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WHAT IN PERSON, YA FOOLS
WHERE anywhere
WHEN Day 8, evening

[ it's beginning to be summer -- or something like that, sort of. late spring? the weather has been warming up is the point and in the twilight of, well, now, the fireflies have also come out.

twinkling little stars that are actually bugs. Rather, slightly larger than the normal firefly -- in fact, perhaps they seem more like will o' the wisp sized.

But still, a lovely summer. If you follow one they may lead you (crashing into) the path of someone else.

Or the lake.

Definitely also the lake. ]

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Uh, somehow one of the coffee places is almost always hiring but LuXe is headed by a psychopath with a mask so I am going to suggest you give that one a hard pass. I didn't really ask around too much since I scored my job nigh instantaneously but if you walk down the mall people will pretty much just throw employment at your feet like so many supplicants.

Coffee places... and a shopping center.

[Wow this guy like. Thinks I'm an upstanding citizen or something. Huh... I guess I did die in a suit.]

Anything more hands on..?

[shrugs awkwardly]

What were you thinking?

I ran a private security company before....

[Well you know, about fifteen minutes ago.]

I haven't been at the bottom in a while, but if I need to start over, I can.

[Dave ponders a bit as they walk. ]

Don't think there's anything as hardcore as that going on. You don't actually need that much money to live here since rent's free. 'The bottom' is still pretty damn cozy.

Edited 2017-06-13 19:55 (UTC)

Free?

[Okay that is the first thing to really seem to piece through his post-mortem chill.

He honestly looks like he doesn't know what to do with that information.]

As in...? Wait, that paper said something like...

[digging around for where he put it]

[let's him do that, but he nods]

Yeah, they aren't fucking around about that. It ain't a dump, either. [gestures to the building]

[Stares up at the apartment complex and...

Kind of laughs.]

There? I can just live there? For free.

Yeah.

It's furnished and the AC works consistently and everything.

Unbelievable.

[He sounds pretty amused by this.]

O~kay. Let's see it, then.

[Dave leads him to the elevator and gestures for him to hit the button]

Just to preempt you, no, nobody knows why or how the fuck this elevator works. You just kinda, wish in your heart for what apartment you want and it usually takes you there.

Wish in my heart, huh.

[I MEAN IN MY HEART I WANT TO GO BACK TO TEKKADAN BUT it'll get him to an empty apartment.

And when the door opens on that his eyebrows lift.

It's not by any means the fanciest place he's ever walked into, but none of those were even ostensibly his. And this doesn't feel like his, but there is certainly something surreal about the suggestion it might be.

He whistles.]

[Dave sort of hovers awkwardly behind him. He's torn between the impulse to back off and to fuss. Tries to think back to how he felt after he died but it's not really helpful, there was... a lot of shit going on and it was four years ago and he was a completely different person. He didn't even have to deal with his clothes. Orga is also not him the dude seems to prefer having his shit together and not falling out all over the place. Also he just died though and dying sucks]

If you want to do whatever I can, uh, be. Wherever. Or do whatever.

[nailed it]

Edited 2017-06-13 20:40 (UTC)

[Orga doesn't seem to be nearly as concerned by Dave's presence as Dave is. He heads into the apartment to look around. Despite apparently not being used to this kind of place he kind of has no trouble acting like he already owns it.

When he finds the kitchen he starts running some water and separating his clothes from his various other whatevers.

Also in the decent lighting of the apartment, it's obvious there is like a sort of... fleshspike, coming out of the top of his spine.]

Ah... thanks. Do you know anything about getting blood out of clothes? Expensive ones.

[ok that's, really fucking jarring. Dave can't even imagine what that's for. Some intense future stuff. It's so... protruding he has to fight the impulse to just reach out and poke it.

He does actually know some shit about getting blood out of clothes tho so he comes over and inspects, distracted.]

Dude, there ain't no saving this, not with all the vinegar in the world.

Ah... yeah.

[It's a weird little break in being Perfectly chill and he starts running the shirt under the water.]

Probably not, huh? It was a gift, so...

[Wait nope. Probably shouldn't think about that. He clears his throat.]

Well. I'll see how it ends up.

[It's not like he hasn't done bloody laundry before.]

[god, okay, wait. Dave reaches out and sort of aborts it because he doesn't want to suddenly be in Orga's space while he is handling something important to him.]

Uh, I, here give it to me. For a couple hours. I can see what I can do.

Aa?

[Pauses, confused??]

You think you can get it?

Yeah.

[You know here is the thing.

He probably DOESN'T entirely believe you because he knows a hopeless situation when he looks at it.

But he smiles like obviously there isn't any question.]

Okay. I'll leave it to you. Thanks, Dave.

[congratulations Dave Strider will now die for you.

He takes the clothes and folds them up. He's standing up a bit straighter.]

OK. You got it. Shit'll be sharp enough to cut when um done with it.

You'll he to tell me your secret.

Ah, wait, these too.

[Anyway then he takes off his pants. Which are not as bad but are part of the same suit and definitely also got blood on them.]

[Yep, that's happening. Dave manages not to be completely lame and turn his back like this is a middle school locker room but he does keep his gaze focused slightly to the right of Orga's chest and his ear tips go a little red. ]

Pass. You gotta take miracles on faith.

Edited 2017-06-13 21:58 (UTC)

[Lucky for Dave, Orga is completely unattuned to how hot he is nor that anyone would care.]

Is that so? I'll just owe you extra, in that case.

[adds pants to the pile that Dave is holding]

Bye I'm going to go make this happen.

[DAVE OUT.

He texts Kei as he is waiting for the elevator.]

yo come to my place
gonna do some time shit