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Characters: Yorda and You!
Date: Throughout March
Location: Various places in Keeliai and on the turtle
Situation: March Catch-all!
Warnings/Rating: None for the time being.

A - Sing Nonomori

Yorda had fallen in love with music. She had never known anything quite so wonderful in her life (though granted, you could fill an entire library of things normal teenage girls knew that Yorda had zero concept of), and every time there was a performer in the streets, she'd listen to their songs utterly enraptured.

1-She had soon learned that giving these performers money or food was customary, and she'd taken that to heart. She didn't need to eat. There had been no food in the castle - and certainly nothing as wonderful as pastries or bread or the strange wriggly things the food vendors sold (sea prunes had become her favourite dish). It made sense to Yorda that the performers would want something in return for their work, and so she set about trying to find as much money as she could.

The thing was, Yorda had a knack for finding things. She was better than a bloodhound in some respects - once she set her mind to something, there wasn't much use dissuading her. She could be found around the city, rummaging in drains, bins or various other locales for lost coins. More often than not, she was in the way. But she'd also acquired quite a tidy sum.

2-Yorda had grown so enamoured with music that she had wanted to try singing for herself. She found herself an empty alleyway that she could have all to herself to whittle away the hours practicing. She had a reedy, thin voice. It was the kind of voice that had never shouted or made any sound more impassioned than a small exclamation of surprise. As she tried to sound out the words, her voice cracked and broke like spun glass hitting concrete. Eventually she clamped her jaws shut, her brow knit in frustration.

She was doing something wrong, she knew. But what? How did the street singers make such melodious sounds when all Yorda could manage was something somewhat less awful than a cat sliding down a chalkboard?

B- The Root of all Evil

Yorda never had money before. She didn't even know what it was until she came to Keeliai.

Now she had a jingling bag of coins, and for the first time in her life, she was faced with a real conflict of interest.

The dress was a pale yellow and had a tasteful and subtle pattern of birds and flowers embroidered along the skirt and sleeves. Yorda's face was pressed against the glass. She knew the right thing to do was to give the money to the musicians. But she also wondered if she shouldn't save some of it for herself to buy something other than the thin white dress she'd arrived in.

It wasn't like she needed it, nor could she afford it at this second - but for the first time in her life, she wanted a possession to call her very own.

Eventually the store owner had to shoo her off, though she looked back longingly at the display, hugging her bag of juulan just a little tighter.

Threaded | Flat

Adrien's still finding his feet on the turtle. It's strange, getting used to the complete freedom he has here, to not be followed by photographers or reporters. It's nice. He'd been enjoying a walk when he comes across Yorda staring at the display. He smiles, walking over to her.

"Hey, Yorda. Everything okay?"

Bakura had been passing the alleyway on his way back from one of the local food markets, bag under one arm, when he caught sight of the girl rummaging through a trash bin. The plain white dress, markedly different from the kedan's normal clothing, marked her as likely a Foreigner.

Why would she be scavenging like that? If she was new, the Welcome Center should have taken care of her. If she wasn't, surely someone would have taken her in by now (he was fairly certain she couldn't have been here long; he had a good memory for people).

"What are you doing?"

He hadn't actually met Yorda properly. Not as himself, or at least not that she would recognize. Still, Erskine had liked the girl during their previous conversation--so when he came upon her while he was out in the city, heading from the Hotel toward the poorer parts of Keeliai whilst covered by his hooded jacket, Erskine's steps slowed as he approached. Surely it wouldn't do any harm to say hello? He could pass it off as 'Rue' having told him about her.

Instead of saying something right away he walked up beside her and stopped, peering into the window with a slight tilt of his head that anyone who'd ever met Skulduggery Pleasant would recognize. Finally he turned his face toward her just slightly, so that he could see her around the edge of his hood.

"Is it working yet?"

If there's one thing Pepper knows, it's clothes shopping. She can tell when someone else is on the hunt for attire, but it's fairly obvious that this young woman is entranced by the dress in the window, especially with her face pressed up to the glass.

When the shopkeeper chases her away, Pepper chases after her. Well, she walks quickly, but with Yorda as the destination.

"Hey! You look like you're shopping," she says as she approaches, waving. "Mind if I join you?"

My dear, that's truly a tragedy.

[Showing here: China Sorrows, demonstrating some semblance of compassion only when it comes to fashion.]

[She stops to look down at the girl, who really could use some better clothing, and then the dress in the window. It's fairly clear what's happening there.]

Surely you don't plan to just leave it at that?

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