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Characters: Iceland (cashnotash ) and you.
Location: Around the Shopping District; near Death By Pastry or near the Northern Lights would work, too!
Rating: Should be G unless anyone's acting up.
Time: November 14; Lunchtime/afternoon-ish
Description: It's a boring Sunday and Iceland is going out for lunch. Hopefully something (or someone) interesting would alleviate the boredom.


[ It's just another day in Death City for Iceland. Morning comes, he skipped training because he still doesn't feel like it, he tried to avoid thinking anything that's related to his partner, he had breakfast with Alice, the usual. There's nothing of significance except that he felt bored, more so than usual. Perhaps it's because he's been trapped here for three months now, or perhaps it's because he doesn't really have anything to do ever since BREW decided to make him partnerless. Well, he doesn't really have anything to do either aside from going to class and work when Nura was still with him, but at least he could go on a mission anytime. He's been considering trying to resonate with someone else just for the sake of going on a mission and get out of the city for a while, but decided against it in the end (as usual). He's not ready to replace his lost partner yet, it's still too soon.

Well, you know what? Screw everything. It's Sunday, there's no work or class, and he's going out for lunch. Normally, he'd take Alice with him, but right now, he's in the mood for going solo. Even crushes are no exception when it comes to precious alone time. That's how he ended up strolling in the Shopping District, with either the Northern Lights or Death By Pastry in mind, secretly hoping that something interesting would happen. Or even someone, for that matter. ]


[[ooc; either action or prose works. please state the location in the subject line! tags will most likely come in the morning or WHEN I AM AWAKE because I need to sleep now, hnnnngh. ]]

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OUTSIDE OF DBP;

[celestialistic.livejournal.com]

Ah, I’m sorry I wasn’t watching where I was goi-


I-Iceland!?!

[cashnotash.livejournal.com]

[ Death City paled in comparison to his cities, too, for sure, especially his capital. Most people would disagree, mostly because he's not an extravagant nation, but that's exactly why he preferred his own capital - there is nothing unnecessary nor over-the-top about it. According to him, there is a lot of unnecessary and overrated things in Death City, most notably the theme. But he guessed that they can't help it, their (ex) leader was a Death God, after all. At least, they could have tone it down and make it less tacky. He felt like he doesn't have a say in this, though, given the fact that he's only a guest. Besides, Death City is a desert city and he know shit about desert cities. Still, he'd gladly redesign the city if they ever asked him to. Not that his designing skills are anywhere as remarkable as Sweden.

When Lucy bumped into him, the platinum blond was busy taking in his surroundings. Specifically, trying to find anything that caught his interest. The sudden collision startle him, however, and he instinctively fix his gaze to the culprit. He was about to greet her, but she apologised first, not realising that it's him. Thankfully, it dawned on her a second later. ]

Having fun?

[ He was being his usual sarcastic self, yep. And they've been running into each other a lot lately, indeed. Not that it's a bad thing, he doesn't have any ill thought about her. ]

[celestialistic.livejournal.com]

I guess so. I’m more or less just keeping my hands busy, though.

How about you, having fun or planning on having fun?

[cashnotash.livejournal.com]

[ To sum it up effectively, Iceland's thoughts of Death City: not impressed. Even after three months, he's still not impressed. If anything, he...had developed a certain disdain to it. It's something he disliked but he had to deal with everyday. Much like the boring meetings and the annoying people he had to encounter on an almost daily basis back home (read: Denmark). He doesn't want to think about Denmark, though, said Nation had just left a while ago. It seems like BREW sent everyone else home eventually, everyone but him. It's a miserable thought. ]

Same here. [ Shrugs. ] The latter, I guess. Though, it's not really accurate because I'm planning on getting some food to feed the monster inside my stomach and we can't call that fun, can we?

[ Granted, lunch could be fun, but lunch equals routine to Iceland, and routine equals boredom. ]

[holy-prankster.livejournal.com]

[Sohki had just come out of Death By Pastry. Genro (http://www.elledesigns.com/mojo800.jpg) had been patiently waiting for him outside, and after rejoining his 'seeing-eye' dog, the pair began making their way back to the communal.

The fact that his companion was a canine didn't stop Sohki from happily chattering away either.]

I think that we've got enough for today, don't you think?

[There was a few small half-barks in return to his words before the kirin shook his head.]

Now now, you know that pastries aren't good for you, Genro.

[cashnotash.livejournal.com]

[ Although it's already lunchtime, Iceland still doesn't feel very hungry. Besides, he'd just remembered that the Northern Lights is not open for business today, there's that Girls Night Out. Since there's a "night" in the name, it supposedly starts after dark, but it's likely that Rise needs time to decorate and prepare everything. He'd lend a hand, but he's not sure if it's allowed, what's with he's not of the female gender. That's why he immediately change his direction; heading towards Death By Pastry instead of the Northern Lights. He can always eat proper meal later.

There's someone quite familiar that caught the Nation's attention, however, and said person has just exited Death By Pastry with his dog. He still wasn't impressed with the incident that happened a while ago, but he doesn't have any ill thought about Sohki. Perhaps the person in question could provide him with an interesting conversation, anyway. He made his way towards the kirin, stopping at a fair distance and stared awkwardly at him for a few moments before actually saying something. ]

Nice dog.

[ Clearly, that's a very good conversation starter. ]

[holy-prankster.livejournal.com]

[The scent on the air allows for Sohki to know who is approaching, and it's knowledge that's only confirmed as he sights the familiar soul. There's a smile on his face, and the dog at his side seems to peer at Iceland curiously.]

Why thank you, Iceland-kun~

It's rare that I see you out. I do hope that things are treating you well.

[cashnotash.livejournal.com]

[ Oh, well, he's going to peer curiously at Genro in return before shifting his gaze back to its owner. Actually, he wanted to pet it, but he's not sure if Sohki was okay with that. ]

You're welcome. [ It makes him wonder if he should get a dog, too. But then again, he's not good with them. Perhaps he'd give one to Alice as a gift. If she liked dogs, of course. ] I guess it's because I've been busy with work lately. Or we simply just never stumbled upon each other, somehow.

[ Shrugs. ]

I hope that things are treating you well, too. [ A beat. ] What's up?

[Outside DBP]

[grigoriwings.livejournal.com]

[It might not be apparent from the outset, but Maka definitely has a sweet tooth. On the rare occasion that she goes shopping without Soul, she almost always stops by Death by Pastry for something sweet, even if she never fails to grab extras for herself later and for her partner.

Today, she's leaving with a small box of chocolate eclairs. She glances up and sees Iceland nearby, her eyebrows raising in recognition before she grins and heads over. She hasn't seen him in awhile.]

Hey, Iceland.

[cashnotash.livejournal.com]

[ Well, Iceland definitely has a sweet tooth, as well, but like Maka, it's not obvious. It's not like he wanted anyone to know that he has a sweet tooth, anyway, though someone observant can probably tell from his behaviour. Specifically, how he goes to Death By Pastry almost everyday. He couldn't live without coffee, either, so he hangs out at DeathBucks often. Addictions: Iceland has it.

He was making his way towards Death By Pastry when he spotted Maka. He hasn't seen her in a while, either, ever since BREW sent his partner home. Which means that it's a good thing, especially since he's feeling oddly social today. Somewhat. Probably because he was bored and has nothing better to do. He waved at her and stopped on his tracks, waiting for her to approach him. ]

Hey. [ Once she's within range. ] What's up?

[grigoriwings.livejournal.com]

[Her expression perks up as he waves, and she picks up the pace a bit as she jogs over, the box of pasties under one arm.]

Not too much, just picking up some desert for dinner tonight.

[That is, if she can keep her and Soul from eating all of them before she even finishes cooking.]

How are you?

[cashnotash.livejournal.com]

[ Don't mind him, he's just going to eye the box of pastries she was carrying and silently wondering what's inside it. Well, Maka, you had successfully tickles his inner pastry monster. ]

Oh. I see. Maybe I should do the same. [ But he also want some for now. What do. ] I'm fine, thanks. [ Only bored, and still a bit emo thanks to Nura's departure. ] How about you?

[impartialsky.livejournal.com]

[Zeus had escaped the watchful eyes of his supposed guardian that morning, and also shed the sling he'd been appointed to wear since his shoulder had been injured. He was sure, still, that he felt phantom pain there still- but it could have been a memory. An experience he'd never had before and therefore kept going back to.

Either way, he'd found himself wandering the streets, barefoot and wrapped in a sheet, once more. Feathers floated lazily against his back, dragging carelessly along the ground as he made his way through the streets. That bizarre sensation he'd discovered was 'hunger' had found it's way into his stomach again, and though he was still getting used to it, he was out hunting for something to satisfy the craving.

It was on his wanderings that he spotted Iceland, the boy from before, he remembered him from that congregation. Noting that he was alone, and having no other destination in mind, he mutely made his way toward the country.]

[cashnotash.livejournal.com]

[ Iceland was strolling rather aimlessly since he still haven't decided where he wanted to have lunch yet. He's not very hungry yet, anyway, so he's in no hurry. The Shopping District is something he'd gotten acquainted with (as with almost every part of Death City and Shibusen), and he found himself regarding everything he encountered there with quiet disinterest. Boring. Nothing caught his attention, and it almost drive him insane. Now he understand why bored people do crazy things; he kind of want to do crazy things too, if only he doesn't remember the consequences.

He sighed and was about to find somewhere to sit down and creep on people do some people-watching (he rather regretted his decision of not carrying his sketchbook), but he noticed that someone familiar was making his way towards him. It's that mute but interesting guy he met during training some time back. Oh, he's going to alleviate the country's boredom, for sure. After all, he had loads of questions about him. Zeus has left him puzzled and what did Iceland do when he encountered puzzles? He tried to solve them. He kind of had a feeling that this one wasn't easy to solve, though.

He stopped on his tracks and waited for the other to reach him; gaze fixed on the god's sky blue eyes. ]

[impartialsky.livejournal.com]

[the steady hold of his gaze might have been surprising had Zeus not encountered this man before, and witnessed this behaviour once prior. he drifted close, a comfortable distance away (something he was learning by watching, what was 'safe' for a mortal) and inclined his head.

hello, he didn't say, but there was a slight lift in the corner of his mouth. not quite a smile, but enough to clear his expression from the careless impassiveness he normally showed.]

[cashnotash.livejournal.com]

[ Well, Iceland was definitely thankful that he didn't violate his personal bubble. He's the kind of person who values his personal space very much, in case it wasn't obvious already. The silver-haired country watched the other silently, returning the silence with silence and the inclination of the king of god's head with more staring. But yes, he did notice the change in Zeus's expression, and his own expression shifted as well; softened, his stance less guarded, more casual - the kind of demeanour he exhibits around people he know. ]

Having fun?

[ Of course, he know that he wouldn't get a verbal answer. He's not expecting one, anyway. It's just that, as content with silence as one can be, he still need some noise and sometimes conversation. It's strange being the only one talking, since normally, he was the one who's quiet. But he can learn to roll with it if he have to. ]

[sundere.livejournal.com]

[Apollo could walk around fine now without being assaulted by dizziness or soreness of any sort. He knew how to wash up (that first time didn't count), and after having done so, he decided to take a walk. Staying inside was getting boring and his muscles were getting weak from lack of usage. He steps outside after having dressed appropriately (he hated them, but it was better than getting sick again), and his feet lead him to the shops that displayed many things that were supposedly required to live.

He snorts, wondering at the high-maintenance and how needy these mortals were.

And his hair kept getting in the way. How annoying.

He was distracted by the task of trying to keep his hair back that he almost didn't see someone in front of him, but stopped in time before he could crash into their back.

He sighs in slight frustration.]

[cashnotash.livejournal.com]

[ Boredom is indeed the newest trend in Death City. Among the guests, specifically. Being someone who travels a lot (at least in recent decades), Iceland couldn't stand being trapped in a place for an extended period of time. Especially in a place like Death City. Not that it's not hospitable, but he just...doesn't like it. He had developed a certain disdain for it, actually. Unfortunately, it seems like BREW wasn't planning to send him home anytime soon, which means he had to deal with it for a long time. Hopefully not as long as his paranoid thoughts told him, though.

The platinum blond was still trying to determine his destination; all while taking in his surroundings and trying to find anything that caught his attention when he heard someone sighs behind him. Normally he wouldn't even bat an eyelash, but boredom makes you do crazy things. In his case, it's turning around and asked a stranger what's wrong. Which is what he's doing now. ]

Something's wrong?

[ Hopefully you don't mind being scrutinised, Apollo. He did that to (almost) everyone, actually. ]

[sundere.livejournal.com]

[Well, yes. His long, long hair which is making him look more like a girl than usual needs tying amongst other things, but that was his matter to take care of.

He ignores the question, stands straight though it isn't very effective with the slightly large coat, and counters with one of his own.]

Find something interesting?

[Outside Northern Lights]

[call-me-h0ney.livejournal.com]

Brock was just exiting Northern Lights. As he was leaving, he almost hit someone with the restaurant door.

"Oh, I'm so sorry! Are you okay?" he exclaimed in concern, looking the silver-haired boy over.

[cashnotash.livejournal.com]

Iceland was heading towards the Northern Lights after his short visit at Death By Pastry. Actually, he doesn't really know what he's doing, since he'd just chomped on some delicious pastries and he's not really hungry, not yet (those pastries aren't helping at all; they only served to make him even less hungry, of course), but he's just going where his feet is taking him, he supposed. Though, it's pretty much pointless since he remembered that today was Girls' Night Out and, even though the name suggests that it'd happen tonight, Rise has probably starts decorating and setting the place up and junk. He's thinking about lending a hand, but in the end, decided against it because: a) he's not sure if she's going to accept it, what's with him being not of the female gender and all, and b) it's Sunday and it's his day-off.

But before he could turn around and headed somewhere else, his feet had already taken him to the familiar building, and he was about to open the door (hoping that perhaps he was wrong and Rise haven't starts decorating yet) when Brock walks out from the restaurant, almost hitting him with the door. The Nordic immediately stopped and stares at the culprit in a 'the hell you think you're doing" way.

"I'm fine." The door haven't crushed my face yet, he thought sarcastically, but decided to play nice since hey, everyone makes mistakes, right? Besides, this guy apologises, and there's really no reason to beat him up verbally. "And it's okay, I guess, it was an accident." He shrugs, expression returning to impassive mode.

[call-me-h0ney.livejournal.com]

Brock noticed the less-than-impressed look that was given to him by the other man, and gave him a sheepish smile. "Ahh, sorry again about that. I guess I wasn't watching where I was going." Looking at the other man, Brock realised he'd probably seen him around Shibusen, but they'd never really talked.

"My name's Brock. I don't think we've met before?" he introduced himself, extending a hand in greeting.

Just by Northern Lights.

[unrequitedtruth.livejournal.com]

[Shirley had been on her way home from work. It hadn't been a bad morning, but certainly a long one with all the recent criminal activity. The more of that meant the more paperwork she would be sorting through. She didn't mind her job, since she earned money- met people, stayed active, but sometimes it was a bit monotonous. She was about to head down to the door of Northern lights when she spotted a familiar face. Stashing her key without a second glance she ran over to Iceland with a bright smile and a wave]

Eirikur!!!

[cashnotash.livejournal.com]

[ Iceland doesn't mind his job either, and it requires less physical activity than it was when he was still a waiter (which is good because he's not really a big fan of physical activities), but it's still boring sometimes. As with everything else. If boredom could kill, he'd be dead by now. In any case, it's his day off, and he's trying his best to enjoy his day and remain in the sunny side of life. Although it wouldn't last long if he didn't stumble upon anything interesting. Not really, since there's Alice, but still.

Ironically, he's heading towards the Northern Lights after stopping by at Death By Pastry. Actually, he doesn't really know what he's doing since he's not hungry yet (the pastries only serves to make him less hungry) and there's the Girls' Night Out (Rise has probably starts decorating), but he found himself standing not far from the familiar building. The somewhat-familiar voice, however, stopped him on his tracks. ]

Oh. [ Turned around. ] Hey, Shirley.

[unrequitedtruth.livejournal.com]

[Shirley rushed up with great enthusiasm. Her smile was bright despite everything.]

How have you been?

[She had missed seeing faces around, it seemed like everyone had become busy with all the recent invasions and activity. Shirley was happy to see he was doing well physically, at least he appeared to be]