ceiling_cat: serious expression, cigarette in hand (bad habit break)
[Hanekoma's grinning as casually as ever, but he looks a little flushed, and are those dark circles under his eyes?

That's definitely a drippy-looking nose. Maybe he shouldn't have been running around in short sleeves and sandals after all.]


Heyyyy! Had fun with your party?

I was just wonderin' if anybody out there's got tea leaves they're willin' ta trade. I prefer green, but I'll take black or herbal if that's what you've got.

[Thoughtful.] I can trade ya fresh eggs, meat, or --

[He turns the camera to display a half-finished tempera mural in black and white covering one wall of his room -- it's a boldly outlined forest of graffiti-style skyscrapers seen from above, dwindling down to tiny streets under a brilliant sky.] --we can work out a trade for some wall art.

[He pauses to stifle a hacking cough.] Speak up quick, just in case goin' out gets tricky again in a day or two!
ceiling_cat: looking away (sky's awful blue)
[The video jars on with a crunching noise, and a wild blur of sky and ground and wall, and then another crunch and blur before it hits the ground for a third time and comes to a stop. Good thing the PCDs are sturdy.

It steadies on a view of Hanekoma swinging in decreasing circles, upside down, one foot firmly caught in a man-sized rope snare.

Distantly, a good ear might make out some really imaginative swearing. Looks like he's found one of those shiny new traps. He struggles to get at his foot for several minutes, then his head turns, checking to either side, and a large pair of white wings unfold out of nothingness behind him.

A couple of seconds of energetic flapping shakes a couple palm-sized bits of down loose and gets him close enough to upright to slash that rope. His landing is nearly graceful, and he reaches down to pick up the PCD -

And then notices it's broadcasting.

For an instant, he looks furious, and then the expression is erased by a wry smirk.]


Watch your step, guys an' girls. Looks like we've got a prankster runnin' arou--

[His sentence ends abruptly as his sunglasses clamp teeth down on his nose. The feed ends a split second later.]
ceiling_cat: serious expression, cigarette in hand (bad habit break)
[Hanekoma's found a smooth flat rock and another, cupped one somewhere; the PCD set up on his windowsill catches his face and part of the stone, scraping rhythmically as he grinds something to powder between the two. He glances sideways at it.]

So we've got tombstones out there now, huh. Guess the city's gettin' itself decorated for the holidays... though we're a little late for Obon here. Haven't heard of anybody havin' trouble with the fog -- did I miss anythin' or is that part just window dressin'?

[He's silent for a moment, the sound of stone on stone filling the pause. Attention still on his work, he eventually speaks offhandedly.]

It's interestin', too. I've spotted a few familiar names already.

[No one he didn't already know was dead; but then, he doesn't have too many friends who aren't. Goes with the territory. A few more swipes, and he lifts a hand, rubbing black powder thoughtfully between thumb and forefingers..]

About right... Oh yeah, if anybody has a decent knife or some carpentry tools they're willin' to trade, I'm takin' commissions for small murals. Landscape, modern, portrait, we can talk. It'll be monochrome unless you've got extra paint colors squirreled away.
ceiling_cat: hand on chin, thoughtful (i see london)
You guys usually have weather like this? Nothin' but rain and sleet... it's enough to get anybody down. [He looks back at the video feed, grinning.]

That said, since the weather's keepin' me in, thought I'd bug ya all with a question or two.

First, I'm tryin' ta fix up a place to stay. This place doesn't happen to've dragged in a hardware store or somethin', does it? Anyplace I could pick up some tools? Be nice ta get my hands on a bit of paint an' plaster, too.

Second thing is I've been hearin' a lot about what happened last week, and somebody told me weird things happen every other week 'round this joint. Anybody willin' to tell me stories about what they've seen when? You never know, maybe we can figure out what's comin' if we look at what's happened before.

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