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( The forge is unlit/the steel unrefined/still as derpy as ever. AU details within. )
[Morning - 768 Bunker - Housemates and Unexpected Visitors]
[Another day, another morning in the bizarre and slightly alarming town of Mayfield. Shirou didn't really quite understand a lot of events that happened when he thought about it. Apparently, some girl he knew in high school told him a lot of things at some point...Rin, was it? It seemed pretty important in his memory, but he never really thought much of her, even back then. A lot of things in his memory in Mayfield and what he knew of himself didn't add up...which was amazing considering how little time he had spent here.
Oh, well. He figured his 'wife' would be awake soon so he was busily putting together a breakfast for both The Handmaid [he really DID need to ask if she had a name that was easier to use in conversation] and himself. In an apron. While humming a jaunty tune to himself and looking unrionically at peace. Even though Mayfield was a pretty stressful place, something like his old hobby of cooking was very therapeutic for him. So the smell of some delicious omelets are floating around the house...and near the window for anyone passing by.]
[Afternoon - Main Street Barber Shop - Open]
Um...good as new! I think.
[Shirou really hated this job. He knew absolutely nothing about cutting, styling, or anything else involving hair. Him being such an abysmal failure at it might have explained why his hair whitened so early. Or if one needed less cosmic evidence for how much he sucked at being a barber, one only need look at recent drone customers. The lucky ones have a few misshapen hairdos. The truly horrific ones have nearly lost all of their hair with some messily-bandaged cuts here and there (he himself having applied said bandages), and some have somehow gained afros. Of course, drones being drones, they don't seem to mind.]
Oh thank you, Mr. Emiya! I look positively wonderful. [Quote the drone woman who's stereotypical 50s hair had been reduced to a boyish crew cut. Shirou would just laugh nervously and wave at her as she left with a plastic smile on her face.]
Ahahaha...sure. No problem. [He really wishes he was somewhere else right now. Approach him or the horrible abominations he has created?]
[Evening - Phone - Unfiltered]
Hey, uh...is it just me or have a lot of people been acting more strangely than lately? I mean, yeah, this place is pretty weird already with a lot of weird people...erm. I mean that in a good way. I think. But, yeah, is everything alright? This is a creepy and messed up town already. It doesn't do any of us good if we're restless, right?
[Morning - 768 Bunker - Housemates and Unexpected Visitors]
[Another day, another morning in the bizarre and slightly alarming town of Mayfield. Shirou didn't really quite understand a lot of events that happened when he thought about it. Apparently, some girl he knew in high school told him a lot of things at some point...Rin, was it? It seemed pretty important in his memory, but he never really thought much of her, even back then. A lot of things in his memory in Mayfield and what he knew of himself didn't add up...which was amazing considering how little time he had spent here.
Oh, well. He figured his 'wife' would be awake soon so he was busily putting together a breakfast for both The Handmaid [he really DID need to ask if she had a name that was easier to use in conversation] and himself. In an apron. While humming a jaunty tune to himself and looking unrionically at peace. Even though Mayfield was a pretty stressful place, something like his old hobby of cooking was very therapeutic for him. So the smell of some delicious omelets are floating around the house...and near the window for anyone passing by.]
[Afternoon - Main Street Barber Shop - Open]
Um...good as new! I think.
[Shirou really hated this job. He knew absolutely nothing about cutting, styling, or anything else involving hair. Him being such an abysmal failure at it might have explained why his hair whitened so early. Or if one needed less cosmic evidence for how much he sucked at being a barber, one only need look at recent drone customers. The lucky ones have a few misshapen hairdos. The truly horrific ones have nearly lost all of their hair with some messily-bandaged cuts here and there (he himself having applied said bandages), and some have somehow gained afros. Of course, drones being drones, they don't seem to mind.]
Oh thank you, Mr. Emiya! I look positively wonderful. [Quote the drone woman who's stereotypical 50s hair had been reduced to a boyish crew cut. Shirou would just laugh nervously and wave at her as she left with a plastic smile on her face.]
Ahahaha...sure. No problem. [He really wishes he was somewhere else right now. Approach him or the horrible abominations he has created?]
[Evening - Phone - Unfiltered]
Hey, uh...is it just me or have a lot of people been acting more strangely than lately? I mean, yeah, this place is pretty weird already with a lot of weird people...erm. I mean that in a good way. I think. But, yeah, is everything alright? This is a creepy and messed up town already. It doesn't do any of us good if we're restless, right?
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