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special_rabbit) wrote2017-10-28 01:32 pm
special_rabbit) wrote2017-10-28 01:32 pm
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63 Serendipity Place; Saturday Afternoon [10/28].
All in all, Amaya was feeling like she'd really done a great job fixing up the place that the Merchant's "unicorns" had pretty much destroyed to the best of their abilities; it was habitable now, for one thing, and you could barely even smell the goat anymore! She'd built a little lean-to on the side to house the Crumbler. All the damage that had been done to the small lawn by the Merchant's cart was now gussied up and laid out in preparation for a beautiful little garden in the spring. It was pretty much perfect, really, just to her liking...
....and now she was going to have to go and ruin it.
There was no avoiding it. It was a decently sized house, really, and, when you got right down to brass tacks, the easiest way for Amaya to start earning some money to save up for a place for a forge was to rent out these perfectly fine rooms that were available in the house. Amaya had never had roommates before. Amaya would have never wanted roommates, but...desperate times called for desperate measures. How bad could it possibly be, anyway? If it meant she could start smithing again sooner, then it would all be worth it.
Right?
So, with a hand and heart as heavy as her hammer, she pounded into the ground a sign boldly declaring: ROOMS FOR RENT. Contact Amaya Blackstone, 555-AMYA.
Ugh. It hadn't even been in the ground for two seconds, and already, she wanted to take the Crumbler to it.
[[open to all potential roommates and passers-by alike!]]
....and now she was going to have to go and ruin it.
There was no avoiding it. It was a decently sized house, really, and, when you got right down to brass tacks, the easiest way for Amaya to start earning some money to save up for a place for a forge was to rent out these perfectly fine rooms that were available in the house. Amaya had never had roommates before. Amaya would have never wanted roommates, but...desperate times called for desperate measures. How bad could it possibly be, anyway? If it meant she could start smithing again sooner, then it would all be worth it.
Right?
So, with a hand and heart as heavy as her hammer, she pounded into the ground a sign boldly declaring: ROOMS FOR RENT. Contact Amaya Blackstone, 555-AMYA.
Ugh. It hadn't even been in the ground for two seconds, and already, she wanted to take the Crumbler to it.
[[open to all potential roommates and passers-by alike!]]
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He grinned. "If I see anyone needing a room, should I tell them, or not?" He hadn't missed that for someone putting out a sign, she didn't seem too enthusiastic.
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Come on, Amaya. You can do this. Do it for the forge. Do it for all the beautiful weapons you could be making here...
She cleared her throat, shook her head. "Y-yes, please. Thank you. That would be..." She clenched her teeth into what was supposed to be a smile but was much more of a grimace "...very helpful."
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