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So barring the Emma thing... I'm introducing currency to hell! Shiny rocks!
Considering people are already using that I can't really introduce the usd ugh... Anyways I'm opening a bank now and instead of bartering exchanges you have to give me shiny rocks.
I need money... money hehehehehe
Can people send in their resumes? I need to go on a trip for a while so... I need a part timer!
I don't know how long I'll be gone and I can pay you in a few grams of gold!
Mmmm... We should start organising for the election. Before the fair or during...?
Meh. I'm going to enjoy my last couple of weeks as a human.
Hello citizens of Yaoi Central.
It is I, your illustrious merchant of trash and wares. I am putting myself forward to be in the running for Yaoi Central. I'm already the Owner and Mayor of Beach Town so I'm sure I can be a co-mayor for Yaoi Central as well.
Vote for me, Macaroni Racoon, as Mayor! Or Vice Mayor...
It sucks Fishious is dead. I can't ask them how the fuck to use the clown glass.
Something endless possibilities as long as you don't cut yourself. A power source.... uuuggghhh.
Back in beachtown with supplies to sink a ship~~ topping up the supplies in the backrooms~~ free from the dungeons and knowing my friends are safe~~
Change of plans on my end. I can help with medical stuff. Getting people out and all that!
The concert was surprisingly good. Racoon hadn't expected to like it this much.
Almost.
It wasn't worth $500 (ノ｀Д´)ノ彡┻━┻
But it was fine. So long if they earned the money back at a later date.
Yet they hadn't heard anything. Not even a whisper during the intermissions where they explored the place.
Not people gossiping in the bathrooms (Racoon got chased out... it will never understand the signs).
As the singer's performance comes to an end Racoon is just about at his wits end. Cradling his head in his hands for a moment before huffing and beginning the trek to leave.
Until their ears prick up at stray words, freezing in place and the person behind her swearing. Not that its important.
"...Gladiator...return..."
"Benefactor..."
A mumbled apology to the person behind them as they continue the walk to the exit, craning a head towards the noise. Only a few rows behind them.
They focus on the conversation as the crowd file out.
A vital piece of info mixed in among the pleasantries and hushed whispers of celebration to the blood sport.
A frequency. One of which to watch the gladiator match.
Racoon watches as they settle into a corner. They attempt to approach to try and gain more information. One glance at his attempted approach before they disappear among the crowd.
