002; Text

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[A mass text is sent around to everyone, declaring a Last Will and Testament:

Dear citizens,
This is Lord Lampo. Recently I have come down with the plague and lay dying as I write this.

I haven't been able to write a full will thing, so this will have to do.

To Ugetsu I leave my shield. You can use it as a replacement wok.

To Usagi I leave my wardrobe of pretty dresses, as I'm sure you'll look ten hundred times more stunning in them then even I would.

To Kesley I leave a reminder that you owe me pants, and some candies.

To Madoka Amano I leave the rest of my candy and a warning that a pretty girl like you should stay away from bad men like G. You can do so much better.

To Primo and the rest of the beautiful young ladies of this place, I leave my heart, because all of yours' will surely be broken upon my passing.

To G I leave nothing. You lose. Good day sir.

And as my last dying wish, I request all the ladies wear something sexy to my funeral.

[Lampo actually only has a little cold, but he just has to be overdramatic about it.]

((OOC: In case you can't read it, here's what the text says:
Dear citizens,
This is Lord Lampo. Recently I have come down with the plague and lay dying as I write this.
I haven't been able to write a full will thing, so this will have to do.
To Ugetsu I leave my shield. You can use it as a replacement wok.
To Usagi I leave my wardrobe of pretty dresses, as I'm sure she'll look ten hundred times more stunning in them then even I would.
To Kesley I leave a reminder that you owe me pants, and some candies.
To Madoka Amano i leave the rest of my candy and a warning that a pretty girl like you should
stay away from bad men like G. You can do so much better.
To Primo and the rest of the beautiful young ladies of this place, I leave my heart, because all of yours' will surely be broken upon my passing.
To G I leave nothing. You lose. Good day sir.
And as my last dying wish, I request all the ladies wear something sexy to my funeral.))

004 ⚜ Video ⚜ A new enterprise

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Allo, tout le monde~!

[Francis beams to everyone paying attention on their compacts. He seems to be standing against the wall of his room, if the dungeon motif behind him is any indication. And he also seems to be wearing not only modern-day clothing, but colorful clothing, not something which would be allowed by the town's tailor for such a dark figure as the Phantom.]

You must have noticed my fabulous clothes, non? Would you believe they are handmade by none other than myself? [He lets out a bit of a chuckle.] Oui, oui, shocking, I know. I have been experimenting quite a bit with what and what we cannot summon with our imaginations. It turns out, while you cannot summon your clothes from back home - because it will disappear as soon as it appears - you can obtain the fabric and thread and the like, and make your clothes from your world this way.

This is where I come in, Mesdames et Messieurs. I will offer my services as a remarkable tailor - and as long as you can provide me with enough of a description of what you'd like, so that I may draw it out for you, then I will make it for you! Of course, this cannot happen for free. All I want in return are some of those little gold coins we all were given on our arrival. One coin per hour of work, that is all that I ask! Of course, bigger things will take longer, and therefore it is justified, non?

Simply contact me if you are interested. We can talk about it individually, if you would like to know more.

[video] 01; first exploration

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[The video feed to Afonso's communicator cuts on with a noise of something being shifted around and banged; the sight of Afonso's fingers coming back from the top of the communicator as he attempts to fiddle with it come first, then his face, lips pursed as if he was skeptical. The parchment is clutched to his chest, and he looks down at it again for reassurance before speaking.]

Have I been kidnapped? Who in the world is Christian, for that matter? I do believe you have the wrong person; I am but a humble trader [Practiced kidnapping excuse] who was lost on his way through Dutch territory. I must assume this is Holanda's fault, or possibly Turquia's--although, should that be the case, I'd ask that he kindly show his cowardly Moorish face before I cut off his trading rights all together.

[His face slides into a grin for a second, then the brunette scoffs and pushes away from the mirror, grumbling something in Portuguese under his breath about 'ridiculous mirrors' and starts to fidget about the room, studying the various pieces of technology in the room with an expression not far off from awe on his face. The video feed remains on, and Afonso apparently doesn't have a clue. Honestly, the first chance he gets to get back on his ship with his own flag flying over his head, going to visit Brazil for the first time in God-knows-how-many long, horrifically Spanish years, and he's whisked right off of it. Where was his ship, for that matter? And his maps? ...And his things? ]