[ It comes a little delayed, but Ishmael will find a sizeable basket left at her door sometime during the first few days of November. If she's lucky, she'll catch glimpse of the hummingbird drone that delivered it—coloured dark indigo with red accents, reminiscent of a certain scholar.
In the basket is an assortment of sweets—chocolates and candies, as fine as you can get them in Neo Tokyo, and packets of premium hot chocolate nestled in a plain but well crafted ceramic mug with an unglazed bottom. A spoon comes with the mug too, clearly for mixing the hot chocolate. Accompanying the sweets are luxurious bath sets. Yes, plural. Salts, oils, bombs, lotions, creams, the whole nine yards and more. There is even a shampoo and conditioner set, carefully picked to work with Ishmael's long, fluffy mass of hair. There are a variety of scents in the mix of bath goods, just to make sure she'd find something to like. To top it all off, as if the sender wasn't obvious enough with the excessive bath products, a rubber ducky sits nestled cozily in the center of goods.
Underneath it all is a tightly packed throw blanket, deep blue in colour, acting as a cushion for the entire basket of goods. There is no note attached save for a little tag that indicates the basket is for Ishmael, so she won't mistakenly think someone accidentally dropped the wrong present off at her door. ]
[ she is lucky enough to catch the drone before it zips away, the color of it reminding him of a certain doctor. that's weird.
she brings the care package inside and... wow. she's aware that the doctor doesn't cut corners, but these brands are rather luxurious, aren't they. kind of reminds her of how opulent aventurine is in general, and wonders if he'd asked for the gambler's help somehow.
regardless, she's very touched by the gesture. didn't think the doctor would send along things that aren't just academically related like codices. that guy's rather layered, isn't he?
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In the basket is an assortment of sweets—chocolates and candies, as fine as you can get them in Neo Tokyo, and packets of premium hot chocolate nestled in a plain but well crafted ceramic mug with an unglazed bottom. A spoon comes with the mug too, clearly for mixing the hot chocolate. Accompanying the sweets are luxurious bath sets. Yes, plural. Salts, oils, bombs, lotions, creams, the whole nine yards and more. There is even a shampoo and conditioner set, carefully picked to work with Ishmael's long, fluffy mass of hair. There are a variety of scents in the mix of bath goods, just to make sure she'd find something to like. To top it all off, as if the sender wasn't obvious enough with the excessive bath products, a rubber ducky sits nestled cozily in the center of goods.
Underneath it all is a tightly packed throw blanket, deep blue in colour, acting as a cushion for the entire basket of goods. There is no note attached save for a little tag that indicates the basket is for Ishmael, so she won't mistakenly think someone accidentally dropped the wrong present off at her door. ]
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she brings the care package inside and... wow. she's aware that the doctor doesn't cut corners, but these brands are rather luxurious, aren't they. kind of reminds her of how opulent aventurine is in general, and wonders if he'd asked for the gambler's help somehow.
regardless, she's very touched by the gesture. didn't think the doctor would send along things that aren't just academically related like codices. that guy's rather layered, isn't he?
perhaps a trip to the spa is in order. 😌 ]