Eddie's Tour Boat

Yes. I've already had to deal with one.

I'll never see oranges the same again.

*walks on the boats deck*

SO DECK THE SAFE HOUSE FULL OF BLUEPRINTS!

... you're really happy to be on a boat, aren't you?

Yup. Cafe has an aircraft carrier as well, but that is on the ocean.

Now, to our left, you'll see The Bookie's Nook. And beside that statue of that debt creating raccoon, you'll see the hang out that shares its name. Bookie's Nook was in fact once a mere Nook rented from famed local Luin, but as you can see, it is now a building the size of a small house. Look, there's Bookie now, fishing for lewds.

Meh. Bound to happen.

I wouldn't let them on a dinghy.



What will we do with a drunken sailor!

May I just add:


Seven Drunken Pirates
We're seven deadly sins!

Rawr!! DD<

I'am the king!! *paddles around big boat*

And now orbiting the boat at a... rather impressive clip... is local... let's settle on 'colourful figure' Kiba Eve. Fumihiro declared themselves King of Lolis or the Loli King sometime after midnight on the 1st of January this year.

We usually just get Luin to pat their head and give them some tea cakes.

lol~! *giggles*

Kek

Okay. So story time.

I live in York, one of the regions that are just outside Toronto. I actually rarely go into the city itself, but when I do...

Once, I'm walking down College Street toward young, and I see a Native man at the mouth of an alley, selling one of those small press broadsheets that charities and businesses give or sell to the homeless. Some are very well produced, actually. It's a way partly to help them help themselves (a carrier for the Toronto Star that frequents my work got her job by starting out with those 'street sheets', and partly a way around pride- you're not begging, you're doing a job. I get it, I was homeless myself for two years.

I scan the sheet, planning to make a donation even if I don't get one. I just don't want to pick up a duplicate of the two I have already.

'Buy it or don't," the man growls instantly.

I didn't.

Later, I'm up at Union, waiting for the GO train that'll take me home... when I say that same guy cooing to an elderly native woman, calling her grandma and imploring her to let the spirits bid her council, and giving her some of his money despite her protests. And she sits, with great dignity, on her scooter until he walks away.

I walk up. "That boy even part of your Nation, Muriel?"

"Don't think he's ever been on a Rez in his life either, Ed," a woman that once taught math sighed. I met her after she retired. She was now a 'full time grandmother', and owned three rental properties. She held out the cash. "Dean's playing his guitar in the subway part of the station, drop this in his case for me?"

Muriel's dead, now. Never did see that paper seller again.