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[brightblueeyeshadow]

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.

Comments

[whowillsaveyou]

The Doctor makes his way to the supply depot, intent on asking about devices. There wasn't a whole lot going on, exactly, but with all those books, it did keep him quite busy, reading up on the history of the planet, trying to fit all the pieces together... and yet the big absence of what had actually happened to cause all this still ate at him. It was like leaving out the most important detail of an experiment gone wrong - how could you ensure you didn't repeat it without making note of what it was?

When he arrives, he takes in the place. It isn't his first visit, yet any time he walks into a building, he finds himself examining it, making note of what's been moved, what was different, almost as if looking for something to be wrong. Seeing nothing that stands out, the Doctor shakes his head and walks up to the desk. "Pardon me, my dear," he says, smiling pleasantly to the young woman.

[trickntreats]

Baking required certain necessities. Necessities like actual goods and ingredients. And Gabriel was still in the process of pushing his luck. Sure, now he knew why it was a bad idea to go around talking too much about the Dreams, so he'd quit that habit ... mostly.

However, he was still in the process of seeing how far he could take the suppliers before they actually called him on not needing or not using what he ordered for the bakery. Well, 'not using' was a loose term--it was just that a good deal of what he ordered didn't always end up in or on baked goods. Either way, he was sort of getting to be a known face around the depot.

Which was why he threw open the doors and entered with a flourish. "Guess who's here!"