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[longingluvaris]

There is a wet, squelching sound coming from behind the door to Valeria's work room, where she makes the potions, salves, and other healing concoctions.

[valuvaris]

"What's blue, and not very heavy?"

[nameaprice]

She is lying down on a hammock as it swings from side to side slowly. Thoughts are distant.

[arpeggiiosm]

Yuugo’s closed up himself in the salon, giving himself a haircut. He doesn’t like to go elsewhere and bother other people with having to do it, why should he after all, it’s his talent, so why should he waste it?

Though, hearing the bell on the door he glances over, hair still a bit wet. “Be there in a minute!”

[tumblestones]

he silently passes a bill across to the bartender. a neat whiskey is poured, the bottle left besides it and the man is quickly left to his own business. if he's waiting for someone, its none of the bar's business.

[verumeaedem]

lays on the ground.

"i wish to become one with the grass. photosynthesis."

[tumblestonesa]

"what's a 'faller'?" oh dear elaine. "does it have to do with those strange pokemon?"