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WEEK FOUR

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It's a rather quaint town when you get down to it. At least, that's what the Sheriff would argue. Warm and dry in the mornings and afternoons with a brisk coolness in the evenings. The perfect type of weather to just sit out on your rocking chair and observe the comings and goings.

... Of course, there's not much in the way of comings and goings when there aren't any actual people here to watch. Nevertheless, don't let that get you down! The town is your oyster and those roosters won't stop crowing until everyone's out of bed. Up and at 'em, rise and shine, it's time to make the day yours!

After all, there's nothing wrong with the town today and you might just want to savor it while it lasts.

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Trust me. You'll understand once you do it.

[Probably. Maybe. Take the tomato, Milla!!]

[okay well??? Milla is always up for learning and trying new things. so she picks up a tomato and tosses it up and down in one hand, before she turns on her heel to face the sign]

I hope you're right, because right now all I feel is confused.

[and then she chucks the tomato at the sign as fast as she can]

[the fruit splatters against the wood and pieces are flung everywhere]

[. . .]

[she still doesn't get it]

...You didn't feel, like, an ounce of satisfaction? Come on.

[stick it to the man]

Not really.

[:/a but she wants to!! she wants to enjoy this strange activity]

May I try again?

Go for it. Plenty of tomatoes here.

[She scoots the bucket towards Milla with her foot.]

[grabs another tomato and chucks it at the sign. it splatters just as beautifully as the first]

[. . .]

[frowns, nose wrinkled, and goes for a third tomato. then a fourth. then a fifth. then-- well. she gets the idea]

[...gently reaches to take her arm after the fifth tomato??]

Maybe this isn't going to work out.

[nooooooo]

Perhaps throwing tomatoes just isn't my preferred method of stress relief.

You could always go get hammered.

[natalie stop]

. . . hammered?

Why would I want someone to strike me with a hammer?

[MILLA NO]

[it takes her a moment, but she laughs]

No, like - drunk. I meant drunk, hammered means drunk.

Oh!

[well, she knows what drunk means, at least]

It does? I fail to see any connection between those two words.

[and human colloquialisms continue to confuse her]

[she pauses for a moment]

It's... actually, I don't know how that term happened, but I can guess. You ever had a hangover?

[she. has to think about that]

No, I can't say that I have. I know I have very little tolerance for alcohol, though I do enjoy consuming porange wine. It makes my legs feel like jelly and my head spin, which can sometimes be a pleasant sensation.

[only sometimes, because sometimes being drunk is not fun]

...What's porange? Is that, like, a specific vineyard or what?

[A small laugh.]

But, yeah, that's kind of the point of alcohol.

Porange wine is made from poranges.

[like. it's the most obvious thing in the world]

It's very sweet, and works well as a dessert wine. It pairs well with apple or other fruit-based desserts due to the spice component they usually possess.

[after a few moments:]

You realize I have no idea what a porange is, right?

[oh. right]

It's a type of fruit on my world. It's. . . difficult to describe, though someone once asked me if it was a cross between a pear and an orange.

I said no, because a porange is a type of fruit in and of itself.

Huh. Are they really common where you're from?

[a beat]

Actually, where are you from? Somehow I've never asked.

They're grown outside the village of Hamil, in the country Auj Oule. As far as I know, that's the only place you can find them.

[she smiles a bit as she remembers the things she's fond of back home]

I'm from a world called Rieze Maxia, although said world has been recently reunited with the one called Elympios. [LONG STORY] And you?

Pretty rare, then. Huh.

[A tilt of her head.]

It's called Earth. I'm from a state called Washington in a country called the United States. [But more importantly...] When you say reunited, what do you mean?

Earth. Washington. The United States.

[all foreign words, but she likes the way they sound on her tongue]

And by reunited, I mean that Rieze Maxia and Elympios used to be the same world. Two millennia ago, they were separated by a barrier of mana known as the "Schism." My comrades and I only recently destroyed the Schism to reunite the two worlds as one again.

[A pause, because she suddenly has roughly 100 questions.]

...Did someone separate them? Can I ask why?

. . . it's a long story. But the short of it is yes, they were separated by my predecessor. The Lord of Spirits that existed before me.

He did so in order to protect Rieze Maxia from technology known as Spryix that those from Elympios had begun to develop.

And... You undid it? Or helped to, at least.

[The question she's asking might not be explicit, but it's hinted at all the same.]

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