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WHAT in person
WHERE wherever there's a street :)
WHEN Day 27

[ Wherever you are there is a somewhat ominous ice cream truck nearby. Playing its ominous music. Driving slowly. If you try to approach though, it vanishes, leaving your fingers feeling weirdly sticky as if you had been eating the most delicious ice cream drumstick in your life.

and you crave ... something... what, well, that probably depends on the person, hm? ]

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Ah, that's good. It'll definitely go better with enough help.

[nods at orga's text response and pockets his phone again.]

Do you know what you'd like to do here otherwise?

Eventually I'd like to create actual jobs but that will take a while.

I'm a detective back home, but before that I was pretty much an errand boy. I wouldn't mind going back to that, as long as it was for different people. The only job I'd really mind is off the table anyway.

I'm not too picky, so I'll see how the wind blows on that.

Most of the work here isn't what you'd call exciting. I ended up with a job at the farm because 'customer service' didn't exactly sound like it was for me.

I'm fine with unexciting, honestly. How is the farm?

Peaceful. Hard work. Doesn't pay very much.

That's good to hear.

You can get just about any job around here without much effort. So I'm sure you can work at the farm if you want.

But Heavenly Grounds is where I recommended Dazai get a job. I know the owner there, so if you'd like to work at the same place it's probably easily done.

I would prefer to work together with Dazai, I think, but I'll still take my time considering options since rent isn't a concern.

What kind of place is Heavenly Grounds?

Coffee house, very laid back, run by Tony Stark who has been here a long time and is a good guy.

How long is a long time?

Fifty years.

Ah.

He's a good source of information if you want to know about this place, but for the most part that information just goes back to not being able to leave, age, or die.

...So basically we're in Dazai's own personal hell.

[kind of amused]

He hasn't been happy about it, no.

[shrugs.]

My own run-ins with assisted suicide aside, I actually want to live, so I don't have the same problems with it. Maybe I'll take this time to write.

[What is assisted suicide.

Well, it's obvious enough to figure out, just a strange term to hear, said in that way where this is, itself, a thing, but not a thing he's ever heard or thought about.

There's apparently a lot about suicide he doesn't know, it always seemed pretty straight forward to him.

But it flavors what he knows about Dazai in an interesting way, if this man also tried to kill himself, and in another time, succeeded.

He gets distracted from that train of thought when he hears and processes the final comment.]

Write..?

I'm an author. Or- well, I want to be. I'm not published yet by any means.

Ah, so you write books?

[Orga seems to be confused like. Well like it's something he never thought about.]

What kind?

Fiction. It's not quite a mystery novel, but close.

Huh.

I never really thought about who writes books, before.

[shrugs]

That makes sense. A lot of people read things and assume the author is long dead, too. But I met my favorite author when I was younger, and he told me I should try it.

Well, it's more that I've never read one. But that's interesting.

There's no reason you can't publish here, probably.

[shrugs]

I figure he told me to try it to get me to stop killing, but I guess it was effective.

I'm not sure I'd want to publish here. I'd have to put some thought into it.