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Entry tags:
- asuka,
- badd,
- byrne,
- claire bennet,
- claire littleton,
- donna,
- grell,
- gren,
- ilia,
- isaac,
- izaya,
- kibitoshin,
- lana skye,
- mello,
- peter parker,
- peter petrelli,
- ranulf,
- rei,
- renamon,
- riku,
- ritsu,
- ruby,
- the doctor,
- trickster,
- tsubaki,
- uhura,
- yomi
Day 54: Sun Room
[From here. All your top posts shall be mine.]
Peter entered the Sun Room with a dour expression. Goody, he was the first one here. Fancy that. Pick of the couches was his then. Eeeny meeny miney...moe. Peter stalked over to what he knew from experience was the fluffiest couch in the room and eased himself into its downy soft embrace. Ordinarily he would have just pounced on that sucker, but yeah. His arm was in a sling for a reason. He sighed and wormed his way into a full body sprawl. He didn't care if it was irresponsible of him. This shift's only mission was to remain as still as possible.
Of course, being the first one in here had some stipulations. With great opportunity came great responsibility. Which today, came in the form of a soft meow from below. Then the sound of puncturing fabric, advancing upwards towards him. More meows, independent of one another and even more tiny punctures.
Peter Parker was now officially the cat sitter.
"...Oh hi... lonely kittens," he said uneasily as the first scrambled over the edge of the cushion. It padded towards his face. "No no, kittens don't belong near faces." He gently picked it up and put it on his chest. Two more crawled over the edge.
He had never really had a pet growing up. And he didn't hang out with a lot of people with cats or dogs, either. So of course, he didn't have a good idea of how to properly handle most animals without ticking them off. It looked like he was going to have to make up for lost time now, as the cats' numbers swelled to four. Two were exploring his legs, another batted at a fraying string on his sling, and the first stumbled back towards his face and mewed plaintively. Peter frowned and gave it a ginger pat on the head. That seemed to to the trick. He put it back on his chest again and scratched behind its ears.
"You guys had better not start doing that claw thing on my leg. I can't reach right now, but revenge will be mine if you do."
"Meeeeew!"
"I'm still petting you! Geez."
[For Elle Bishop.]
Peter entered the Sun Room with a dour expression. Goody, he was the first one here. Fancy that. Pick of the couches was his then. Eeeny meeny miney...moe. Peter stalked over to what he knew from experience was the fluffiest couch in the room and eased himself into its downy soft embrace. Ordinarily he would have just pounced on that sucker, but yeah. His arm was in a sling for a reason. He sighed and wormed his way into a full body sprawl. He didn't care if it was irresponsible of him. This shift's only mission was to remain as still as possible.
Of course, being the first one in here had some stipulations. With great opportunity came great responsibility. Which today, came in the form of a soft meow from below. Then the sound of puncturing fabric, advancing upwards towards him. More meows, independent of one another and even more tiny punctures.
Peter Parker was now officially the cat sitter.
"...Oh hi... lonely kittens," he said uneasily as the first scrambled over the edge of the cushion. It padded towards his face. "No no, kittens don't belong near faces." He gently picked it up and put it on his chest. Two more crawled over the edge.
He had never really had a pet growing up. And he didn't hang out with a lot of people with cats or dogs, either. So of course, he didn't have a good idea of how to properly handle most animals without ticking them off. It looked like he was going to have to make up for lost time now, as the cats' numbers swelled to four. Two were exploring his legs, another batted at a fraying string on his sling, and the first stumbled back towards his face and mewed plaintively. Peter frowned and gave it a ginger pat on the head. That seemed to to the trick. He put it back on his chest again and scratched behind its ears.
"You guys had better not start doing that claw thing on my leg. I can't reach right now, but revenge will be mine if you do."
"Meeeeew!"
"I'm still petting you! Geez."
[For Elle Bishop.]
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"Chief of Police, Damon Gant. L.A.P.D." He responded cheerfully as possible in his condition. "Nice to meet you there, Mister Izaya." Yeah, that wouldn't do. He'd have to have a nickname. Izzy didn't seem to suit him, so maybe something from the other half of his name. Orihara. Harry? Nah. Ori? Too obvious.
Oreo. Yes. Oreo would do nicely for this one.
But seriously, Gant didn't think sharing a little information would be too much to ask. Who knew? Maybe this man would be more helpful than Asuka in the long run, but first he just had to test the waters. "We were actually just about to swap some information about this place. Would you like to contribute?"
He couldn't imagine why the man would refuse, unless he happened to be the mistrusting type like Baddo. But if this man was smart, and Asuka didn't plan to drive him away, then he would join them. The key to survival in this place was information. Keeping one secret may give one a monopoly over one area here, but without trading that information for something else one risked walking blindly into danger. It might have made a fun mystery game if it didn't involve actual danger and potential death.
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So, as promised, Asuka lightened up and untucked her arms from around her chest. She was too tired to attempt a smile, but she doubted either of them expected one. Scooting forward on the couch to get closer to the little pow wow they had going on, the second child introduced herself as well. "I'm Asuka Langley Soryu!" She was about to ask where and when this man came from in Japan, but she would wait. She didn't want to be the one who looked insane. Asuka would bide her time and hope that the information revealed itself naturally.
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Izaya's mind instantly latched onto the word, though he didn't give any outward sign of his interest. Information was something he unfortunately lacked since he'd found himself here, but it was something he needed to work on. He wasn't going to turn down an offer to participate in an exchange, even if he had very little to bring to the table.
"I can try to contribute," Izaya said, looking at the girl—Asuka, she said?—and then at the Chief of Police. He gave the man another small smile, fighting past how terrible he felt. Appearances were important. "Unfortunately I'm rather... new, but I've picked up on a few things so far. Information seems pretty vital for survival around here, after all."
He hoped that would be enough promise to keep him in the game, but he could always keep these two in mind for later on if it wasn't. It really all depended on how much their information was worth.