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[ceiling_cat]

...Well, now, that's funny.

I could've sworn I was back in Shibuya for a couple seconds there. Guess my mind was playin' tricks on me. That lovely lakeshore sure isn't anything I'd expect in Tokyo.

Sure isn't anything I'd expect in my apartment, either, and I recognize this little note they left me.

Hey there, Discedo.

Lemme guess - it's been a while?

I'd appreciate somebody fillin' me in while I make my way back to less soggy ground. Just how long has it been? Seems a bit colder than the last time I was here.

By the way, if anyone listenin' to this thing has a hand on the controls of whatever you use to drag us here, leave me a bit longer next time, won't ya? I could've grabbed a bag of beans.

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[greatcuppajoe.livejournal.com]

Still in one piece last I checked.

[snipers-shot.livejournal.com]

Tha's all ya can ask for, ain't it?

Name's Grit. Nice ta meet ya.

[greatcuppajoe.livejournal.com]

Sure is. Sanae Hanekoma, my pleasure.

Been here long?

[snipers-shot.livejournal.com]

Nah, jus' two weeks today. Seen a lot go down, tho'. 'nough for a life time.

Sounds like ya were here before.

[greatcuppajoe.livejournal.com]

That much happened in two weeks? Shame I missed it.

About three months ago from what I'm hearin'.

[snipers-shot.livejournal.com]

'm surprised that someone has the time ta make this all happen.

Didn't think they'd bring someone back.

[greatcuppajoe.livejournal.com]

What can ya do? Just from lookin' at this place, I'd say there isn't too much more occupyin' their time.

It happens.

[snipers-shot.livejournal.com]

Still... seems like a waste of time. Dunno what else people could be doin', but hurtin' others doesn't seem like the answer.

Ya got a place ta stay then?

[greatcuppajoe.livejournal.com]

Stick us all in a shitty situation and some people are gonna lash out at whoever they can reach. That's the way it goes.

My old place's spoken for, but I'll find an empty one.

[snipers-shot.livejournal.com]

'm familiar with it. Jus' dun like it one bit. [And perhaps a light shiver at the word 'lash', something he's all too familiar with.]

There's a few rooms here in... [Checks outside his window to look for a street sign] Marshall, if ya want.

[greatcuppajoe.livejournal.com]

Can't fault ya for that.

I might take you up on that offer if there's nothin' in Latimir - I'm on my way there now.

[snipers-shot.livejournal.com]

Wanna say I feel safe with what I got, but it don't seem like the case.

Could come out and meet ya, if ya wanted. Gettin' out of this apartment would do me some good.

[greatcuppajoe.livejournal.com]

It's a ways to walk, but if ya feel like the outin'... sure, why not? Meet ya by Latimir?

Shall we change to [C-Log]?

[snipers-shot.livejournal.com]

Eh, walkin' is jus' fine by me. Lemme see if I can remember how ta get ta Latimir from here, and I'll meet up with ya shortly.

[Voice/Commentlog] Sure!

[greatcuppajoe.livejournal.com]

See ya then.

[It wasn't too much later, conversation with Neku finished, that he took the stairs in Latimir down two at a time towards the front door. Shouldn't leave the guy waiting, after all. If he hadn't gotten lost.]

[Half a minute later, he ambled outside, grin curling the corner of his mouth. Josh was going to take a while to show back up. He might as well meet some new guy in the meantime.]

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[snipers-shot.livejournal.com]

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Howdy. Are ya Sanae?

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[greatcuppajoe.livejournal.com]

The same. And you're Grit?

[He gave the man a once-over glance; looked like the active type. Nice beard.]

[Ruffling his hair with a hand, he smiled.] See ya got here in one piece.

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[snipers-shot.livejournal.com]

Tha's me, alright.

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Jus' a quick walk here. []

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[greatcuppajoe.livejournal.com]

So... well, c'mon in. I'm just cleanin' out a place on the fourth floor.

[He turned back towards the door, mentally going over the to-do list: furniture, food, getting his hands on another set of tools somewhere.... Maybe he could check by the high school for some kind of metal pipe and go from there.]

You said something about trouble lately. They figured out who was behind it?

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[snipers-shot.livejournal.com]

Heh, so ya found a place. Ya want some help with it?

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Not from what I've heard. Still on the loose.

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[greatcuppajoe.livejournal.com]

Not right away - I'll get back to ya when I figure out where I can get some furniture....

[He glanced over his shoulder, pausing on the first step of the staircase.]

Sorry ta hear it.

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[snipers-shot.livejournal.com]

Good luck on that. Picked over when I got there. Thankful for what I got.

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Mm.

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[greatcuppajoe.livejournal.com]

Well, if I can't find anything, I'll have to see if I can knock some chairs together.

[He shrugged, picking his way carefully up the stairs; after all, the fifth floor had collapsed entirely. Who knew what the earthquakes had done to the rest of the place?]

[The subject of the murders he left alone. He might be curious, but it was obvious how uncomfortable it made the other man. Either he wasn't used to death, or one of the victims had been a friend... and whichever it was, pushing wouldn't help.]

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[snipers-shot.livejournal.com]

Ya gotta make due with what ya can find in this place.

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So, where are ya from, originally?

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[greatcuppajoe.livejournal.com]

Japan - I've got a little shop in Shibuya, if ya know the area. You?

[He pushed open the door on the fourth floor landing, stepping through and pausing for a moment as he caught a faint whiff of some floral perfume.]

...Huh.