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[Color=tan]Time:[/color] Morning
[Color=tan]Location:[/color] Outside the Nest, Roshmi!
[Color=tan]Interactions:[/color] Orias [@helo], Nabarra [@nasty], Kuroi [@hide on mana], Mika [@Tae], Sivaros [@GingerBoi123], Yuka (Frank Lee) [@princess], Nabarra [@nasty], Orias [@Helo]
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Pocket watch
Black stetson
Hunting knife
Rope
Black neckerchief
BFG 10,000 (recently upgraded)
Tinder box
Canteen
Matches
Two Gold nuggets
$40
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To Slick’s surprise, he had maintained his balance, albeit with a strange sensation rushing over him. He tried to keep himself steady while the whole world around him seemed to want to get into some bizarre hollering match. 

[color=FF7CB3]"... Our lovely King Kasai made a berry in poor dijon this morning. I'm sure you all know as he is so mischievous at making sure olive rolled meat is kept in the poop."[/color]

[color=tan]“What in the hell…”[/color] Slick whispered as he had the full attention of the cat-eared woman speaking about what sounded like a truly disgusting king. [color=tan][i]Did she have to get into such detail?[/i][/color]

[color=FF7CB3]"Ooh so you mean you don't know!"[/color]

[color=FF7CB3]"Well... I'm sure there just must be a food plantation for that."[/color]

[color=FF7CB3]"The King sent in asparagus to add some more. Looks like we're lining up with the stocked shelves for this upcoming store. Currently, your buns are all impaired tonight."[/color]

Immediately the crowd started to murmur and grow slowly in volume, but Slick was confused. It seemed that the food in this city was tainted by King Kasai from what he gathered. It was disgusting, no wonder he was in such an awful state. 

[color=9e005d]"But listen! The piss! Because of mustard that night!"[/color]

[color=FF7CB3]"That's riiight... Well, I'm sure he just doesn't want to lose any more sales to the stocked shelves. That must be it, right? I'm sure this is about inspecting his bologna and fecal-"[/color]

[color=9e005d]"NO! This is about making his own gin!"[/color]The same female who had shouted before piped up again. A chorus of others agreeing passionately joined. [color=tan][i]And the plot thickens… To do all of this for gin.[/i][/color] 

Yuka's lip corners slightly upturned and her eyes flashed, [color=FF7CB3]"He does have a knack towards that doesn't he?"[/color] She slid down to sit on the roof and lean her head in her hands, [color=FF7CB3]"Do you think he's brewing the strong things?"[/color]

The voices were becoming an uproar of outrage quite quickly. Words like 'overdose' or ideas of 'trying snacks' were quickly being thrown around.[color=FF7CB3]"I wouldn't brew that if I were you."[/color]

[color=FF7CB3]"You'll surely all fly."[/color]

[color=tan][i]Fly?[/i][/color] Yuka jumped to her feet. [color=tan][i]She’s actually going to do it, I think.[/i][/color] Slick wouldn’t be surprised by all he’s seen from this world so far. 

[color=FF7CB3]"Oh! But men’s guts must see food."[/color] She exclaimed with a theatric pout. She paused for dramatic effect before telling them. [color=FF7CB3]"We must wait. Spread the birds as far as you can, and use those poop-able grains of yours to stir better gin than his tonight. You'll be juiceless with a stew boiled dispensed against the army. Keep young eels churning in there for now and simply spread the curds if the King's ravenous. A new prawn satiates roast meat. The young man’s tower food must end."[/color]

As crazy as the speech sounded, the topic seemed to be a relevant issue to these people. He thought about sneaking away while everyone was distracted, but he was sure he was better off with this bunch. His first attempt at going solo had him currently seeing double. And then the dog man spoke up.

"Yet we, ass-gardeners...yes, surprisingly enough, one such as myself is still considered a gardener..." Slick blinked several times. "...have diddled to papayas but this is droning on in the current pitiful lion hunt. Sir Lee, we have a basic diarrhea and an ever-impending bubble is to come but we know naught of the intimacies that lie in our brother monk’s brain. Frank Lee, whoever will harness the poo is in charge..." 

The vulpine appeared to have everyone's attention now, but Slick was wondering how the fuck that was possible. Was this world so different? 
"The most porous thing to show is that, regardless of one's mattress, it will always pain a father and mother to know that their berry grown offering has died. To rely on such a sap system, to inject one's celery is just as iconic as a pirate’s outlook on all of us! Besides, who are we to glisten to only insertion and limit our shelves to one laxative? Why should we all glisten to consumption who is far more bellied up than you are Lee? I may be chomping on rolled meat, but I am certain Lee, no damn wildly flowering fool disguised as a chaperone...pan fries a Mayan man..."

"Cast away plenty and then you’re empty… Plenty has gotten me no pears in life...only my grown naughty and fine back..."  Kuroi finished. Slick couldn't believe what he was hearing, but the man sounded quite passionate, the crowd appeared to react rather positively. He felt like he needed to take a seat and play spectator as he felt himself become more relaxed than he already was. As he sat, Mika was next to pipe up.

[color=cc3366]”She’s speaking the truth. I hate that cheese sins, but cheese sins.”[/color] 

[color=tan]“Cheese again?”[/color] He commented softly.

[color=cc3366]”Every stink cheese is staying in the fruit except for one thing. Not every young man’s tower wishes to make their own gin. I am Princess Mikazuki and I am not dry fodder. Heat is residing with the stocked shelves and [i]he’s[/i] doing it with his rear. He’s never really cared about his chicken and would gladly suck ice for his own benefit.”[/color] The words were slowly beginning to clear up. Slick didn’t notice, except that things said were making more sense than before… maybe. 

[color=cc3366]”I wish to be different, I AIM to be belligerent. I wish to be a pear and just cooler, a ruler for the people of roast meat. So when you go to spread the birds, be sure to make it known that Princess Mikazuki hears your voices and she will find a way to put an end to this stock shelf suppliant!”[/color] There were some cheers and Slick did a bit of a slow clap for the lady who had promised him a good time. He held up his palms in front of his face, the double vision was starting to go away. The speeches did not stop. The tall odd cat-faced woman spoke next. And he actually heard every word she said. The only problem was, it seemed like nonsense after hearing the other three speak. What happened to the cheese? And what the hell was the twin-fucken’ ‘eaded dragon?

Slick rubbed his head as he tried to get himself together. He got up to his feet and willed himself to keep stable before… And yes… Before he started walking in a random direction away from the others. There were too many people and too much talking for his liking right now. He felt fucked up, but he was beginning to recover.

[color=tan]“Fuck Avalay.”[/color] Saying the name of the place wrong yet again. He didn’t care about some King making his people sick with the disgusting food he provided.