When it came to daily errands, there were few tasks Juliet found necessary to complete in a twenty four hour cycle. Grocery shopping only was required once, perhaps twice a week. Since she did not drive a vehicle, there was no need to pause and refill any tanks. Though she occasionally received post, Juliet had a box in her apartment. For this reason, she rarely had to venture to the post office itself; for that reason, it did not make her list of daily locations to visit when running errands. Laundry was a biweekly necessity, and thank the snarky gods for that. If she'd had to wash the clothes and sheets more frequently, Juliet would have had to rearrange her whole schedule.
The point was, she had a very specific way of accomplishing tasks that regularly needed to be done. Aside from keeping up with her bills, appropriate appointments, and work related actions that needed to be taken, Juliet found time to block in practicing magic and working on improving herself. After all, she needed to become stronger in order to accomplish her goals. Still, even with everything, Juliet occasionally found herself with nothing to do. She didn't purposefully add in extra downtime, but possible areas of waiting around were always accounted for. Today happened to be one of those times when she had finished a job early and had nothing more on her plate. Her ticket for the train back to her city of residence was stamped with a time four hours from now, thanks to a client who had exaggerated the difficulty of their mission. While she would of course accept the extra jewel she was paid as a result of the apparently higher requirements, Juliet would rather have not wasted time at all.
Regardless, there was nothing to be done about it now. She was stranded in Rose Garden for the next few hours, since returning early would only be inefficient. For this reason, Juliet had selected to walk around the city and enjoy the time she had unwittingly arranged for herself. Truly, the city was a marvel of architecture, technology, and culture that Juliet took immense pleasure in experiencing. Despite her neutral expression, inwardly she was in awe of the sights to be seen and enjoyed even the frivolous inventions of multicolored bubble fountains, though she would never admit it. One thing in particular caught Juliet's eye. Strangely enough, it was not some wonder of mechanics- in fact, it was simply a swarm of people, all crowded outside of a small, nondescript building. Though it appeared to be a bit run down, with faded grey paint and a sign in the front with unreadable blue block letters, obviously something of interest was drawing patronage.
Juliet changed course from walking alongside one of the foot paths to heading directly for the building. Once she had slipped through the throng of people and reached the front doors, it was far easier to understand what was happening. So crystal clear was the situation that Juliet was hardly surprised so many had come out to try and register. After all, passports were typically quite expensive, and it was difficult to receive them since a Fioran passport granted access to virtually every other nation in Earthland. All of the countries desired to receive rich tourists that would benefit their economies. Juliet supposed that the stereotype of the high upper class foreigner from Fiore might die out now, though, considering that passports were available free of charge and for virtually everyone. According to the sign posted next to the front door, mages were also able to acquire these passports in order to carry out missions in foreign nations.
That, in particular, intrigued Juliet immensely. As she pushed open the door of the building, slowly so as to not injure any person hovering behind the heavy frosted glass, she thought with satisfaction that today's schedule mishap had led to good fortune. Once indoors, she noted that there were several counters at the front of the room (which appeared far larger inside than she had first anticipated it would be judging from the exterior). It looked to operate in a way similar to the DMV, since a hanging sign instructed for her to pull out a piece of paper from the machine. Doing so, Juliet discovered her number: 603. With a glance to her left, she took a seat on a nearby chair, trying not to think about the numerous strangers who had previously spread their germs in the same place. While she would have preferred to keep standing, doing so for long periods of time made her antsy and nervous, a bad combination when she would be needing to talk to an official calmly in order to present herself in the best light.