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WHO: Maza and OPEN!
WHERE: Her hospital room.
WHEN: Today
WARNINGS: Probably horrible?
SUMMARY: Visit Momjeans in the hospital! Leave her flowers! Threatening notes! Rub it in her face that she got ridiculously concussed from just a simple metal sword hilt to the head! Sneak real food in! Fill her in on the stuff that's going down in the city!

FORMAT: Quicklog.

[Maza's in her hospital room, grumpy, headache-y, and creeped out by the note on those flowers that got delivered to her room.]

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[ He can't help a small amused smile at that, and in turn leans over her even more, briefly sifting a hand through a few strands of her hair. Do I look like an illusion now? ]

Oh so you have dreams of me, hm? [ Aand the amused smile elevates into a smirk. ] I'll have to keep that in mind.

[ Okay, hallucinations are NOT supposed to make contact. What. The. Hell. ]

You're really here?!

[ He can't help a bit of a smug look at her expression, before shifting to plop himself down in the chair beside her bed. ]

I've been trying to tell you that, you know.

[ She can just sort of... stare at him. ]

Okay. Why are you here?

[ He tilts his head just a little, looking her over. ]

I can't see if you're all right?

[ This is all way too bewildering for her. Seriously, this is probably a lucid dream or something. ]

... No?

[ He seems to mockingly contemplate this for a moment. ] Oh.

Well.

I could go elsewhere, if you like.

[ Aand he looks around the room for a second before landing his eyes on the flowers and other things left for her. He looks on curiously at the blue ones that seem to have a note tucked inside. ]

[ God she is so confused, and not just entirely on the head injury. ]

I'm... not sure. I should arrest you, shouldn't I. And you're just sitting there surveying my creepy get well presents like nothing happened, so are you sure this isn't a dream or someone playing a prank.

[ Fff he shouldn't be so amused by how bewildered she is right now, but he can't help it. The look on her face is just too much.

Wait what-- ] Creepy? [ He looks back over to the flowers, getting up and looking them over more carefully. ] I take it you don't know the sender?

[ You know, since he probably is a dream, she might as well just relax and go with it. And if he's not... well then, that's something to consider much later down the road. Right now, she's got plausible deniability. ]

Yeah, go look at the card.

[ He pauses a second to look back at her, before plucking the note off the blue vase and reading the note over -- which probably took longer than the normal person might, as he has to translate it in his head (damn Roman letters) ]

... Curious.

[ She scowls at the card. ]

I've either got a secret admirer or there's some creep who thinks this is funny. Either way, it bothers me. I was going to keep the card and send it off to the lab to see if there would be prints or anything...

I would do that anyway. [ He replies a bit off-handedly, looking over the writing once more. ] ... If I didn't know better, I'd almost take a guess on who sent them.

... Someone with good taste in flowers, obviously.

[ WELP might as well say his guess out loud then, as it was probably very unlikely regardless. ] I imagine Slade is not the type to sign things, either.

... [OHGOD WHY SO CREEPY SLADE.]

Why would he send me flowers. It makes even less sense than you coming to visit me in the hospital.

You said they were 'creepy,' right?

You're my subconscious or something, don't you know that already? And you read the note.

[ She gets a small chuckle for that before he sets the note back down and heads back over to her, relaxing again in the seat beside her. He'd hear anyone coming before they opened the door anyway, so he wasn't too paranoid right now. ]

With some difficulty, but yes.

[ She smirks at him. ] See, if it was someone I knew, they'd just sign their name. Why would they hide their identity? And how many simple "secret admirers" decide to go with Latin?

[ He looks back at her curiously. ] Latin?

Yeah, the signature at the bottom is Latin. Uh... a dead language? Spoken by the Romans?

[ Hmm no he looks pretty much like she's speaking nonsense. ]

The Western world has only occupied Nihon a few years at most, back home. Not too long ago they had just brought in trains and iron ships.

... [ She has a very convincing subconscious, she decides. ]

Right. Well, it's a foreign, dead language. I don't know it, though. I'll have to ask around to see who does once I'm out of here.

[ BUT HOW WOULD HER SUBCONSCIOUS KNOW SO MUCH ABOUT MEIJI-ERA JAPAN HISTORY ]

Which will hopefully be soon.

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Get used to this icon, you're going to see it a lot.

FFF

YEAH.

dfjk I THINK I'M JUST GOING TO LAUGH HARDER EVERY TIME YOU USE IT

IT FITS HER MOOD WELL, OK??

YES. YES IT VERY MUCH DOES.

Last tag for the evening for me, I have to be up early. <3 Continue tomorrow?

aw okay ^^; and holy crap duh o.o

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FFF MATCHING ICONS

AND AGAIN

I SEE

I don't have a sexy smoking icon, though. Although I do have one of her posing on my hd!

XD; I dunno how he'd feel if she took up smoking. prolly like her even more, ack

... god damn you very much. I'm now picturing Elisa in full 20s noir.

8D;;;

You know you want it.

Not arguing there 8D;;;

Get on aim, then.

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