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[Rei is working the late late shift at a seedy diner all by herself. And by seedy diner, I mean the dining room. That somehow employs people for the duration of the event but really isn't that much different, except all gritty and film noir-y.

SHUT UP IT WORKS SOMEHOW.

She'll be closing up in an hour or so, and in the meantime, she's wiping things down and getting ready. Her inner monologue is pretty quiet for the moment, focused on the mundane tasks of work.]



[ooc: Rei's monologue will appear in italics following her normal speech. But um you probably shouldn't expect her to be thinking much more than she actually says most of the time. :||||]

Date: 2011-07-18 04:24 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] turn4bout.livejournal.com


[ I demand it quick with teal courier crackling at my words. Further clarification isn't necessary. The blueberry snowcone waitress knows me by smell. She knows what I'd want. ]

Date: 2011-07-18 04:30 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] second-first.livejournal.com
[I have the cup in hand before she's done speaking. Because I know. I bring her cream and sugar too, to let her mix it herself.]

Date: 2011-07-18 06:58 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] turn4bout.livejournal.com
[ Smart dame. I take this java like it's the Ark of the Covenant.

Which it is.

I've been stalled like a boiler under the burning Alternian sun. My case is caseless; the perp almost handed a Get Out of Jail Free card.

But this liquid brown miracle.

It will guide me.

My tongue must investigate its golden prophecies.
]

Date: 2011-07-18 01:36 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] second-first.livejournal.com
[I watch her with vague curiosity. This particular cop/PI/whatever she is there are too many of these people here has some interesting methods when it comes to catching her man.]

Date: 2011-07-20 05:18 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] turn4bout.livejournal.com
[ A well trained taste muscle has no need for cream or sugar, but I confess... I am merely a neophyte. Both the ingredients for justice are slipped and swirled into the java followed shortly by my oracle organ. ]

Edited Date: 2011-07-20 05:19 pm (UTC)

Date: 2011-07-20 07:22 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] second-first.livejournal.com
[wtf is wrong with that guy's teeth.]

Who is that?

Date: 2011-07-20 11:26 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] turn4bout.livejournal.com
[ his teeth are the least of his problems. ]

Date: 2011-07-20 11:29 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] second-first.livejournal.com
[Although the letters are gone, I stare at the coffee and try to think of anyone I know with those initials.]

Date: 2011-07-21 04:27 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] turn4bout.livejournal.com
[ I try to resist the temptation to drink the java.

I fail.
]