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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]

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.

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[snipers-shot.livejournal.com]

Country known as Blue Moon. Never heard of Japan, sorry ta say.

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...Flowers?

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[greatcuppajoe.livejournal.com]

Must be an alternate world.

[One of the more distant ones, if Japan didn't exist - or one from a very different time, though the guy's clothes seemed similar enough.]

You said somethin' about people getting plants?

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[snipers-shot.livejournal.com]

Yeah, probably. It's certainly a unique place ta live.

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Yeah, I got one too. Probably comin' from someone's plant, then.

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[greatcuppajoe.livejournal.com]

That so? What's it like?

[He pushed the door of 412 open, surveying the living room. Yeah, it'd take a little work to get the place livable again - there was a table and a TV, but the chairs were as absent as the signal, and the carpet had seen better decades. So had the walls.]

Guess so - I'm not complainin'.

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[snipers-shot.livejournal.com]

Always cold there. Olaf likes it, but I dunno. Not my kinda place.

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Makes the place smell nice. I'd be thankful.

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[greatcuppajoe.livejournal.com]

You must be havin' problems with the weather around here.

[Three months since he'd last been here, which put it at... late December, now? January? Coldest part of the winter yet to come. He'd have to get his hands on better shoes.]

It does help. Wonder if anybody'd be willing to rent their flowers out for a while?

[Chuckling, he bent to check out the cupboards. Dust, dust, a few fleeing cockroaches -- hey, there was a dented can fallen down into the back of one of the drawers. He pulled it out. Canned peas.]

...looks like I'm gonna have to make a supply run today.

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[snipers-shot.livejournal.com]

Only a few, I'll survive. Heh, could be worse here.

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Ya could ask. Mebbe they'll bring 'em out to the hallway at least.

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Looks like ya better. Or yer gonna starve.

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[greatcuppajoe.livejournal.com]

It was summer last time I was hangin' out here, but it snowed back then too. Shame most of my stuff's gone ta a better home.

[He stood back up, tossing the can idly in one hand]

Oughta get on that, then... hey, thanks for the welcome.

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[snipers-shot.livejournal.com]

Ah, right, ya lost yer previous place. Sorry ta hear that. But ya'll get this one all nice and new soon 'nough.

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No problem. I'll walk ya ta the high school. On the way. []