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[Team Three] In Stock
A bit late, but here's some Twisted Wonderland Vil & Azul. G, 650 words
"Lucky for you, we have that IN STOCK! Mr. S's Mystery Shop, always here for your every need."
"Thanks, Sam," Vil said. "Could I have two bottles then? Mine keeps disappearing for some reason, and my skin doesn't appreciate running all over campus in this weather."
"Two bottles of Fairest of Them All toning serum, coming right up!" Sam said as he disappeared into the back of the shop.
Vil shifted from foot to foot as he waited. Poor form, he knew, but he was frustrated. Someone had most definitely been sneaking into his rooms and using his skincare products when he wasn't looking. If he ran out, it would be a disaster! Did people think this sort of beauty came naturally!? Perhaps he should ask Rook for assistance in hunting his mystery thief. Unless, of course, the thief turned out to be Rook himself.
After far too long, Sam returned from the back looking uncharacteristically grim. "I don't know what happened, but it looks like I'm currently out of stock. Could I interest you in an alternative?"
"No!" Vil snapped. "Nothing else is equivalent. Order more."
"I'm afraid that's not possible, Mr. Schoenheit," Sam said. "The product has been discontinued, and any back stock is sold out not only from them but also from every one of my other suppliers. The company planned to release a new formulation to replace it, but development delays have pushed the expected release date back six months."
What was he going to do? He couldn't imaging what his skin would look like six months from now; it was too terrible to consider. As much as it pained him, he might be forced to reach out to Rook, not for assistance with the hunt, but to beg the loan of his inferior-but-perhaps-suitable-in-a-crisis product. Crude and unbefitting, but what could one do in a crisis?
"Perhaps I could be of assistance?" someone murmured over his shoulder. Only many years of training (and sharing a dormitory with one Rook Hunt) kept Vil from jumping out of his boots.
"Azul," he said. "What are you doing here?"
Azul shrugged, his trademark, nonchalant gesture that meant nothing he was about to say could be trusted. "Mostro Lounge is in need of new, seasonally appropriate napkins for a VIP event next month, and Sam is the most reliable supplier of fine linens on this island, but that's beside the point. It wasn't my intention to eavesdrop, but I couldn't help but overhear your problems. Perhaps I could be of assistance?" He pulled a small crystal bottle from an interior pocket of his jacket and offered it to Vil.
"And this is?"
"A sample from Mostro Lounge's newest line of skincare products. All of the development was done in-house, and I believe you will be pleased with the results. It is guaranteed to make your skin softer, smoother, and more radiant than ever. It's not yet available to the general public, but we are offering early access to select individuals. Surely the famous model Vil Schoenheit qualifies for such access."
"And what will it cost me?" he asked. Never take anything from Azul without clearly establishing the terms first. He'd watched too many others make that mistake; he wouldn't fall for the same traps so easily.
"The sample is yours to keep. Consider it a token of friendship, or thanks for your appearance in the latest Mostro Lounge promotional brochures. If you wish for additional product in the future, we offer flexible payment plans and discounts for subscription services. We also have additional promotion and sponsorship options available, for which someone as well known as you would certainly qualify."
Vil turned the crystal over in his hand. "I'll think about it."
You're up, ziskandra!
"Lucky for you, we have that IN STOCK! Mr. S's Mystery Shop, always here for your every need."
"Thanks, Sam," Vil said. "Could I have two bottles then? Mine keeps disappearing for some reason, and my skin doesn't appreciate running all over campus in this weather."
"Two bottles of Fairest of Them All toning serum, coming right up!" Sam said as he disappeared into the back of the shop.
Vil shifted from foot to foot as he waited. Poor form, he knew, but he was frustrated. Someone had most definitely been sneaking into his rooms and using his skincare products when he wasn't looking. If he ran out, it would be a disaster! Did people think this sort of beauty came naturally!? Perhaps he should ask Rook for assistance in hunting his mystery thief. Unless, of course, the thief turned out to be Rook himself.
After far too long, Sam returned from the back looking uncharacteristically grim. "I don't know what happened, but it looks like I'm currently out of stock. Could I interest you in an alternative?"
"No!" Vil snapped. "Nothing else is equivalent. Order more."
"I'm afraid that's not possible, Mr. Schoenheit," Sam said. "The product has been discontinued, and any back stock is sold out not only from them but also from every one of my other suppliers. The company planned to release a new formulation to replace it, but development delays have pushed the expected release date back six months."
What was he going to do? He couldn't imaging what his skin would look like six months from now; it was too terrible to consider. As much as it pained him, he might be forced to reach out to Rook, not for assistance with the hunt, but to beg the loan of his inferior-but-perhaps-suitable-in-a-crisis product. Crude and unbefitting, but what could one do in a crisis?
"Perhaps I could be of assistance?" someone murmured over his shoulder. Only many years of training (and sharing a dormitory with one Rook Hunt) kept Vil from jumping out of his boots.
"Azul," he said. "What are you doing here?"
Azul shrugged, his trademark, nonchalant gesture that meant nothing he was about to say could be trusted. "Mostro Lounge is in need of new, seasonally appropriate napkins for a VIP event next month, and Sam is the most reliable supplier of fine linens on this island, but that's beside the point. It wasn't my intention to eavesdrop, but I couldn't help but overhear your problems. Perhaps I could be of assistance?" He pulled a small crystal bottle from an interior pocket of his jacket and offered it to Vil.
"And this is?"
"A sample from Mostro Lounge's newest line of skincare products. All of the development was done in-house, and I believe you will be pleased with the results. It is guaranteed to make your skin softer, smoother, and more radiant than ever. It's not yet available to the general public, but we are offering early access to select individuals. Surely the famous model Vil Schoenheit qualifies for such access."
"And what will it cost me?" he asked. Never take anything from Azul without clearly establishing the terms first. He'd watched too many others make that mistake; he wouldn't fall for the same traps so easily.
"The sample is yours to keep. Consider it a token of friendship, or thanks for your appearance in the latest Mostro Lounge promotional brochures. If you wish for additional product in the future, we offer flexible payment plans and discounts for subscription services. We also have additional promotion and sponsorship options available, for which someone as well known as you would certainly qualify."
Vil turned the crystal over in his hand. "I'll think about it."
You're up, ziskandra!