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Two Immortal beings,
One a simple Fox,
And a Bard in Raven's garb.
Cursed with Eldritch knowledge,
Both exiled by Fae Bureaucracy,
To roam the Stars Forevermore.

They pass the time with museings,
Of human conditions (oh so confusing)
That oft grow in a Deep Forest's core..
Oliver returns with a catalogue of freezers.
The Bard points at one, and phone calls to the storage is made to bring it over.

"It'll be a pleasure working with you, my new friend.
Sorry again about my clothes."

"It's ok.. it.. looks good on you." He smiles softly.

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"So i make do..
Watching my.. favorite frustration, at arms length.
Hoping one day, that glimmer of remembernce in his eyes will finaly spark..
And we can resume our loophole journey together..

When all things end as Stars fall,
The Last One The Raven Reaps..
And i,
His designated Reaper.."
"i promised to always watch out for him.
No matter where, what...or with whom, he goes..
The curse of Damnation Memoria will lift if he remembers my name,
Its just bitter irony he was the only one who knew it before i became a Ferryman..
i don't even know it anymore..
Fae deals an all that.."
"But thats the funny thing, innit?"
As The Bard points at the college couple he earlier helped.

"Love is weird, what you bond over, fight over, and play over.
Be it little sticks of scifi weapons, and arguing on the merits of using them as forks.
Or hanging around somone, in unrequited silence.."
"We went on many risky adventures..
Wonderful delights.
Heated fights.
And said things in impulsed anger we didn't mean.

Like a poorly worded wish in the presence of a Jhinn,
Who was already quite cross with us.

And now one cannot remember the other,
No matter how hard one tries to remind.."
The Fox looks up at him, ears folded but curious.

"i had a life, before i became what i am.. before the void.." he rubs his left hand, where he spun a well worn down ring. " And before becoming the Ferryman for The Last Raven..
i had more intimate companions, than those i just broke bread with."
The Bard sighs. "i doubt i could forget somone like you, daring to snub the Food Glorp Mafia just to give people icecream," he chuckles.

Oliver joins in the laugh. "I guess I am unforgettable." He puffs out his chest.

"Yea..."

"I'll be right back." Oliver walks off to get freezer inventory.
"Okay, I agree to that."
Oliver an The Bard shake hands.
Upon holding his hand, Oliver pauses, looking at their joined hands.

"Problem Sir?" The Bard inquires.

Oliver lets go an shakes his head. "No, just.. had a moment like deja vu.
You sure we don't know eachother?" He gives The Bard a side eye.
Oliver squints... but gets a feeling he won't win this unusual argument.
"Alright... I dunno why, but I feel like that will be my only option.
As long as you don't go full wedding party on me, I think I'll be okay with it." Oliver notes fearfuly.

"It'll never be more than five people at a time."
"So, you just come in once a week, wiggle your fingers or whatever. I'll give ya a cut,
And the whole neighborhood benifits! Sound good?" Oliver extends his hand for a shake.

"i don't do currency.
But, i'll agree to free meals for myself and/or who ever i send here on my behalf for that day."
"Wow, i've not met anyone who can make their Spark linger for so long.." Oliver remarks in suprise.

"i've.. had a lot of time to practice and refine it.." The Bard replies, in a tone suggesting a sock puppet truth.

Oliver shakes his head, "I don't need to know, I'm a man of loopholes myself."
"It varies by complexity. Three hours to three days for most things..
But your exact request, i can probly enhance a freezer to hold an enchant for eleven days, since it wouldn't lose so much energy in thermal removal," The Bard replies after doing some napkin math.
"But...if you can do your fancy Spark hoodoo on one of our freezers, so we can just toss in fruit & milk like an insta chicken in a microwave?
I'd be able to give this community a wide range of shakes, deserts, & pie toppings!
How long can the enchantment last?" Oliver sits on the seat's edge.
"So, I have a pretty big hole in the range of people i can help here.
Many can't aford the offical resturants.
The college kids and elderly eat here because its affordable.
I want to give them more...
As well as stick it up the assholes who charge Granny $120 for a sad unfilling salad."
"Icecream machines are always broken, so you have none to recover and use yourself?" The Bard surmises

Oliver taps his nose and winks.
"Bingadgeo. Since I don't have a Food Glorp fabrication license, I cant get one,
and the only bulk icecream sold in this district is cannola flavor."
"Sorta.. it basicsly just rearranges any dairy, sugar, water, and flavoring into a preset template of-"

"It makes icescream if you pour in moomoo juice, i get it." Oliver interupts.
"Thats what we need." He adds.
"We so far only have soups, fries, and burgers here, because.. welll.." he trails off.
"So what do you want from me? i'm dressed in renfair garment, but i'm not doing themed dressup and street barking. Nor am i to allow a petting zoo for my friend here." The Bard pats The Fox's head.

"Nothing of the sorts, its about this bowl here.
You enchanted it to make desserts?" Oliver inquires.
"So, you're a little king of a pile of discarded liminal 'trash'.
A raccoon with a resturant.
Last time i heard of somone doing that,
It was dealing with a type of... Laundry." The Bard notches an eyebrow.

Oliver squirms & shushes The Bard.
"Hey hey now. My clothes arnt clean, but my business is."
"But after a while, this whole district became family owned.
This building was no longer needed for sampling.
But due to contracts, it couldn't be sold off..
But it still bled money in taxes..
So they needed a solution.
They didn't care how it made money, just as long as it coverd taxes."
"This building used to be a sample room.
People would rent it, borrow assets from storage, and 'Trial' it for a week, to prove they could run a buisness so they could get a loan for education, or get hired by a Food Glorp sanctioned place."

"A canary nest." The Bard quips.

"Kinda...yea."
"So, recycling jainitor." The Bard notes.

Oliver nods, "Yes, exactly.."

"So.. then.. whats this place? A prop showcase?" He twirls his right hand around pointing to various corners of the resturant.

"Only sideeffectualy.."

"i'm listening.." The Bard pokes the conversation.
"When a similar store was opening elsewhere, insted of paying extra to create brand new stuff. It gets pulled from the SAG, or Shared Asset Garage." He pushes the empty poutein basket to the side. The Fox stifles a growl. The Bard gestures as if to assure he'll order a replacement.
"So my job is, yes, cleaning up behind failed buisnesses.
It wasnt my job to care why they failed.
My job was to collect any equipment, an misc assets that were in good condition, clean them, and take them to shared storage.
Fridges, Cups, Tables, Utensils, anything and everything not nailed down."
The Bard pauses in silence for a moment. "Perhaps we knew eachother breifly in college. i was an EMT for a lot of them.. or perhaps we knew eachother in another life? If you... ascribe to that sort of thing. "

Oliver laughs. "I dont, but I digress. At least its not a punchable face. Anyway.."
"No, we've... not met, recently or otherwise.
Perhaps i just have that sort of face." The Bard replies, trailing off in tone.
The Fox picks up on it, an ceases his fussing, as he now stares at Oliver with new interest.

"The kind of face I wanna yell at about dishes in the sink like roomates?"