Fate/Grand Order story · Events, Eternal Tropical Summer Altar, Luluhawa
An Aloha Guy Arrives in Hawaii
Eternal Tropical Summer Altar, Luluhawa. Waikiki Street
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1. Before the battle
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Hm? You wanna know how to make doujin? You really signed up for ServantFes without even knowing that?
Heh, that's either really brave, or really reckless. Reminds me of how bad last year's Halloween got.
But that's okay with me. I like a little recklessness.
All right, as a fellow Anti-Hero...of sorts, I'll offer you a word of advice.
I don't know what sort of story you're looking to draw, but you can't just go right to a printer with a draft.
First, you need to actually make an appointment to see the printer.
Your schedule's already pretty packed, right? Trust me, I know. Mine's wound tighter than a boa constrictor.
There's pretty much no chance of you sending your draft to the printer before the very last second, so if I were you, I'd go meet them while I still could.
You'll find them right arooound...here, between Waikiki Street and the airport.
I recommend taking the bus over a taxi. Seriously, Waikiki's public transport is awesome.
...So I took her advice and went down to the printer, but the owner wasn't there.
Hm? I don't suppose that is the owner there?
He certainly looks the part, and his dress could not be more Hawaiian.
Who are you talking about?
Maybe...he's a tourist...?
I'm getting some serious déjà vu here...
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Well, there's one surefire way to find out. Alohaaa!
Alohaaa.
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Aloha, youngsters. I say, is it just me, or is there something strange about Hawaii lately?
Well, uh, yes, you could certainly say that.
I knew it.
You see, my homuncuer, attendants were just telling me:
"Aw man, we've gotta shut down soon, huh. If only we could take a paid vacation to Hawaii, just once..."
They were rather enthusiastic about it, in fact.
At any rate, I came here to take a look at the Hawaiian branch of the organization I aim to acquire one day...
...but there's clearly something else strange going on here right now. For example, who are all those strange people mixed in among the regular tourists?
I believe it is because of ServantFes, portly one.
...Ah, now I see. A large-scale convention for "those" sorts, eh.
Well, that just won't do. My danger sense is going absolutely berserk!
Hey, you lot! We're going back to my northern summer home! We'll scope out Diamond Head Beach some other time!
Hmph. A perfectly good Hawaiian outfit to blend in with the locals, wasted...
...Guess that guy didn't own the printer. Just another tourist.
He still looks oddly familiar, though.
I think that's just the déjà vu.
I wonder if we'll see him again at some point.
Is that Clairvoyance talking?
No, I don't think it's that...
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Anyway, I don't think we're gonna find the owner around here...
No point running ourselves ragged when we don't even know where to look, so I say we call it a day.
I still want to check the printer out, but without a book to print, there's not much point. Long as we get the final draft done, the rest'll work itself out.
Then let's go back to the hotel and brainstorm.
Right on. We'll brainstorm until we figure out what kinda story we wanna write. If that works out, we can go right to the drawing and writing phase!
We could also just make our own photocopies.
Ulp... I was really hoping to avoid that, but I guess, if we've got no other choice... Then again...can we really get by with just photocopies?
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All right then, let's go back, have some dinner, and discuss story ideas. You guys go on ahead; I'll grab some grub for all of us and meet you there later.
Hope you're ready for all the Luluhawan fruit-filled junk food you can eat.