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[ Phone : Drone Filter ]
After all the tricks, does this place really expect me to open a box sitting innocently under the Christmas tree I didn't even help set up, just because it has my name on it?

[ There is a pause as he considers it. ] Right. I didn't think so.


((OOC: Action open to housemates and/or any guests for that morning, or anyone who would reasonably stop by 840 Hastings.))

/o/

Date: 2012-01-06 11:49 pm (UTC)
heartmaestro: (♪♫ and I can't refuse)
From: [personal profile] heartmaestro
I did. It's in perfectly good condition, plus I was on the assumption that it was yours. I wanted to return it to you.

Date: 2012-01-07 12:35 am (UTC)
heartmaestro: (♬ but will it ever be enough?)
From: [personal profile] heartmaestro
[Another pause.]

I do do most of my transportation either via walking or via car. So I suppose I don't.

Date: 2012-01-07 12:42 am (UTC)
heartmaestro: (♯ I care not for the Underworld)
From: [personal profile] heartmaestro
Well, yes. I'm going to be 20 years old in the spring, so it's natural I've learned how to drive...

If you wish. I live at 728 Anderson lane.

Date: 2012-01-07 12:59 am (UTC)
heartmaestro: (♪♫ you're my shooting star)
From: [personal profile] heartmaestro
[She doesn't seem affected.] I've been told that, before.

[A small hum of acknowledgement.] Take your time. But I highly doubt it's anything less than simply something from your world that you've lost.

Date: 2012-01-07 01:31 am (UTC)
heartmaestro: (♬ instead of rushing towards the skyline)
From: [personal profile] heartmaestro
[Well, considering she just got back a 50-pound box of newspaper/book clippings she cut out during her social isolation period....]

I think I understand.

[There's a tiny gulp, almost a sound like she's going to cry. But when she speaks again, her voice is clear.] Be careful.

[And whenever Touma gets there, the porch light will be on, but all the blinds in the front of the house will be closed.]
Edited Date: 2012-01-07 01:32 am (UTC)

Date: 2012-01-07 01:47 am (UTC)
heartmaestro: (♬ you made a deal and now)
From: [personal profile] heartmaestro
[Oh, if only he could tell. Because when she opens the door and gives her customary bow and hello

the house is filled with paper.

Nigh-literally. There are paper clippings on almost every visible surface of the living room behind her. Some in foot-high stacks, some just piled in bunches...and there's also a piece caught in between her hair bobble and hair.
]

Please excuse the mess. I've kept the bicycle inside so it would not be dirtied by the snow and salt.

Date: 2012-01-08 11:25 pm (UTC)
heartmaestro: (♬ here I am; a rabbit-hearted girl)
From: [personal profile] heartmaestro
[Blink-blink.]

One of the packages I received this Christmas. [And that's basically all she says, turning around and striding back into the house, towards some place in the back. She doesn't touch the front door, so take it as an invitation inside.]

Date: 2012-01-08 11:59 pm (UTC)
heartmaestro: (♯ Pity.)
From: [personal profile] heartmaestro
[Most of them look like clippings cut out of books, newspapers, and magazines. They all mention someone called "Dr. Ichinose" and seem to be about this person's accomplishments. And no, most of them are just strewn around, stacked from the sheer number of them.]

Yes. This one came in the mail. My dress was under the Christmas tree, but in similar packaging.

Date: 2012-01-09 12:07 am (UTC)
heartmaestro: (♯ lying curled in the circles of hell)
From: [personal profile] heartmaestro
[Near the back of the house, she pries open a door. It seems to be a closet of some sort. There's standard drone items in it, but clashing horribly is the bike propped up against the side wall.]

I spread them out. I wanted to read them all.

Date: 2012-01-09 12:12 am (UTC)
heartmaestro: (♪♫ I'm fed up in here)
From: [personal profile] heartmaestro
[She puts her hand up to her chin, seeming to legitimately consider this.]

That's true. I'd always been used to having them up on my walls at home, though...but keeping them organized might be better.

[There's a pause.]

I don't believe I've introduced myself, either. I'm Kotomi Ichinose.

Date: 2012-01-09 12:45 am (UTC)
heartmaestro: (♬ so shiny and new)
From: [personal profile] heartmaestro
[She picks out the one that's stuck in her hair, looking at it a little forlornly.]

Please, just Kotomi. I'm not fond of formalities. [There's a few hatboxes (with frilly 40s hats still in them) on top, but other that, the path is pretty clear. ...but this Touma we're talking about.]

Date: 2012-01-09 12:52 am (UTC)
heartmaestro: (♯ that pines to fly south)
From: [personal profile] heartmaestro
[Kotomi yelps as the boxes go tumbling.]

A-Ah...are you alright...? [She crouches down, trying to stuff the fallen boxes on a higher shelf.]

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