candothismuch ([personal profile] candothismuch) wrote in [community profile] interstellar55552016-04-04 07:45 pm

Money doesn't grow on trees

Who: Fukushi (Eiji) and anyone
What: Eiji is working at his job so he can earn the money he needs to keep living in his temporary abode.
When: Morning to late afternoon; all week
Where: A little cafe close to a residential area.
Warnings: None at the moment



[When Eiji had gone to work to begin his shift at the usual hours that he had been given there were already some people inside. He smiled at them, said good morning, and went into the back to put on his apron and name tag. At this point he knew the routine well enough. Some regulars would come in, followed by people who wanted their morning coffee, the list went on and on.]

Here you are, ma'am.

[He finishes ringing up a purchase for a coffee cake, handing the pastry over to a woman who tersely thanks him before quickly leaving, continuing to talk to someone over her phone. Once she's gone, the traffic begins to lull little by little as the day goes on.

As he considers going to help one of his other co-workers with cleaning up a little he sees the door open and someone enter. He goes back to the cashier, putting on a smile for the customer.]


Welcome! May I take your order?
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[personal profile] possessedbygreeed 2016-04-18 01:56 am (UTC)(link)
[He's moved past regretting that it happened, now it was time to just deal. He huffs a bit.] As far as I know for now, I haven't lost my job at the gates to Virgo yet, but more importantly, I hope I didn't just sabotage anything.

[He reaches a hand out to one side of their table like he was about to grab something, but his hand closes on nothing. He continues on, speaking more quietly.] I was so close. He said he wanted to help his humans.
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[personal profile] possessedbygreeed 2016-04-18 10:47 am (UTC)(link)
That's what he called them. That's the same thing he considered you and Hina. We could have left together that day. But he wanted to bring the others with him. I'm pretty sure he was referring to his band. I think he's gotten attached.
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[personal profile] possessedbygreeed 2016-04-18 03:00 pm (UTC)(link)
The other one was let go, recently, whatever that means. [It's kind of disconcerting, but they only could help with what was in front of them. They could find out about what happened to the others while they dismantle all this.] But I haven't been able to meet Nia yet.

[He hesitates before he asks this next question.] Eiji, is Ankh's Medal still...? [He doesn't really feel like he needs to finish that question.]
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[personal profile] possessedbygreeed 2016-04-18 03:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Then there may be a silver lining to this after all. Whatever these people have done to get him in the first place, may be what we need to get him home again.

[It's a pragmatic point of view, but he didn't want Eiji to carry all that weight alone.]

We need to make a plan for when we have an opportunity. I can try to tail them at a distance, but I can't get too close, or this could happen again. [He tapped the newspaper with his finger.]
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[personal profile] possessedbygreeed 2016-04-18 04:42 pm (UTC)(link)
The bodyguards are the biggest problem. They're probably just as much to keep the public away as they are to keep an eye on the musicians at this point. I told him to look for red and peacock feathers as a signal that it's us.

On the ship, I got an invisibility device. It only works for about half an hour, but if we plan well enough, that should be plenty of time. We just need to find a way to get it to them without arousing suspicion.
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[personal profile] possessedbygreeed 2016-04-28 10:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[He thinks quietly for a moment, but then it hits him.] It's just like a sting, right? We set up a situation for them, and that lets them use the device and leave.

I can probably get people I know at work to get a skeleton timeline of the band's activities. Something less public, more intimate, where entrances and exits are defined and controlled.