write what you know - or not

[higginbottom]

Today, Esther is seated in the Plaza, as centrally located as she can possibly get. She's got a desk in front of her with a typewriter on it (don't ask where she found that), and she's got an expectant sort of smile on her face.

She's been feeling better lately, and so she figured she'd do some work of sorts. That's why there's a handwritten sign at the edge of her desk that simply asks:

What's your story?

and in smaller print, adds:

Recent English major will write your story/poem/memoir/etc out via typewriter for a small fee of your choosing. Very skilled with imagery and metaphor.

Any takers?

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[skyti]

There is a nordic youth looking at her sign, a slightly puzzled look on his face for a moment, though the expression quite quickly shifts to a smile.

"If you're looking for stories I've been collecting them!" he informs her brightly, "I've written a whole bunch down in my journal from people around the Nexus. When it's full I'm going to put it in the library here."

...Hopefully! He hasn't actually... asked the library yet. A future problem though.

"Would you like to see?"

[higginbottom]

"That'd be neat," Esther replies, smiling back at him. "What stories have you found so far?"