Chapter 2:
The Skittish Curator
And a Red Tiled Conclusion
Friday, March 4th, 2016
Last night
saw conclusion to the great Jester Shirt Conspiracy. I will go over its events,
step by step, with events already stated being outlined in the first phase.
Phase One: The Uniforms
Mitzi
hand-made three outfits: two Jester Shirts and one Rose Shirt. The Jester
Shirts went to Axel and Pecan, while the Rose Shirt went to Otis. Of note, Axel
was not too fond of his assignment. Also of note, Pecan was sure to award me
with stationary for my part.
Phase Two: The Abandonment of Attire
Axel, after
a long talk with Otis, switched into a Rose Shirt himself, presumably putting
the Jester Shirt into his pockets. He assigned me the task of delivering some
mosaic-looking shirt to Pecan, which she promptly put on, handing me the Jester
Shirt that I had initially given to her personally.
Phase Three: The Jester’s Gathering
Axel
assigned me the task of sending him a personal letter. He was sure to emphasize
not only how much they mean to him, but also his desire to receive them with gifts
attached. I wrote a generic, inconspicuous letter, and attached my Jester Shirt
to it. Phyllis, who worked at the post office, immediately awoke Pete, the mail
carrier, to deliver my letter, despite the letter reserves not being full and
the time being quite improper.
Phase Four: The Goods
Axel had
responded before I even reached him, making sure to tell me that I had mail
waiting. I returned home to find it true. Axel must have had his response
pre-prepared, and Pete must have delivered the letter directly from Axel to me,
a most unorthodox action. Attached to the letter was a Red Tile Flooring.
Phase Five: The Final Exchange
I spoke to
Mitzi, in passing, who somehow already knew that I had the Red Tile Flooring on
my person. She insisted that it be given to her, and handed me a sizeable sum
of 3,000 Bells for my work (or my silence?). She informed me that she had
borrowed one such item from a friend, but had misplaced the original, and
referred to me as “a life saver.”
Thus
concluded The Jester Shirt Conspiracy. As I sit here, the evening of the
following night, I cannot help but wonder what, exactly, I had just helped to
complete. Still, the animals involved made no mention of it today, or any
events that seemed related, so I assume that my part in this underground shirt
exchange has concluded.
Nook’s shop
had both a bug net and fishing rod in stock this morning. While I desired to
spend most of my day inside, setting up my new abode, I decided to take the
time to catch some of the more daytime-oriented insects, including two species
of butterfly and two species of ladybug. The museum curator, Blathers, seemed
less than pleased with the specimens. It seems he may be a bit phobic of bugs.
Throughout the day, I also submitted to him a Bagworm, a Pill Bug, and a Mole
Cricket, all of which he reacted to with similar disgust. It seems I have found
his weak point, should I ever need to exploit it.
Before I
could begin fishing, though, I noticed that a new house had been built between
mine and Pecan’s, in Acre B-2. I went inside to meet the single mother Kitt,
and her child who seemed to be as of yet unnamed (kangaroos, am I right?)
Kitt was a
sweet woman, very inviting and happy to be in the town. If only she knew the
mess that it was in before I got here… Ah who am I kidding? It’s still a sty.
At least it has a few flowers strewn about, though.
Speaking of
plants, last night I also managed to come into possession of a Peach. I buried
it in the same general area as the Cherry tree, leaving plenty of space for
both trees to get ample sun and breathing room, away from not only each other,
but other trees, rivers, rocks, signposts, houses, etc. Regardless, I awoke
this morning to find that BOTH of the trees had wilted.
I thought I
had found an Orange ,
perfect for giving myself a second chance. Turned out to just be Tangy’s head
again. I’ll never get used to that thing.
The evening
was mostly spent fishing. The fish in these parts are insane, ripping the bait
right off of the hook before I even knew they had seen it. Still, I managed to
fish up several species, far too many for me to recall, and donate them all to
Blathers at the museum. The old curator was much happier to receive these
aquatic friends, giving me small tidbits of information on many of them and
simply acting with delight at the others. Duly noted, the old man’s weakness is
still just insects. Also worth mentioning is the fact that I fished up more
than my fair share of old boots and tin cans. The land may be clean, but this
town’s river and ocean are abhorrent.
Beyond
that, I did manage to reorganize my new, larger home. It’s amazing; they
actually managed to expand it while I slept, and I was none the wiser. Nook’s
goons are very talented individuals. Note: do not get on his bad side. Between
these past two days, I’ve gotten my hands on an insane amount of Ranch-themed
furniture, as well as a couple of cacti. Fate seems to have chosen my house’s
theme for me.
Tomorrow’s
a big day. Crazy Redd is coming to town, and I look forward to seeing what all
of the hype is about.
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