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Journal Post
Labirinto has reopened after unexpected damages. And to celebrate our reopening, Labirinto will be supplying goods for Halloween, for those of you who celebrate it. Candy, Outfits, and Props are all available to the discerning customer.

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Event Post
::Labirinto is full of Halloween supplies. Costumes, Ghost Story Books, Candy, Horror/Halloween themed DVDs and VHS, and various props. As well, the store front seems a bit more open and economic.

And perhaps you can talk to the store assistants. Which should be a lovely assistant, an annoying whore or the ditzy dress shop girl.::

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Order Post
::For those who find interest in http://www.labirinto-domino.co.jp/ You find the front page asking if you will allow them to check your browsing history or to enter into a survey so that they may maximize their ability to get you exactly what you want.

If you allow them to do so with either method, you will find yourself with items listed that you're interested in.::

(OOC: For those who want to do ordering, either list an item you would like or say you're go searching, I'll reply and go from there, and once you've confirmed purchase, an event post with Onee will occur to deliver your purchases.)

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*... This sounds familiar to him. His grin takes on an odd quality.*

Are you going to try to offer me something that would hurt or change my family, if they try to push me into growing upppp?

If you don't want that, we could work the other way around it, make people not give a damn?

See, you are trying!

*He puts down his shopping basket, and slips off a glove*

I don't like that, lady. It was kinda funny at first, but you're trying to do stuff that isn't nice!

Cute how you're trying to get yourself charged with assault by attacking a saleswoman.

You're trying to offer me bad things. "Make them not give a damn"? "Make it so they won't bully you"? "Make sure I can always live how I am now"?

If you touch me, you'll get shocked, bad lady~.

*... he's still managing to say all of this with the innocence of a child*

Now why would I touch you. ::Walks around you.:: And growing up is a bad thing to you. It's going to happen soon.

It'll happen in it's own time, bad lady! It don't matter if others want it.

It will matter.

It doesn't matter to me.

*Smile*

Heh. Whatever. ::She walks away.::

*... he stares after her for a while, before slipping on the glove, and picking up the shopping basket.

He feels very annoyed on the inside. Who does that girl think she is?*

Someone who knows they're right. ::That's Zumwalt talking.:: Hehehe...

*... he picks up Zumwalt, staring at it.*

They're not right. They're just trying to make me do stuff that's bad.

You're 19. Time's up. Can't be a kid anymore unless you use magic. ::It titters evilly at you as people stare.::

*He lowers his voice, putting the Zumwalt back into the basket*

I don't need to use magic for stuff like that.

::Some of the women whisper wondering what a kid is doing here and where your mommy is.::

Yes it is. You'll either be forced to grow up. Your family will start bitching you about it, or you'll get thrown in a asylum, like the rest of your crazy family deserves. Hehehe.

*He seems to ignore the women. He doesn't know them, doesn't care about them. He continues to speak in a whisper himself.*

I could just put you back, you know.

I know a pretty lady who will make sure I follow you. So. You're screwed, brat.

::One of the women comes over and taps you on the shoulder.:: Are you lost? Do you know where your mother is?

*He turns and smiles at the lady. His best smile!*

I'm not lost! I'm buying things, seeeee? *He holds up the basket*

I've been here a few times before, and it's really fun! Do you like it here, lady?

... Such a shame. I'll go call the police then, and tell them you've been left unattended... ::Pulls out a Cellphone.::

*his look turns cold at the lady*

Didn't you listen to me? I'm shopping, lady. I think someone who is nineteen doesn't need to be attended.

*he turns and heads for the counter, placing down his basket*

... ::She backs off... but you hear the women talking about a 19 year old acting like a little kid. And collecting figurines? His mother must of raised him as an Otaku, shameful. Shameful.::

Hello sir, come again?

*Puts back on the smile, but it's strained, as the owner speaks.*

Yeah! Just check me out, okay? *Because I really don't want to be in here any longer!*

Alright.

::Scans everything. Gives a high number and puts the receipt in front of you.::

*He takes out a debit card and hands it over, signing the receipt*

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