Midnight Airship + Fireworks The airship is nice. All of this is nice.
Despite her misgivings and paranoia about the situation, Castor finds herself relaxing this high up in the sky. She might be a little wine-drunk, settling down on a deck chair to watch that night’s fireworks. It’s been a long few weeks. It’s nice to just. Enjoy.
Mognet Expo ”Kuuuu, you really need some of these features, Castor! Your writing is terrible! “Aye, ye tell me that every time I sit te type somethin’. Are these even like te work with the rest’ve the network?”
Castor is studying an imperial iMog slate, exploring it’s features and not for the first time lamenting that her own doesn’t have something to cover for her admittedly poor writing practices. Bernadette is perched on her shoulder, with far less attention paid to the slates, and far more to the nearby boothes.
”Kupo Champange, ohh…”
“Dream on, Ben. If ye wanna get back te fancy livin, ye’re gonna have te work for it.”
Chocobo Races I dunno, buddy. You think you’re fast enough?
Beside Castor, the ivory-plumed Chocobo known as Seiya coos in response, nibbling a bit at his mistress’ hair.
I know yer s’posed te be a fightin’ bird! ‘S why I asked, ye silly git. Ye ain’t made te race, but ye can beat a hasty exit when ye feel like.
Seiya chirps excitedly and ruffles his feathers up, as if rising to Castor’s challenge.
Alright alright, I’ll go get ye signed up…
SHOPPING... So many things, so little gil. Castor can be found bouncing around the market stalls with a moogle on her shoulder and a chocobo in tow, little flyers for O’aka fluttering in her wake. She moves around with almost a childlike glee, zipping between one stall and the next, looking for anything interesting or old or shiny or pretty.
But on the other hand, she only has so much gil…
Well. She’s not entirely opposed to flirting her way to a discount.
...AND ALSO FOOD. A big girl has a big appetite, after all. Castor is trying her damndest to sample everything on offer, and eats with an almost desperate abandon.
And if she sees something she hasn’t tried yet…?
“Hey now, where’d ye find that?”
Tournaments: Triple Triad “‘S this deck a joke?!”
Castor is rifling through the loaned deck with a frown on her face. There are already some wheels turning in her head though, and she looks up again, trying to catch someone’s attention.
“Any regional or match rules I ought te consider here? It best not be roulette…”
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The airship is nice. All of this is nice.
Despite her misgivings and paranoia about the situation, Castor finds herself relaxing this high up in the sky. She might be a little wine-drunk, settling down on a deck chair to watch that night’s fireworks. It’s been a long few weeks. It’s nice to just. Enjoy.
Mognet Expo
”Kuuuu, you really need some of these features, Castor! Your writing is terrible!
“Aye, ye tell me that every time I sit te type somethin’. Are these even like te work with the rest’ve the network?”
Castor is studying an imperial iMog slate, exploring it’s features and not for the first time lamenting that her own doesn’t have something to cover for her admittedly poor writing practices. Bernadette is perched on her shoulder, with far less attention paid to the slates, and far more to the nearby boothes.
”Kupo Champange, ohh…”
“Dream on, Ben. If ye wanna get back te fancy livin, ye’re gonna have te work for it.”
Chocobo Races
I dunno, buddy. You think you’re fast enough?
Beside Castor, the ivory-plumed Chocobo known as Seiya coos in response, nibbling a bit at his mistress’ hair.
I know yer s’posed te be a fightin’ bird! ‘S why I asked, ye silly git. Ye ain’t made te race, but ye can beat a hasty exit when ye feel like.
Seiya chirps excitedly and ruffles his feathers up, as if rising to Castor’s challenge.
Alright alright, I’ll go get ye signed up…
SHOPPING...
So many things, so little gil. Castor can be found bouncing around the market stalls with a moogle on her shoulder and a chocobo in tow, little flyers for O’aka fluttering in her wake. She moves around with almost a childlike glee, zipping between one stall and the next, looking for anything interesting or old or shiny or pretty.
But on the other hand, she only has so much gil…
Well. She’s not entirely opposed to flirting her way to a discount.
...AND ALSO FOOD.
A big girl has a big appetite, after all. Castor is trying her damndest to sample everything on offer, and eats with an almost desperate abandon.
And if she sees something she hasn’t tried yet…?
“Hey now, where’d ye find that?”
Tournaments: Triple Triad
“‘S this deck a joke?!”
Castor is rifling through the loaned deck with a frown on her face. There are already some wheels turning in her head though, and she looks up again, trying to catch someone’s attention.
“Any regional or match rules I ought te consider here? It best not be roulette…”
Duty Roulette
The wildcard option. BYOprompt