[Although he keeps himself busy mostly by ensuring that every aspect of this event continues to run smoothly, at multiple points, Ozymandias ends up behind the front stall himself. His sphinx cub sits patiently on the countertop beside him, idly flicking the tip of its tail.]

Here is a list of what we have currently available, [he says, passing over the aforementioned list. A few things have already been scratched out by the time he first takes up the stall. More are crossed out as the festivities continue and more people show up.] Prices are listed beside each. State what you like and my assistant will fetch them for you while we settle the matter of payment.

[And if there was any question as to who his assistant is, the sphinx cub puffs its little chest out a little further with pride. He's doing a very good job helping his master with this (and also probably wouldn't mind getting a few scritches as a tip).]

This is the finished product?

[Whether it is something you've painted, built, cooked, or magicked up, Ozymandias is here to provide his genuine assessment. Even if you didn't ask for it. In fact, it's entirely possible you didn't ask for it. Although he's primarily over here to check on the instructors and be sure they feel they still have everything they need to continue instructing or guiding folks through to the end of the day, he thinks it is important to encourage those who are attempting to better themselves. So, why not take a look at how everyone's various projects are coming along?]

[After a brief moment of inspection and assessment, he offers,]

You have my praise for all of your hard efforts! I hope you will continue as such potential left unexplored would be such a waste.

a. ota
[When it comes to the end of each day, Ozymandias remains until everything is cleaned up and put away. Although he appears to operate more in a supervisory sort of role than necessarily providing any sort of direct labor. Instead, he sits on a stool at the stall responsible for gardening supplies, running through inventory. His sphinx cub sprawls itself over the countertop, clearly tuckered out from its busy day while Ozymandias occasionally brushes its tail off his logbook when he needs to read or write something else down.]

You may take these, [he says without looking up, gesturing with his pen in the direction of the communal gardening equipment. If one were to take a look at his book, they will see he's accounted for each piece already.] Smaller pieces will need to go in their caddies on the shelves. Larger, just stack carefully against the wall.

[And that appears to be all he has to say whether you were actually approaching to ask what you can do now or not. But it doesn't appear to be out of any particular rudeness so much as efficiency. He moves on to unlocking the container with money and pulls out a small pouch from underneath the counter. All of it he will deposit in the Council's office, but he'd rather go ahead and take out the excess now to save him a bit of work later.]

b. established cr only
[At the end of the second night, Ozymandias performs the same duties of monitoring the breakdown of the festivities. But once things get to the point that the work can be completed nearly independently, Ozymandias steps away for at least a few moments of privacy, followed knowingly by his sphinx cub. Although Ozymandias is certain not to step on any of the foliage that manages to spill over onto the path, he isn't all that attentive to the greenery around him. He simply follows the path through until he comes to a specific planter near the center of the more ornamental portion of the garden. It is filled with a mix of various flowers, all of which have been magicked into bloom already and subsequently arranged. Pulling something out of his pocket, he crouches down in front of the planter and digs a little hole to place that something, packing in the dirt enough that it stands on its own. Whatever it is that he's placing there, it's easy to tell even from a short distance that he handles it carefully.]

[It is an ugly, ugly little thing, but it was a brooch that was important to Giorno. And so, it makes sense to Ozymandias that it should be placed here in this garden. Even if it is hideous.]

[He dusts the dirt off his hands, but doesn't stand up immediately. Instead, he quietly lingers, absentmindedly petting the sphinx when it begins insistently headbutting one of his hands.]

((ooc: feel free to riff or slightly modify any of the above prompts. if you'd like a more private starter, lmk and i'll whip something up. or if you want to go way off-script and write up something completely new, go for it! ozy will be around more or less all day on both days, so he can be found more or less anywhere throughout the event. you can feel free to even catch him when he's pausing for some food! if you want to run something by me [or reach out for the aforementioned custom starter], either pm this journal or hit me up on plurk [rebreather]!))