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Characters: Klaus, The Fool, and You!
Date: The middle of October
Location: Aifaran and Die Rose Tulpe
Situation: Settling In
Warnings/Rating: None, updated if needed

1. Aifaran (open)
Yuuko had spent some time meandering around the city, taking in the sights and familiarizing herself with the streets. The weather seems better than her initial introduction of drenching rain, although she definitely needs new clothes to replace her borrowed, but dry, outfit.

After locating this city's version of a pawnbroker, she exchanges some of the jewelry she arrived wearing for hard currency, which she then converts into some proper clothing, a meal, and a few bottles to add to the (in her mind at least) lacking collection awaiting her at her new employment. She's in quite a good mood, in no small part due to sampling some of her purchases to make sure the drink in question matches what she expects.

She wanders back toward the cafe, humming under her breath, and stopping at a few street vendors here and there on her way.

2. Die Rose Tulpe (open)
When she arrives back at the shop, she does a liquor count and rearranges a few bottles for easier use, before settling in behind the counter and setting out some of her selection. She'd found a very pleasant rice wine which compares to high quality sake, a rich red wine similar to malbec, and her favourite find, a gingery liquor which reminds her of Becherovka.

She sets these out with a flourish, and surveys the counter. Since she's still absolutely delighted with her new "pet", she calls the Caladrius and sets it to watching the counter, appropriating a midsize potted plant for it to perch in.

Nearly the last thing she does is to set a mid-size stone near the door, facing outward, to which she has affixed a pair of googly eyes, bought from one of the street vendors. It looks for all intents and purposes like an over sized "pet rock"

Finally, she settles at a nearby table to relax, and lights her kiseru pipe, although opening the window courteously for those who might not want to suck in the smoke. She stretches out slowly and comfortably in the plush chair, and lazily props up her feet on a nearby chair.

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The Fool has been loathe to admit to himself that he has become beholden to a professional schedule of any sort, being far too free of a spirit for such things--and yet he has to admit that fetching new supplies or delivering the smaller of his commissions to patrons has become his afternoon occupation. There's something comforting in the mundanity of the work, given the state of flux gripping the rest of the city.

He lets himself back into the cafe, absently threading some long golden hair back behind his ear, and then pauses at the sight of the odd stone. It stares at him. He stares back. Huh.

"Klaus?" he calls out mildly, then crouches down to consider the new addition to the shop with interest. It seems he hasn't quite noticed Yuuko yet.

Yato's running one of his errands, picking up deliveries for a few of his clients. Despite his recent disappearance courtesy of the Dreaming, he was quick to pick up the majority of his jobs he'd managed before the two-month unwilling sojourn. Most people were used to the idiosyncracies of Dreamfolk apt to disappear at any time, after all.

Noting a well-dressed woman ahead of him, he moves to step out of her way, but there's a strange feeling that sweeps over him as he gets near.

With no school here to waste his time (he had learned that first grade was even more tedious the second time through), Conan had taken to spending most of his time either reading or wandering around Aifaran looking for trouble. When he wasn't inspecting the restaurants and cafes as part of his quest to find places willing to serve an apparent seven-year-old the local equivalents of coffee.

Today he was on his way home from the bookstore with yet another pile of mystery novels to work his way through. He hadn't found anything here yet anywhere near as interesting as Holmes, but some of the writers had been decent.

On the way, he notices a store that for some reason has set out a rock in front of it. With googly eyes.

He stops and sets down his books as he looks at it, trying to determine whether it had some kind of hidden meaning.

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