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[feistyvampire]

“Yeah, I definitely experienced that sort of nostalgia of missing foods. I tried to eat some of my old faves, but it doesn’t always agree with me or just plain tastes different then I remember.”

He still misses food, and at least occasionally eats small amounts of it but in the end it often leads to stomach upset if he goes overboard.

“I could try that, but I’m not sure. But I’m not really sure the blood bank here would spare enough blood for that kind of thing?” He’s no stranger to visiting a blood bank when he knows he’s in a pinch, himself, even if it’s not quite as satisfying as being able to bite a person.

“Er, oh, while I’m here though I did still want to buy some stuff. I try to keep stuff around for people who visit that do need to eat, is all. Any recommendations?” He doesn’t want to seem like he just came by to loiter without buying, but it was so easy to get wrapped up in conversation and forget his original goal.

"Hm.." Mizi fully turned his head to look at the stranger, wiping his hands off with a dish towel as he did so. "Back home, there were plenty. I knew enough of them that they complained to me about missing human food so...that was the start of it."

These memories were making him feel nostalgic.

"Heh, well, there's this recipe called black pudding that you can bake in a few ways. It's already made from animal blood mostly, so I just tried to replace the animal blood with human blood...but no one understood my vision.." Meaning, he couldn't get his hands on enough human blood to really test it out.

"I just know if I had enough human blood--" He paused, realizing how weird that might sound. "--ahem, sourced from blood banks of course.. I could make a black pudding fit for vampires!"

[rollerm0bster]

Biker’s been staring at the pastries in the glass case for at least five minutes now. He’s hungry- no, he’s starving, and he could really really go for some snacks, especially one of those doughnuts that looks handmade- god that sounds fantastic right about now. Problem is, this store is... owned and clearly closely watched by someone. The same someone that’s been eyeing Biker for at least two minutes now, probably wondering if he’s gonna buy something or keep drooling over the cookies for another hour.

Sheepishly, Biker pulls away, taking a few steps toward the counter. He’s seen people pay for stuff with- well, they call them phones, but they don’t look anything like a phone to him. These are like, weird bricks. He can barely turn it on, let alone pay for shit with it.

“Alright, I’ll be real with you. I have no fucking clue how to use this thing,” he says to the owner. “But those doughnuts look really good, and I’m about to die of hunger, so...”

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[mamadayo]

@bashfullygreen​

     Madara stood on the street, passing out pamphlets to a show that he’d be holding sometime later today, also on the street. The same street, in fact, but he needs people to attend or to look forward to him! 

     He has no sort of equipment, so he’s picked a quieter street, so that his voice (which is loud, even) can be heard over the bustle of the city life. He hands a pamphlet to someone, then turns to his right, handing out another one with a bright laugh. 

     “Hahaha! Will you come to seeee me today? I’ll be sure to sing to your heart’s content♪” 

[ryuujiin]

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“HEY WHAT’S UUUUUuuuuuuuuuu....” 

Ryuu quickly stops in his tracks. Shit, he fucked up. He could tell just by looking that this person wasn’t the type to enjoy the trademark Ryuu Akiyama fuckboy style.

Obviously, that was true of just about everyone to ever breathe, but Ryuu had enough social grace to understand that yelling probably wasn’t the best idea conversation wise.

“Sorry, I just got hyped up. You know how it is.” He tries for a gentler approach. “You a newcomer, too? ... Actually, I’m gonna guess no. Your eyes show endless wisdom.”

[fangsmyth]

coffee shops are usually crowded to a certain extent, sure, but they offer perfect white noise and inspiration for lanque to write. with so many clinks of spoons and mugs, paired with the idle chatter of patrons it’d be difficult to get too stuck in one’s head. it allows the pen to run free across the page, completely unhinged by--

ah! ...it appears someone has carelessly bumped into his table, spilling their drink all over lanque’s hard work! easily some of his best yet, and it has been completely lost to the wills of their beverage! the troll sniffles, wiping a tear from his eye and choking back a sob.

[terribletornado]

@bashfullygreen

Going about her day, Tatsumaki floated through the streets as she pleased. She could only do so for a limited time, so she did try to make the best use of it (even if it was frustrating). In doing so, the sound of yelling caught her attention. Usually, she would ignore commotion of pedestrians, but this yelling was quite close.

Floating over, Tatsumaki hovered above an alley from which the noise was originating. As she had initially expected, the yelling was no simple thing; rather, it was clearly the scene of a crime. A mugging to be exact. Tatsumaki was familiar with such a low-level crime, but she rarely dealt with them herself. Such a thing was left to lower rank heroes, but... 

Sighing, Tatsumaki moved down to the shouting man demanding things of the other (who looked frightfully pale, Tatsumaki noted). She stopped just a few feet off the ground, still higher than the mugger, and glared down at him.

“Just what do you think you’re doing?” 

Her sudden appearance and words clearly startled the criminal, but Tatsumaki would show no mercy. Even if she had little access to her own abilities, she was still a hero.

[paaperboats]

[ ... is. Is that a.. is that actually--? ]

Red stared out from behind the bushes of the forest which surrounds them, blue eyes peeking to see what both she and the Transistor were both currently gaping at. Before them stood what appeared to be a dinosaur; real, moving, breathing. Alive. Even though this place made so many impossible things happen.. the woman never thought she’d ever see something like this.

It was kind of amazing, despite it also being a little terrifying-- but for the moment she didn’t quite mind that she had been pulled away from her peaceful vacation on Nommin Isle. It was happy to just be eating some leaves off of a nearby tree, so it must not have been very dangerous..

.. yet, when a stranger suddenly starts to walk out into the open, Red’s inclined to suddenly stop them; taking hold of the sleeve of their shit.

[ Hey! Hey. Watch where you’re going. ] the Transistor warned, his voice hushed and cautious. Red motioned for the person to crouch next to her with a nod of her head.

[ Didn’t you see the dinosaur over there?? Hard to believe, I know, but. I think it’s real. .. it’s gotta be, right? Anyway, be careful! Who knows what it’ll do if it sees you. ]

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[gunchucks]

         sun has to admit that he was pretty excited about today. because today, he was going to have his dreams fulfilled, made into a tangible object for him to devour. today was the day sun wukong was getting his own banana pizza. not the one that he and blake so obviously failed on but... one created by someone that knew what they were doing. that’s what mizi said right...? that he’d make anything as long as it was pizza week? and he hopes he didn’t get the date wrong or anything -- as he had the tendency to do so. either way, he easily makes his way into the bakery, confidence reeking from every crevice, his pearly whites blinding all those who even slightly glances in his direction.

         ❛ one banana pizza -- stuffed banana crust with extra banana left and pepperoni right please! ❜ // @bashfullygreen​ ♥’d sc

[nooklisms]

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{ 🍃 }  — Oh, his old bones can’t keep up with the rushing about like he used to. Tom missed his golf clubs, missed sitting back and relaxing between menial paperwork. The plans for a tropical island getaway may have burnt to cinders, but he couldn’t help but dream for the ashes. In the meantime, there were parks for when his muscles ached from the lack of exercise. They would have to do.

“Are you here to feed them too?” He asks a passing fellow as he breaks a few crumbs off a leftover sandwich. Gingerly, he throws them down to the pond, and watches the ducks squabble for the food. “Hard work is important, but a break is good too, yes, yes. Very important.”

[1upbcy]

❝Excuse me...?❞  Mario’s head poked into the bakery, followed by the rest of his body in a mere moment. Hands held in front of him, the man awkwardly shuffles forward ( There wasn’t a line? Surprising... ). 

❝Pardon me, but how do I get money here? I’m-a hungry-❞  Right on cue, a low rumbling could be heard. Probably his stomach? There goes Mario, turning almost as red as his shirt. He somehow manages to keep his eye contact with the bakery’s owner, though he could not stress how much he wanted to cast his gaze down.  ❝ ...But as far as I know... Shops here don’t accept coins.❞  

And even if they did, it’s not like I have any to give...? Did they take my home’s currency away from me when they basically kidnapped me?

❝I-I’m-a sorry to bother you,❞ Mario continues, removing one of his hands from his fig leaf position to rub the back of his beck.   ❝If you’re-a busy, please don’t mind me! My name’s Mario and well, you probably know I’m a new face around here.❞

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[rockstarprosecutor]

@bashfullygreen​

“Hm, there’s a lot of songs here I don’t know.” He’s scrolling through the song options for a karaoke place in Cotes-- it isn’t surprising, given that a lot of the songs probably come from other worlds. He turns from the screen, addressing the other person making their selection.

“What kind of song are you going to do?”

[amerhauser]

Always in foreign territory, there was the menu that Mizi offered for her, knowing that being a survivor has a ravaging appetite. Beatrix forgot what she had said earlier as the other told to take her time and she will due to unfamiliarity of language and its heaviest barrier that offered.

Seems that he was looking for a translator app, like others do.

"Ich nehme das hier..." Pointed at a tuna sandwich. "Und etwas Cola. Das ist alles." And everyone's favorite beverage after a meal.

She was aware that they don't serve German or Japanese meals, so gotta pick what's available.

@amerhauser

"Er...sorry? Could you say that again?" Mizi was trying his best to accommodate this girl because of the language barrier between them. However, the language also sounded familiar to his ears.

"You can just point to the menu and tell me what you want..." He tapped on the menu, which was taped to the glass counter. "It's alright, take your time. ...Um..I’m gonna just….check something." He grabbed his phone from his back pocket, then he began to quickly search around for some kind of translator app.

[wisdomgained]

❝Are you alright...? You appear stressed, if I may. Is there anything I can do to help you out?❞

Zelda, being the kind person she was, seemed to notice other people’s body and facial movements quite well. A simple passerby, Zelda had noticed and she had stopped to show sympathy and hopefully offer some charity. The individual, ( to her at least ) seemed like he had seen better days, and naturally... Zelda didn’t like seeing people upset. Ever since her childhood, she had always acted for the greater good. Amicability was just in her blood at this point, and she knew the feeling all too well, being alone and needing company -- friends, to help when she was feeling down.

 A small, kind smile is seen on her face as the hyrulean princess waits. 

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[wovensentinel]

Hornet's never heard of a bakery, much less been inside one. But she notices the food in the window and her stomach growls on instinct. Right... she hasn't eaten since she arrived here, has she? While she doesn't need to eat nearly as often as a human might, three weeks is sort of pushing it. She might have ignored it under other circumstances, but... she can't help but linger on the displays inside. Almost against her will, she wanders inside, drifting over to the displays in the glass case next to the counter.

She ignores the human's greeting, instead staring at the food. All of this is foreign to her... Back in Hallownest she'd eaten mostly plant-based food, vegetables and fruits and such. She isn't sure what these new, fluffier foods might taste like. Some are even decorated with bright colors...

Once she's spoken to again, she looks up at him finally.

"Could you... tell me what this is?" She asks, pointing to a cupcake.

@wovensentinel​

While it was nearly closing time, Mizi still didn’t have an issue serving those who would come in. He allowed his employees to leave once their the designated working hours were over, but he wouldn’t clock out until each customer was taken care of and each table was wiped down. 

And so when Hornet entered the bakery, that’s what he was doing. Wiping down tables and cleaning up trash left over by previous customers. He glanced up and greeted the stranger with a smile. “Hi there, welcome! If you’d like to order something, I’ll be right with you.” ‘Huh, they kind of look like..Pale King..’ Well, that was none of his business. 

After rushing through the last table, he briskly walked behind the counter and glanced down at Hornet with another smile on his face. “It’s almost closing time, so there are some things we’re nearly out of, but just tell me what you’d like and I’ll see what I can do!”

[feistyvampire]

“Oh, yep— do you know many other vampires?” He’s only asking out of curiosity, since the other doesn’t seem overly phased by his being here. He gives a glance up then, expression thoughtful briefly before another question tumbles out: “Did you try to bake with blood or something? I had people suggest that, but it really doesn’t work as well. I feel like a decent recipe isn’t something that I should mess with.”

@feistyvampire

"Hmm....a vampire huh.." Mizi peered over at the would-be patron from the corner of his eye. "Funnily enough, back home, I started working on recipes that were meant for vampires. I mean...I tried at least. They mostly uh, failed.." Vampires couldn't normally eat food, so Mizi didn't really know why this one had decided to drop in for a chat.