Entry tags:
Holly Heights Mailbox + Phone + Inventory
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Gau Meguro
Father:
Mother: Dahlia Hawthorne (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
coreopsideae )
Sibling: Minatsuki Tamaki (medacium )
Mother: Dahlia Hawthorne (
coreopsideae ) Sibling: Minatsuki Tamaki (
medacium ) Voicemail
(555) 587-8423
(555) 587-8423
"Hello, this is Gau Meguro! I'm sorry that I can't answer you right now, so please leave a message and I will get back to you as soon as I can!"
Beep!
Beep!
Earned inventory:
-- Salary from the Agito, working as a waiter/staff from November 10th 2013 onward
-- Regain coupon, gained from the sticker event
-- Regain coupon + $1200, gained from being on island 11 for the castaway event.
--Receipt for $200 + banner with COMPLETE FAILURE on it from paintball event
-- Salary from the Agito, working as a waiter/staff from November 10th 2013 onward
-- Regain coupon, gained from the sticker event
-- Regain coupon + $1200, gained from being on island 11 for the castaway event.
--Receipt for $200 + banner with COMPLETE FAILURE on it from paintball event
--$200 receipt + t-shirt that reads I SURVIVED DARE-PALOOZA AND ALL I GOT WAS THIS STUPID T-SHIRT from dare event
action
[He doesn't move from the spot, Gau Meguro yields for no one when something is Wrong.
And something is Wrong here.
You are staying out on the porch until some context is given.]
Re: action
Ballet accident.
action
You know I don't believe that for a second! What is the truth, Badou-san?!
Re: action
[maybe he should have just slapped a sticker on his face or something, this was already too annoying]
action
Re: action
Who d'ya live with other'n Raichu-san anyway?
action
[As Gau speaks, he's marching past Badou to get the sewing kit- as well as a first aid kit.]
Aizawa-san used to live here, but he disappeared a few days ago.
Re: action
[he's one to talk; he's also just walking into the kitchen regardless of social niceties (all the layouts are the same -- it was just like a bizarro world of 1470, where there wasn't alligator blood on the floor or trash all over the place)]
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Well, yes, Rokujo-kun has his own way of doing things. But I don't think you have any right to accuse him of that!
[Going to the neatly organize "kit" cabinet to take out the neatly organized sewing kit next to the neatly organized first aid kit in an organized fashion.
Bizarro world over here.]
Re: action
[sound of the fridge, sound of shit being moved around]
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It shouldn't be so significant, but with how carefully he was taking everything out there was no way he would have dropped something unless it was by mistake, or by reflex. A reflex, incidentally, caused by shock he shouldn't be showing.
As if to cover for his telling mistake, he immediately picks up the spool and doesn't turn around as he speaks.]
He is very strange, isn't he?
[To his immediate relief, he realized he never told Badou that they were from the same world- and hopefully Miharu hadn't mentioned it either.
He could play the "just housemates" card until he had a Talk with Miharu about confidentiality.]
Maybe in his world such people exist!
Re: action
[by the time he's back in the living room, sipping it, he just shrugs in response (close call, Gau)]
I still -- it's hard, believin' that. The "world" thing.
action
Conversation successfully diverted. This time, he cranes his head around to say-]
What do you mean?
Re: action
[he trails off, plopping on the couch like he owns the place]
[after digging in his hoodie pocket, he produces the eyepatch]
It's like some sci-fi shit, y'know? My vote when I really think about it is still drugs or --
[twirls a bruised finger next to his broken face]
-- y'know, cuckoo, cuckoo. We dunno what's in the air here, an' we dunno what's in everybody's heads.
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[He stands up, and begins walking towards the couch with the first aid kit in tow. For him, changing the very fabric of reality wasn't an impossible concept to understand, even if he made sure that this was not the doing of the shinrabanshou or Miharu.
In other words, it wasn't so hard to accept that the landlord was all-powerful.]
But that doesn't make sense! If we're all hallucinating, then why would we hallucinate exactly the same thing without some sort of all-powerful force controlling what we see?
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I dunno. Just seems like it's more likely for people t'be crazy or roofied as fuck than ...some daddy-and-mommy-issues wizard asshole hijackin' us from across time an' space.
[he rubs the snapped eyepatch against his thumb, frowning]
Shit's for the movies. It don't happen.
action
He stares at Badou, somewhat expectantly, and somewhat with an emotion that can't be paired with the expression.]
So you think none of this is real, Badou-san?
Re: action
[the boy's whole expression suddenly clamps up; that single eye snaps to Gau, and then away again (something nervous, something hunted)]
[a sudden casualty is feigned (and a sudden impatience, which comes much more naturally to that quickfire mouth)]
-- No. That'd be stupid. Forget it, alright? Don't you gotta get up early to ace good boy school?
[his hand scratches a bit roughly at the lump of bandages across his nose (but all that mussed red hair conceals whatever's spooked him as much as it conceals whatever's on his face, beneath it)]
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[Nitpicks at dictation aside, Gau leans forward- pure curiosity and no hesitance in the face of Badou's unsure body language.
He puffs out his chest slightly. One could almost mistake it for his famed temper.]
If I was worried about that, I wouldn't have answered your call. I wouldn't fail just because of one night of bad sleep!
[Perhaps a bit of haughtiness behind those words, but it isn't unwarranted.]
But... Why should I forget it?
Re: action
[ignores all the other bullshit, and the scratching leads to some poorly healed skin giving way, a light wetting of blood under bandages; he doesn't seem to notice, or care, his face has been pretty numb]
[his visible eye is dark, narrow; closed for business]
Can you not actually sew? Is that why you're putting it off?