Day 43: Sun Room, Second Shift

[arc-wrench.livejournal.com]

When the shift changed, HK stayed put. Even after a long night of zombie killing, he had no interest in meatbag fuel, especially after all the discussion of chocolate with that rather strange meatbag. It was just making him crave the stuff even more than he had previously, if that was possible.

Oh, right. He was supposed to be looking for someone who was "VERY LARGE, WITH DARK HAIR." And also seemed to not know what lower-case letters were on the bulletin. As if that would help. He'd seen a likely candidate last shift, but talk of chocolate had distracted him.

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[catstreetblues.livejournal.com]

"Or he's got a really lucrative defense contract with the states," Sanae said, scratching his chin. "Money's always a factor." These mad scientist types were always easy to predict; he was looking forward to the day when one of them didn't go according to script. That'd be one scientist he'd be willing to meet.

Apollo's question hardly threw him for a loop; he was especially good with this one. Without missing a beat Sanae's eyebrow rose. "Me? A barista...with super powers?" He laughed genuinely. "Gotta be kidding me! If you're looking for a Japanese Superman, you're looking at the wrong guy. I'm a pretty good artist, though. My stuff seems to connect well with people; they get the message loud and clear."

[mister-fine.livejournal.com]

Given how running a place like this couldn't be cheap (he'd discussed as much with Haruno in the cafeteria earlier), Apollo was certain they had to be making a profit somehow. Otherwise, it was only a matter of time before Landel ran out of resources, and this operation tanked. It wasn't something he liked to admit, because that could only mean there were more people in on this than they even realized. But Apollo knew he couldn't deny it was a very real possibility. That just would have been impractical.

"Hahah, yeah...a barista with super powers," he said feebly. It sounded ridiculous on the surface, but then, so did a lot of the things he'd heard lately. Really, a barista with powers would be almost normal. Heck, he was basically a defense attorney with weird powers, right?

He was about to ask more about Mr. Hanekoma's art when the intercom sounded, and, sure enough, the I.R.I.S. system was there to greet them.

Apollo turned back toward the man as the nurses began to round up patients. This "visitor" stuff sounded pretty creepy, and he just had to hope he wouldn't get called for anything like that today. "Well, it was nice meeting you." Sorta, anyway. "I'd like to talk again in the future, if you don't mind."

[catstreetblues.livejournal.com]

"Anytime, Nerves." Sanae waved goodbye and then sighed as a nurse stopped dead in front of him. Time to go; maybe he'd go find Joshua. The kid hadn't replied to his board message, but he knew his boss would want to talk as soon as possible. Or he could have some fun...

"Arts and crafs, I think," he said without thinking as he stood up. Without even bothering for any further conversation, Sanae had wandered out of the room.