[Open] Hail to da King

[staybizzy]

have it your way, Pumpkin Hollow!

Hail to da king

There is a Burger King in Pumpkin Hollow.

Why? That is a fantastic question. Considering the fact that this is a Victorian-esque village in a fantasy world that has never even heard of Burger King, one can only assume it was created by a modern individual with a mischievous sense of humor. This is only further implied by the interesting set of rules on the wall...

At some point during February of 16:55, the role of "The Burger King" is bestowed upon one Capochin Bastone, Grillmaster Extraordinare, by the Daedric Prince Sheogorath. Since then, he's hired a few of the locals (mostly younger folks) to work the shop and checks in on it daily, but largely lets the thing run itself. Still, he could really use a general manager...

Well, anyway. Feel free to grab a seat, get yourself a Whopper, check out the Help Wanted sign, or just hang out! If you're lucky with your timing, you may just see a little blue man in a fuzzy red robe far too long for him and a paper crown hop up onto the enormous throne to hold court. He sure does look pleased with himself.

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[staybizzy]

"Dat's awful serious business, over some hamburgers," he remarks, raising a skeptical brow. Hypocrisy, coming from him. "Do I gotta, like... fill out paperwoik or somethin'?"

[blindwatchersees]

“I have no idea! That’s Town Hall business, and for once, signing off on matters of the realm isn’t my responsibility! Wonderful, isn’t it? Why, I could make a few heads roll in celebration! Ah, but that’s not very good for food safety, is it?”

[staybizzy]

"It'd probably be bad for PR, too," Capochin notes. He shrugs. "Maybe we oughta just stick to streamers n' confetti?"

Gods. He's really doing this. What has he gotten himself into?

[blindwatchersees]

"Ah, you understand! Wonderful!" he chirps. "Yes, heads and entrails are really more for a different sort of occasion. It's good to know someone so discerning is in such a position!"