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We had our first line go on earlier this week, yeah. Nothing exciting, just Cheddar and Cranberry flavoured posh crisps. But next week some of the key christmas areas are beginning to change for it. And it all goes downhill from there.

*sobs* Hello exhaustion, we meet again.

Yah Cirus, the RP has been closed for some time. Sorry!
Good luck with the flight! How many hours is it? D:

Sy was a college student, he majored in Elementary Education and minored in History. He was probably also in the D'n'D and conspiracy clubs if Ranthel had either of those. If it were a modern day college though he would have taken Computer Science instead.

Moira isn't suited to further education at all, and her two major interests really are gardening and reading smut (and alcohol and brawling). Her literacy skills are far too poor for her to take a literacy degree though. Idk, I reckon she's the sort to take some random subject just so she can get into uni and experience the lifestyle and get drunk a lot. Like Political Science or something.

Moira the politician.

Moira for President


Morris Guild
"Nah, but we reckon they passed through here. You know... what's their names... Kara and... the other guy. Top brass for Clockwork Town. Wierd name, begins with a R. Fuck I should know this that's my home Guild..." Moira started in response, pressing her fingers against her temples. You could almost hear the cogs turning. "They've been missing for fucking ever, not even a word. We've got a l-"

She was interrupted by Syed thumping the metal plating which clad her arm. Then cringing and doubling over as he cradled his now throbbing hand. While the thump was pretty much nothing to the berserker, it did at least get her attention. They weren't alone in this place, and it was simply too small to rely on noise to keep any conversations secret. Especially with that man sat right next to Amy.

"We need them for somethin' important," she finished, rolling her eyes. Geez. "Like, really important." She leaned forward, thumbing towards the man. "Who is that?"

Syed fiddled with his ring for a moment before he chose to speak. "I... think it could be suspicious, although it would be kind of wierd for them to openly advertise a missing person," he admitted, looking to Fred the ladybird rather than any of the others. Oh, why on Ddeaer did it have to be a circus... he just wasn't keen at all. "But you don't know until you have evidence proving one way or the other. This is a lead, so we need to investigate it either way."

He finally looked up, looking embarrassed if anything. "That's pretty much the conspiracy theorist's mantra right there, heh..."

"I dunno, they might get pissy if we shove missing person posters in their faces," Moira replied to Aria's suggestion, missing her point entirely. Although it would be useful, as she wasn't very good at recognising people...


Morris Guild
While Estelle shouted, Moira remained quiet. Her mind had drifted elsewhere. With his reputation it could be that Lady's son had just ran off again... although she didn't fancy gaining any of Lady's ire suggesting such a thing. However...

A mother's instinct was something else. She knew that. So if Lady was so sure something was wrong, it probably was. Of course she'll help. This struck far too close to home.

Syed meanwhile eyed the stranger at the bar up with concern. Was he okay? He certainly didn't sound it earlier. He hoped the others at the bar would give him a wide birth just in case he had the runs or something, cause it sure as hell sounded like that earlier.

Nonetheless he had been listening to the conversation at the desk throughout, his paranoia about the ladybird lessening a little. Well, he supposed it wouldn't hurt to just check the circus out. He supposed. Only because of the missing people. In case.

"I've got a few," he volunteered, putting his hand up to the suprise of exactly nobody. "You say the circus is stationary, has it been there a while? Do they keep to themselves? And I guess... we'll need to have a look at one of those fliers. So we know where it is and when the shows are on. I think the best chance to look around will be when they're actually open? Well, that's my guess anyway."

He looked to the others with a shrug.
*is on my phone at work*

I think the one who shouldn't be worrying is you Rex lmao. I know my posting window on a Wednesday morning is tiny, so I'm not too bothered if someone calls during it. I just said what I did here to remind everyone I guess.

Anyway you've always had trouble posting 7 days a week, so I wouldn't worry about that either. I'm sure Pach can push things forward for a round if he has to, and similarly I could with my villain if you give me a quick summary of what you want when we get to that point. I think the biggest thing is keeping everyone up to date when you have to skip (which you do anyway) and most importantly not making yourself ill forcing yourself to not sleep just to post.
Damn I knew I should have called / put a friendly reminder that my posting window on a Wednesday morning is 8-9am BST (Midnight-1am PDT, 3-4pm PHT). Although looking at it it looks like Rex called around the same time I started writing, so I think this time it probably wouldn't have been helped anyway.

I can't post this round then. Sorry guys.

Morris: Guild
"You could say that," Moira shrugged. To be honest at this point she wasn't entirely sure who was babysitting who anymore. But she wouldn't ever publicly admit that. "If anythin' happens to them I'll be on way too many hit-lists." Rachael. Tiberius. She definately didn't fancy that.

Upon mention of Sonny, Moira's smug smile became quite frightening to the average bystander. "Oh yeah, he's doin' good. Still refusing to get an interesting job, but whatever. Guess what," she asked, her voice now thankfully back to normal volumes. For her. Which was still pretty loud. She leaned forward over the now much clearer desk. "I'm a gran now. His missus had a baby girl, what was her name..."

"Emily," Syed offered.

"Yeah! Emily!" She rested her elbows on the desk now, looking up to the taller woman. "Talk about makin' me feel old. And how's your kid doing? He should be grown up as well by now, right? Fuckin' hell time flies. What's his name... C something... Corey? No, it ain't that..."


Syed meanwhile found himself staring at the ladybug which was by now flying right in front of his face. He could have swore the tiny thing just gestured at him. What on Ddaear?!

But then it went to nestle in his dark waves of hair. It itched a little at first, but at least the bug wasn't moving around much. He was just about to raise a hand to try and get it to sit on his finger instead...

"Oh, don't mind Fred. He's just... cautious. I advise against touching him, though. He doesn't like fingers very much."

He froze, his fingers inches away. Don't touch it? But it was the one who flew on him! What would it do, bite his finger off?! It was only a ladybug. They just eat smaller insects like aphids, right?

But what if this was different from the normal ladybugs he knew of? What if it did bite him and give him an infection or something?! He needed his fingers, his magic required absolute precision with his hand movements. If one of his fingers was injured it would mess everything up. He lowered his hand again. Just as long as he didn't make any sudden movements it'll be fine. Like with bees. Yeah.

He hadn't even realised he had scrunched his face up apprehensively. "Hi, Fred," he said, feeling like a bit of a nit himself. "I'm cautious sometimes too."

"Oh, we're lookin' for some people," Moira shrugged in response to Lady's final question. She turned to Estelle with a shrug.
*patiently waits for Kei to get her post up*

Yeah, whenever I studied humanities it was generally history, geography and religious education. Never... art, lmao. Humanities as a term is too vague people need to stop using it.

If you ever need any help with it you can always ask. Not guarenteeing I'll be much use since I always sucked at art history, but I'll try. Better still though, can you swap it?
I haven't had the time to play any games for like a week, lmao. But probably still FF14. Maybe. I don't remember.


Morris
Moira said nothing as they entered the village, viewing it with as much apathy as ever. Rural villages always made her a little uncomfortable, in contrast to her partner being much more relaxed than he had been lately. Just as long as this one didn't involve trees and curses and demigods then she was good. Instead she just watched as Amy strolled ahead. Which wasn't really that unusual.

Syed watched Trixie as she gushed. Oh, he wished he could just offer to help her learn to read without Moira flipping her nut. It was driving him a bit crazy by this point. "Lucien! Don't say that," Syed cringed, hugging himself a little. "Clowns give me the creeps enough as is."

"Pansy," is all Moira said in response. "A clown is just a dude who falls over a lot. Yer know. Like Luke." She thumbed to Lute.

The Guild was remanicent of Fenaru if anything, and as a result the first thing Moira was on the lookout for was the secretary. Fenaru's secretary was pretty grumpy, constantly telling them off being loud. They were the Pride! Of course they were loud!

Except... well. She recognised her any day of the week. "Oh... HEY! LADY!" she suddenly bellowed, startling Syed a little. Well that was rude... abeit par of the course for the berserker. "Fuckin' hell it's been a while!" she leaned over to Syed, loudly whispering him a warning: "Don't piss her off." There wasn't really much point in her whispering at all with how loud it was.

She strolled over to the secretary desk with a grin, holding out a hand for a firm shake. "Shit, everyone's doing so well for themselves these days. What a pain."

Syed found himself a little overwhelmed. With Moira's sheer number of years in service for the Guild, it wasn't really suprising that she sometimes knew people on their travels. He gave the secretary a small, somewhat awkward wave, before turning to see what the others were doing. Yeah, he'll have a soda... although someone would have to bring it over to him, what with his bond and all.
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