The mask of the Queen of Pentacles

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[Liz has recently regained her coin purse and has decided that perhaps now is the time to make use of it]

Phone:  Drone Filter

"Many of you have mentioned a listless dislike of this place...  Existing in a state of readiness yet with nothing to do.  The town however has returned to me one of my articles of office, and now I offer something to you all...  I have tasks...  Endeavors..  Quests...  Whatever you call them, were it that you feel the need to expand your horizons, I have them...  As well as suitable reward.  Please, feel free to call and we may band together to face the darkness of inaction."

Action 1:  Around town

[You may notice Elizabeth shopping today, clothes, various odds and ends and food, dear goodness is she buying a lot of food, all the money is coming from a bulging coin purse that seems to have far more nickles in it than there should be space.]

Action 2:  The tavern

[Liz has asked (see bribed) a drone to drop off a box at the bar with a bright red bow to a Mr. Chulainn having inside it one pair of cowboy boots and one white cape, she then sits down in a booth near the door to watch]

Comments

[bitemescumbag.livejournal.com]

Yeah... I could mess his fa- oh wait, no face. Him up, and pull the dog away for a few days, but that'd go against the spirit of things I guess?

Not too surprising there's no graveyard, though. Who stays dead here?

[elevatoravatar.livejournal.com]

"Perhaps, but many have lost those and wish to honor them. As for the dog, there will be others to take that quest."

[bitemescumbag.livejournal.com]

Guess you've got a point... dunno 'bout an artisan, but I can get the stuff to make it pretty easy.

Say, how would we even make a memorial to the people who've gone away, anyway?

[elevatoravatar.livejournal.com]

"Perhaps someone of the church would know that..."

[bitemescumbag.livejournal.com]

Hn. Well, 'at's a start anyway. I think I know someone who might have a few ideas... worst comes to worst I'll just ask whoever's at the church, I guess.

You alright with the cement and, uh, "artisan", separate? Or ya prefer both at once?

[elevatoravatar.livejournal.com]

"The cement is fine."

[bitemescumbag.livejournal.com]

A'ight. I'll keep an eye out for someone with knowhow, too... where ya gonna want the cement delivered?

[elevatoravatar.livejournal.com]

"My home please.. 1128 Taylor Road."

[bitemescumbag.livejournal.com]

Alright.

[There's a long pause, and a realization.]

Hey. Who are you anyway...?

[elevatoravatar.livejournal.com]

"I am Elizabeth."

[bitemescumbag.livejournal.com]

Gotcha, Liz. I'll try to get your stuff to ya all timely-like.

[elevatoravatar.livejournal.com]

"I shall await the completion of your task then."