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sirenspull_logs2012-10-07 08:41 am
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Who: Gilbert Nightray & open!
When: All day on the 7th
Where: Funtom Bakery
Summary: Tomorrow is Thanksgiving, and a neutral business is doing their part to make sure that people enjoy the most important part of the holiday: THE PIES. Come get a free pie.
Warnings: Warning for cavities. No really, brush your teeth after eating, kids.
This is Gilbert's third time witnessing this modern holiday in Siren's Port. It's a different sort of tradition than his own world's celebration of welcoming in the harvest with a large feast, but then, there's nothing in this world that mirrors his own when it comes to holiday and tradition. Still, he and Funtom are doing their part to promote charity and goodwill by offering a free pumpkin pie ('One per customer, please!' proclaims a sign on the counter with a childish sketch of a happy black rabbit sitting in a teacup.) to complete your meal tomorrow evening!
Come in and get your free pie, sit down and enjoy tea and pastries, or just come in to bother the baker as he moves from the kitchen to the front counter to help pass them out.
When: All day on the 7th
Where: Funtom Bakery
Summary: Tomorrow is Thanksgiving, and a neutral business is doing their part to make sure that people enjoy the most important part of the holiday: THE PIES. Come get a free pie.
Warnings: Warning for cavities. No really, brush your teeth after eating, kids.
This is Gilbert's third time witnessing this modern holiday in Siren's Port. It's a different sort of tradition than his own world's celebration of welcoming in the harvest with a large feast, but then, there's nothing in this world that mirrors his own when it comes to holiday and tradition. Still, he and Funtom are doing their part to promote charity and goodwill by offering a free pumpkin pie ('One per customer, please!' proclaims a sign on the counter with a childish sketch of a happy black rabbit sitting in a teacup.) to complete your meal tomorrow evening!
Come in and get your free pie, sit down and enjoy tea and pastries, or just come in to bother the baker as he moves from the kitchen to the front counter to help pass them out.
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[He holds up his hands in apology.]
Sorry, I got a little carried away talking about it now! I just hadn't thought about it in a while...
[BITTERNESS BUILDS UP.]
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[RELIEF... that he does not owe Gil money.
And now that that's cleared up, he quickly tries to think of a topic change.
new topic --------> cake...]
So... is baking a natural talent of yours?
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I wouldn't call it a natural talent...more of a survival skill?
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[And with so many people coming and going every day, it's a necessary asset.]
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—Brother?
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[His expression changes then, but it's tough to say if he's happy or upset to be thinking of his brother like this. On the one hand, they'd grown to understand each other a good deal more in their time trapped in this city. On the other...there had always been an invisible wall between them, a bottomless crevasse that separated them across time and broken memory. But one thing had always been certain: no matter what Vincent had done, Gilbert would still choose to protect him.
Losing him had been harder than he'd care to admit, but easy enough that when he realized it, it broke his heart.]
Vincent and I were brought here together, years ago. He was always...
[He trails off, seems to think better of a sappy speech and instead finishes, tersely:]
The Core sent him home a few months ago.
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He knows that losing your brother like that can't be anything but painful.]
I'm sorry that he left.
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[Stated with the same strange, conflicted emotion as before.]
He really caused more trouble than anything else...