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mundane_realms2020-10-11 08:37 am
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Bardsong's First Test-Drive Meme!
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It all began when you fell from the skies above, wreathed in flame. When you landed, you learned that you weren't alone: So many others, each from worlds entirely different from yours, have found themselves in his predicament, and know about as much as you do! The locals greet you with a cautious friendliness, welcoming you to the town of Concord. They tell you that the world was broken apart mysteriously not long ago, and are trying to devise ways to step far beyond the town borders to find where the rest of the globe went, get to the bottom of things.
But your arrival is nothing short of a blessing. Perhaps you, the Starfallen, are the answer to their prayers. They explain how live presently works in Concord, they give you that tour of their guilds, and even give you a place to stay at Concord Crossing, where you're randomly assigned roommates. You hope your roommates are amicable...
In the days following, after shaking off the shock of your current situation, you find yourself beginning to integrate into Concord life. But while you await word from the local researchers among the many guilds dotted through town, each looking for new members to bestow their teachings, you need to fill your pockets with precious, precious sol. You'd also heard that there was to be a celebration very soon, and everyone is invited. A little partying never hurt anyone, right? Besides, free food!
Now, where to begin...?
I. More Than This Provincial Life
Concord, the large city that it is, hosts many opportunities for work. Between the multiple quarters and their specialties, just about anyone can find a job. With the isolation from the rest of the world, employers eagerly welcome the Starfallen with part time or temporary work (Apparently, all full time positions are taken and employers conspicuously nudge people out the door if they spend too much time on the clock) to coincide with the life of an adventurer. For those who wish for something to do and a source of income outside of quests, there's always an honest day's wage to be made! With the exception of a few tasks the South Quarter may have to offer, but those aren't the kind of jobs spoken of too loudly.
I-A. Magicka Cleanup Detail
The Concord Magic Academy, between bright-eyed students trying their best and young nobles whose admission was paid in cash, sees quite a few accidents in its halls. Alchemy experiments, wayward fireballs, testing theories given by their Occultist friends, anything can come up and make a mess of a lab or a classroom. As such, the academy welcomes the brave and the patient to the field of custodial engineering, especially those with strong stomachs and combat experience. It wouldn't be the first time stains fight back or gravity ceased to be, so on top of keeping to their own personal hygiene standards, employees are expected to be thorough in their cleaning and expect the unexpected.
I-B. Amazing Paperboy Deliveries
The Concord Truthogram is dedicated to bringing the truth right to the doors of paying customers as soon as the next issue is ready. They're looking for delivery workers and runners equally dedicated to I bringing the truth to subscribers! Runners will need to deliver newspapers all across Concord before dawn breaks. Subscribers are all throughout the city, so runners are encouraged to find an optimal route and coordinate with their co-workers to bring the truth the world in a timely and orderly manner! This job favors the agile, as early Concord mornings are filled with people bustling through the streets and occasional hazards to trip up the distracted runner. Try not to make too many mistakes, as unsatisfied customers will unsubscribe and deny themselves the gift of the Concord Truthogram. Watch out for stray dogs and the occasional grim reaper.
II. O Valley Of Plenty, Whoa-oh-oh!
Working at a coffee shop or helping to organize a wizard's dusty study isn't for everyone, and the people of Concord understand. Every world runs on some currency, and here, it's known as the 'sol'. For those looking to do a 'dirtier' work, the citizenry helpfully direct the Starfallen to the Men-At-Arms Guild, your source of monster-busting work!
Lit by the glow of lanterns, the following work is looking for takers, posted on a large board outside the guild:
II-A. Rabites!
"We need someone to handle the Rabite problem! A couple that chooses not to be named found a pair and decided to raise them as pets, but they have since bred out of control into feral, very bitey colonies. They may look cute and cuddly, but you may need to bring a friend to be on the safe side."
Reward: 50 sol per pelt
II-B. Bumps in the Night!
"We need graveyard shift relief for the town guard posted along the outskirts of Concord. Lately, the guards have been reporting strange noises through the night, and have seen an influx of ghoul sightings coming down from the nearby hills. Take care care not to get bitten; it won't make you like them, but it will make you sluggish and leave you as easy prey."
Reward: 800 sol a night + 100 sol per head
III. Like One of Those Music Videos
While typically only those following the paths of their departed founders and enduring Masters of the Manor are granted entry to the Glistering Estate, the Guild of Steel and Lace nonetheless occasionally open the gates to outsiders. Oftentimes, this is simply to showcase a performance at the theatre, or to offer a chance for newcomers to join their ranks; today, however, is a special occasion: the anniversary of the Estate's groundbreaking. For the evening, the entire Estate grounds have been made available to the residents of Concord, and an exquisite buffet has been prepared for all who would raise a glass to their Founders. Many who come may be tempted by the lavish wealth on display, but aspiring thieves and troublemakers must be warned: Behind the gold and silk lies a house packed to the brim with the likes of veteran Paladins and entrapping illusionists.
III-A. Black Tie...?
Before one is permitted entry to the Estate proper, they must be willing to show a modicum of due deference and wear the proper attire. For an open-door event such as this, simple and tasteful formalwear will suffice; a collared dress shirt or modest blouse, at the very least. Fortunately for those who cannot afford- or, as is sometimes the case, simply forgot- such fineries, the Guild of Steel and Lace happily provides attire of the sort worn by their own members on the estate grounds, and their stocks accommodates all shapes and sizes. Unfortunately, their standard attire inevitably takes the form of service attire such as maid outfits and butler uniforms. They have even provided booths to change in private, so please, don't make a scene.
III-B. Upper, Upper Class High Society!
Once inside, the guests have freedom to enjoy the manor's full facilities; the Guild of Steel and Lace have spared no expense in setting up food options from their in-house chefs ranging from terrestrial crab legs and tropical fruits to... erm... unfamiliar flora or fauna that are unidentifiable, but thoroughly delicious. At least, to the locals who have already acquired the taste. Additionally, The theatre is hosting an ongoing series of performances from the Guild's bards, though they're not above letting the Starfallen have their turns at the microphone. Nonetheless, from ballroom to gardens to bathhouse, the entire estate is open to visitors, so why not have a look around...?
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Slowly, his steps start to go from being consciously and laboriously planted to simply being a reflection of Corrin's, and each step, sway, and swoosh starts to take on a sense of practice and purpose instead of clumsy chest-to-chest bumps against her.
...But it's still probably a little too soon to try going for the dip when he does, nearly calling both of them to topple before pulling the both of them back up, only a slight awkward slant to his smile once they'd returned to steady footing.
"Okay, guess that's still a bit much for now..."
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He's a fast learner though, judging by how quickly his technique improves. "Why, I think we might make a ballroom dancer out of you yet. Maybe we should oh boy" She has time to squeak out as Red suddenly dips her down, her leg rising instinctively as balance, but it's a near thing. Her grip on his arm's becomes noticeably tighter, and it's a precarious few seconds as they both struggle to remain upright. But then Corrin is lifted back and she breathes a shaky sigh of relief.
But then Red speaks and she laughs out loud, a deep belly laugh, her eyes screwing shut in amusement, and she buries her head in his shoulder for a moment to try and keep some composure. "Pfffffft, y-yeah, maybe just a little!" She manages between breaths.
Taking a moment to compose herself as her laughs die down, she leans back, taking her head off Red's shoulder and looks around the room. "Well, would you look at that. No guards coming to my rescue." She notes, then side-eyes Red slyly. "Looks like you were wrong after all."
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...but speaking of things going straight to one's head, Red's grin goes from awkward at the praise of his progress to boastful and toothy at the laugh after their nearly tumbling onto the floor. So far, so good, apparently.
"Hey, c'mon! Isn't that how it's done in--"
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"...wait, what??"
The stumble goes straight down into his feet, giving him his first real misstep since he'd hit his stride in the dance a little while ago... but he quickly drags himself back into some semblance of coordination with Corrin's lead.
He'd never seen a princess laugh like that before. But the fact that she did somehow felt like a good thing. And like she'd said-- no guards were coming to her rescue.
"...No kiddin'? You're a princess?"
Not that it was stopping him, though he did seem to suddenly be a bit more mindful in his dancing.
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"Second Princess Corrin of the Royal House of Nohr." She does a small dip, continuing to hold the curtsey, as she addresses Red. "It is my very good honour to make your acquaintance this evening." She holds the position for just a few moments longer, then glances up at Red with a grin. "Told you." She giggles.
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Nice to meet'cha, Corrin. I'm Red Savarin, of... uh... the Shepherd Republic.
[...Yeah, he wasn't even going to try to talk like that. Dancing with a princess didn't exactly made him a prince. Besides, his style was more a grin and a firm handshake than, uh... whatever the guy did when a girl curtsied.
Suffice to say, Corrin would look up to a toothy grin and an outstretched hand.]
Trust me, y'don't hafta to bow.