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WHO: Re-l Mayer (Masako Hart), open
WHAT: Sorting herself out
WHERE: Supply Depot
WHEN: April 21st
WARNINGS: None for now

Re-l - no, Masa, she must learn to think of herself by her new name - stretches her arms out stiffly. She's tired from carrying boxes, and certain now that her reflexes aren't quite as good at they used to be. It irritates her, but she pushes the concern aside. She has more on her mind than just her body.

She looks at the crates piled around her, reading the labels slowly. Oranges, apples, broccoli, some soy derivative that stands in for meat: the contents match their descriptions exactly, a fact Re-l finds oddly frustrating. She wants something not to fit more than she is willing to admit. She frowns, and unpleasant lines settle between her eyes.

This fretting is useless. Silence and patience were skills she honed in Romdeau, and she is determined to use them to their full advantage here. She will buy their lies, she will be Masa Hart, she will swear it was all a dream, and she will find the truth.

The shopfront for the Supply Depot is small and cramped, with low windows that let in a dull and grainy light. It offers no views to the outside world, but Re-l can feel the presence of the warehouses behind her like a cold shadow. They are forbidden, and that excites her curiosity. She considers trying to sneak off now, but she is supposed to be working, and who knows what kind of surveillance there is in this place.

Besides, she may glean something from the customers, if any ever arrive. Re-l tucks herself in behind the desk and folds her arms on the cold wood, letting her thoughts drift away from her. She wishes she had a diary, or a voice recorder of some kind, but her hands are empty. She is reduced to watching the dust motes dance, and to hoping for a distration, no matter how irritating.

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[trickntreats]

"Is that a promise?" Gabriel asked, grinning as he flipped the diary open to exactly the page to which she'd had it open and reached for the pen on the desk. His handwriting was surprisingly archaic and ... well, beautiful. You could only assume he'd taken calligraphy lessons and done exceedingly well at them.

Assuming the story they fed us is false: who's behind it all, the Caretaker or someone higher up the food-chain? What's their ultimate motive? How did they manage to achieve what they did with so many various types of beings people from so many different universes? Why would they bother with such an elaborate plot, seeing as they had forewarning? What happened to their own people if they needed us?

While we're at it, where the Hell is this world?

He clicked the pen off and slid it over to her again, innocence in his expression.

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Re-l grabbed her diary with slightly more energy than was strictly necessary. She read the new questions quickly and nodded, flipping the diary shut and tucking it away in her waistband, out of sight. Unless you knew it was there, it was almost impossible to see.

"Makes sense. Have you got everything you need?" she said, hoping that he would infer we probably shouldn't be seen talking too long from her words. She couldn't say why, but his caution made her paranoid.

[trickntreats]

"Well, now, that's a loaded question," Gabriel said with a smirk, fingers ratta-tatting on the counter. "And depends entirely on what else you were offering."

So it wasn't wise to get caught chatting about their dreams and the Cave as a conspiracy. No one could possibly blame him for flirting with a pretty woman.

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Just for a moment he reminded her of someone, and she wasn't sure who. Vincent? Ergo? She blinked at him a little, her confusion tucked away in her own head. Flirting she knew by concept and because others had tried it on her. She had no experience with the feeling of it.

"We sell many kinds of goods, but I don't think it's my job to offer any of them. You should talk to my manager." Her tone was cold and business-like, and very efficiently avoided having to deal with the messiness of emotion.

"I'm sure I'll see you around."

[trickntreats]

She was definitely an ice queen. It was amusing. A challenge! Brilliant! "Oh, you will," he assured her, finally straightening up and picking up his package. He waved it a little, grinning. "The bakery gets regular deliveries, you know. Toodles."

Without giving her much of a chance to respond, or perhaps far too much time to linger on the idea of him being a regular sight, he spun on his heel and strolled toward the door.