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[aerialassault]

[The text showed up in the journals around dawn, in the style of a wanted ad in the newspaper-- if Luceti had a newspaper. The letters were straight and friendly. The message was concise:]

PING PONG TABLE SEEKS HOME
PUBLIC ACCESS REQUIRED

REPLY FOR DETAILS

[That was all Cliff needed to do. He had spent the last month or so just toying with it as a side project, taking his time with the plans, materials, and other details of the table. He found proper measurements for everything and made sure that it was up to professional standards.

Anyone who dares to tell him that ping pong isn't a sport is liable to get payback for the suggestion. Somehow.

Cliff took off for the day after the announcement, after scribbling out a quick note for Fayt that he was headed out. Luceti was relatively safe, but he preferred to keep his people informed of what he was doing. His first stop is Seventh Heaven to grab a bite to eat, since the man can't cook for the life of him. There's a reason he's banned from the kitchen, after all. Throughout the day afterward he can be found in various parts of the plaza, gathering supplies for what looks like a trip to the Beach. With the weather getting warmer, he saw no reason to not take advantage of what the sea had to offer. Diving under to see the fish was always fun, after all.

Feel free to catch him anywhere. Talk to him, harrass him, prank him, join him. Anything goes.]

Comments

action;

[prims]

[ Seventh Heaven? Well, he'll certainly need a waiter or a waitress when he gets there, then. How about Cliff takes a seat in Prim's section? She'll be over to check on him as soon as he sits down, smiling brightly. While there isn't really a uniform, she's got an apron on over her usual skirt-and-blouse combination, and she's clearly attached to the place as a worker rather than a customer. ]

Hi! I'm Prim, and I'll be taking care of you today. Do you know what you'd like to get, or do you need a bit? And can I get you something to drink...?

[ She has this waitressing thing down cold by now, okay. ]

action;

[aerialassault]

[She was certainly a new face-- one with a great smile and the eyes of a person that was into her job. Cliff smiled back, because clearly it was an excellent morning so far.]

Just coffee, please. And do you have any eggs back there?

[He had to ask. Breakfast wasn't a normal thing to him by any stretch. Before dropping into Luceti, he never really had the chance to sit down for a formal breakfast like this.

It was a nice change of pace.]

action;

[prims]

[ Because this is Prim, she writes that down on her notepad. Though she has confidence in her memory, she doesn't like to get orders wrong. ]

Sure thing. How do you want the coffee? Black? And we have eggs, yes. The chefs can do just about anything with them, as far as I can tell. I think it's because everyone has such different backgrounds - between the lot of us, we've got a wide mix of cuisines, you know?

action;

[aerialassault]

Just black, please. Some things always remain standard too, no matter how big the variety is.

...yanno, I heard someone once say that the best way to get to know someone is to share a meal with them. Food really can tell you alot about a person.

action; item shop

[ahappylie]

[Souji had noticed Cliff (hard not to notice him, really) going into the item shop after he finished his training routine in the morning and popped in after him. Being the smaller of the two, it was easy for him to slip down the aisle and when Cliff moved an item, he would see a familiar face peering at him through the newly made gap.]

Hi~

action; item shop

[aerialassault]

[Cliff stared at the lurker on the other side of the shelving unit for a moment before replacing the folded towel he had pulled off of the shelf. He needed to find one that was more durable anyway.]

Nooope. I don't think I want a towel that's talking to me. It's not early enough gor that.

action; item shop

[ahappylie]

Do all your towels talk to you early in the morning?

[Souji seemed entirely nonplussed about having the towel put back to obstruct his view and talked to Cliff over the aisle.]

[Voice]

[misterbrief]

I'm not interested in your stinking ping pong table but...what in the galaxy are you doing with a ping pong table anyway?

[Cliff u cray cray.]

[text]

[aerialassault]

PING PONG TABLE IS BRAND NEW.

SEEKS PLAYERS THAT WILL USE IT.

[Voice]

[misterbrief]

[No, he is not switching to text, he cannot yell properly if he does that.]

Did you not hear a word I just said?! I don't want your blasted table, now answer my question fool!

[Written]

[de_bel_survivor]

[Yeah, okay, how could he pass up asking about this?]

Let me know if anyone got the ping pong table. Since my place doesn't have the space for it.

[Written]

[aerialassault]

will do. everyone deserves a few rounds with it

[Written]

[de_bel_survivor]

Decent condition?

[Action]

[faithfulflame]

[The beach, you say? Well, one of your friends is still shifted to be a good bit older, and she's definitely been spending time down there. After all, there aren't many beaches in Neo Crystal Tokyo so she's taking the opportunity to read under an umbrella when Cliff comes by. ]

Hello, Cliff-san.

[Action]

[aerialassault]

'Sup, Rei.

[Surprise, surprise. Her presence on the beach as she was had him second guessing his earlier hunch. Maybe this wasn't a Shift after all, but a situation where someone went back to their world and returned later on with new experiences and viewpoints. Thus was life in Luceti.

Cliff smiled and sat down next to her, not bothering to ask but leaving her plenty of space to have for herself.]

It's been quiet lately. How've yoou been?

[Action]

[faithfulflame]

Me? I've been alright.

[Rei silently slides a bookmark into the book and snaps it shut.]

It's been quiet since the possession. Which I see left you alright.

voice;

[precipitous]

Uhh...did you just happen to find a ping pong table lying in the road, or what?

voice;

[aerialassault]

Nope. I needed a project. Who'd toss one in the road, anyway?

voice;

[precipitous]

I don't know, I wouldn't be all that surprised if it started raining ping pong tables around here one day. Got any takers yet?

action.

[halflived]

[Mornings have been Aleos' shift since he started working at Seventh Heaven, and while most days he's too busy making the food to come around to see how the customers were liking their meals, today he had a little downtime. He took these things very seriously, after all.]

Good morning, sir. How are you liking your food today?

action.

[aerialassault]

[The dedication of these young people showed in how they kept their regular shifts and always showed up-- barring a bizarre experiment, of course. Cliff smiled. It was always good to see another early bird.]

It's as good as always. Could you give my compliments to the chef?

action.

[halflived]

Glad to hear that. Though... I am the chef, actually. [He smiles a bit sheepishly, guess who isn't used to receiving compliments or know how to handle them?]

I open up the restaurant and am usually the only chef for the first shift.

[action] forever late!

[fellpool]

[Shopping around the plaza? Such a popular is a regular destination for Leon, who is a part-time worker in the smithy and regularly collects things from the item shop to tinker with and extract metal from. He spots the big guy as he's looking at some ducks nonchalantly sitting in the fountain, and he waves a little in greeting.

It's been a long while since he's seen the guy, but he's gotten to know Fayt -- and this other guy was clearly an acquaintance from their wor-- universe.]

You look like a dude on a mission.

[action] It's never late!

[aerialassault]

[Ah, that Fellpool who worked on the teleporters in town. Although he had corrected at least one person on how the 'cat boy' wasn't exactly a 'cat boy', and had to put a few people in place about how science isn't magic, they hadn't actually spoken much. Cliff waved back and put his quest on hold.]

Eh. Does going to the beach count as a mission?

[He held up his goggles, making it clear that he wasn't just planning on being lazy while he was there.]

[action]

[fellpool]

[He tilts his head to make sure he is seeing the object in the man's hand correctly. Not aeronautical or vehicular goggles, but ... swimming goggles? A grin makes its way onto his face.]

Sure, if the objective is to take advantage of the season. Have you been out there yet?