaker, and very hardworking, but any ornery patients were met with her steely resolve, because she is nothing if not an enormous hypocrite.

and so, naturally, now that she herself has taken ill, even wild chocobos could not drag her to bed. alisaie has climbed from beneath the blankets nearly every chance she could get, insisting that she is quite fine, she can recover at home, but her bouts of dizziness and high temperatures were not fooling the healers. there's a stack of books beside her bed, but they can keep her busy only for so long - alisaie loves to read, but she would much prefer to do it in a library, or outside in the sun, or anywhere but stuck in a bed, so she has sneaked away to the far side of her room to sit curled in the windowsill with a book open across her knees. her head is pounding and it is difficult to concentrate for how fuzzy her head feels, but there is little else to keep her occupied in this godsforsaken room.. ]

cool carnival, bruh;

[ a carnival is far more interesting than being sick in bed!!

alisaie cannot remember the last time she attended a fair, and this one is like no celebration she has ever seen. some things are familiar - like the food, and the games, of course - but others are entirely foreign and, honestly, downright intimidating. there are noisy.. machines that remind her of magitek, carrying loads of screaming passengers. it looks fun, but also.. terrifying?? and some of those bolts sure do look very rusty.. but surely it must be safe, right? people wouldn't be riding them otherwise, right?

.. right??

anyway, alisaie is no coward. she is intrigued, standing before a monstrous looking thing revolving before her, an enormous cone of cotton candy in her hands. she is tearing pieces off and stuffing them in her mouth, though her eyes never leave this thing called.. the zipper. ]

This hardly seems safe, but..

bakery: the temptation is real;

[ unfortunately for alisaie, life is not all quests and adventures, and there is a good amount of downtime between tasks in avalon. thankfully, she is quite used to this, for there were often slower periods of time back home as well, times spent waiting, researching, planning (you know, all that time between patches), so she is not too stir-crazy when nothing suitable comes up on the questboard.

and so she must work. working for the bakery is not so terrible a job, even if it is a real struggle not to eat her entire paycheck every time she comes in for a shift; alisaie's sweet tooth is legendary. she's even decent at customer service! .. when people are polite, at least. some customers have tried her patience quite thoroughly, but thankfully she is not the manager, so she has not needed to control her temper too often. dealing with problem customers isn't her job, twelve be praised. the hardest part is not bringing home four hundred cupcakes at the end of every shift. it can be a monotonous job, but they pay her well, and with alphinaud gone now.. well, she has no one to help her split the bill for their flat, and she has to pay the bills somehow!

and so, here she is, dressed for the job and near the end of her shift, smiling at the next client to approach the display. ]

Aye, what can I get for you?

wildcard; choose your own adventure

[ if none of these prompts interest you, or you'd like to tweak one of them or throw something completely new at me, feel free! for plotting you can pm me or reach me on plurk or discord (redmage#4848). alisaie can be found most anywhere easily enough!! ]

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bakery

[emet_sulk]

[ Emet doesn't realise Alisaie is serving at the counter at first, engrossed in his device as he is. He has written his shopping list on it - amongst other things - and amongst the more urgent purchases are some tarts for Hythlodaeus. Emet himself doesn't care too much for sweet foods, but the prospect of sharing them with his partner does make the experience more tolerable.

As he nears the counter, he lifts his head to the display and starts scanning the options. Her voice is but one amongst many lively threads of conversation, so it isn't until he's called up that he realises who he's staring at. ]

...Oh. It's you.

[fearlessly]

[ ah yes, just the face that alisaie was hoping to see today..

anyway, alisaie's smile melts, but it does not give way to her usual customary scowl for him - rather, something like disappointment flits across her features. mayhaps she was a fool for thinking that things, now, might be even a little bit different. ]

Alisaie. My name is Alisaie.

[ she stiffens. ]

What can I get for you?

[emet_sulk]

[ He looks away first, mouth pressed into a thin line. Eventually he points to several baked goods. The tarts, and other sweet things he thinks Hythlodaeus will enjoy. ]

Those, please.

[ He's being polite at least...? ]

[fearlessly]

[ and thank the gods for that. given their.. track record of knock-down drag-out public arguments, alisaie must content herself, for she doesn't need to get herself fired today thank you.

stiffly, she goes about her work, carefully plucking up the fruit tarts, scones, and cakes, boxing them up neatly. she has a lot of respect for baked goods. ]

I had not expected you would have a sweet tooth.

[ but she might not have expected a lot about him. ]

[emet_sulk]

They aren't for me.

[ Spoken tersely as he prepares payment on his device. Awfully convenient this...digital technology. No need to carry sacks of coin on one's belt. No need to worry about mixing up currencies. ]

If I had known you were a worker here-- [ he starts to mutter before cutting himself off. ] Nevermind. How much are they all together?

[fearlessly]

You would have avoided me, yes.

[ she fills in for him tersely, her expression tight and her lips a firm line, her gaze turned down and away from him while she carefully tapes all of the boxes closed and stacks them into a paper bag, before she leans to calculate the price.

.. which she tells him, because i have no idea how currency works in this place whoops. ]

[emet_sulk]

[ He silently holds his device near the machine they use to complete transactions. ]

...They're for Hythlodaeus, [ he says suddenly, tightly, as though expecting her to mock him. ]