MY PLACE s01:e46 - TPC

Isabelle seemed a little agitated that morning when I remembered to go to work.
And by “work” I mean I spun around in my chair for 20 minutes and drank some coffee whilst browsing this world’s version of twitter. I much prefer it here because, instead of getting angry, I am endlessly fascinated by their politics. I have no idea what’s going on, sure, but seeing all those racoons and foxes in little suits yelling at each other is pretty fun.

Eventually, Isabelle spun in her seat too. At first, I thought she was gonna join in on the fun, but she stopped as soon as she was facing me. Bummer.

“Umm, mayor?” she asked, twiddling her fingers “did you ever get around to completing your TPC?”

“You mean that bridge Gruff wanted me to build?” I said, still spinning “Yeah, I’m gonna get around to that, don’t worry”

“N-no, that’s a PWP”

The spinning stopped.
“Ohhhh… what’s that again?”

“A Public Works Project”

“I see, I see… so what’s a TCP?”

“TPC”

“What’s a TPC?”

“Your town pass card, mayor. You know, the one I gave you on your first day?”

“Oh yeah, that! Lemme just pull that out real quick…” crap crap crap I don’t have it on me this is like my fourth outfit since I moved in here oh god

“Don’t worry, mayor” chuckled Isabelle “You left it here. For the last month and a half no less. You’re quite forgetful huh?”

That’s one way of putting it. Not gonna lie, this was pretty embarrassing. It had been sat on Isabelle’s desk all this time? I guess I was kinda overwhelmed on day one, what with her handing me all these rules and pieces of information, but still, I feel like a total jerk for forgetting it.

“I took the liberty of polishing it up for you!” Isabelle said as she brought the card to me. “There’s err… only one picture of you I could use, so I hope you don’t mind…”

“Oh it can’t be that bad” I said as I inspected it. It was the accidental selfie of myself in the turban. “Well what do you know, it is.” Just how long had she had this picture? I’m hardly in town hall so this is probably what first comes to mind when thinking about her boss.

“Don’t worry” she said “It’s a personal ID, and you can always change it in the photo booth down Main Street. Of course, I could do that for you if you want. I’m here to assist you whenever you need!”

“How would you be able to do that for me?”

“Hm? Well, I’d go to the booth myself and take a picture.”

“Yeah? Of who?”

“Why, of you— oh… err, I mean, I’d… you’d have to… Oh my, I’m sorry, I’m not thinking straight today. I’ll just… get back to… papers and… stuff. Again, sorry.”

She rushed back to her desk and returned to scribbling inside her current folder of bureaucratic documents. I’ve learned by now to not try and tell Isabelle not to stress over her most recent slip up because she’ll just stubbornly refuse to get off lightly, as if she expects me to be immeasurably disappointed with her for muddling up words. In any case, now I have some real identification – pretty handy for a mayor, wouldn’t you say?

Say, come to think of it, this pass could make moving someplace else a lot easier…

~Author’s Notes~
This chapter was originally going to feature Porter, but since it had been a while since Isabelle made an appearance in My Place, I decided to give her a little more time in the spotlight.

Also, I think this is one of the best ‘belles I’ve ever drawn. I’m sill trying to find my footing in regards to the art style of this series, but I love how this one turned out.


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