Burned All My Notebooks, They Won't Help Me Survive [Closed]

[dead_black_eyes]

Who: Lazarus Lawliet, Ray Zimmerman, and Belle Goldman
When: Tuesday evening, March 25
Where: Lazarus and Belle's apartment
What: Weird lights in the sky or not, life must go on. L and Ray discuss rebuilding Espresso Yourself, and Belle continues to wonder what the hell she got herself into when she let Lazarus move in with her.
Warnings: People in this log have a few issues? Will update if any of them get intense.



The last few days had been a whirlwind of possibility, opportunity, and the upheaval that the entire city had shared in. The large, pure gold ingot Belle had echoed back had sold to some of L's "friends" for an incredible amount of money, all of which was currently in a duffle bag in his room, stuffed in the closet along with the camera, magnetic encoder, teslin paper, pouch laminator, and everything else he'd gathered to make fake IDs. For someone who had wanted to go into law enforcement once upon a time, L was admittedly dipping his warped fingers into some questionable pies.

The day before, he'd put on his nicest clothes, tugged a comb through his hair, and gone to a car dealership recommended to him by Mack. He'd found a Honda Civic almost identical to Belle's old one, purchased it on the spot and had it delivered to the house this morning. To make sure Belle didn't miss that the car was hers, he tied the keys to her shampoo bottle, along with a note.

Can you make dinner for me and my friend tonight? Breaking one Kosher rule is OK as long as it's not pork.

-L


Hoping that she'd said yes, and noting with satisfaction that the keys and note were both gone when he woke up, L prepared for Ray's arrival.

Comments

[dead_black_eyes]

"Mack... the guy who's 'in charge', for all intents and purposes... he's got two kids, and a dog. He doesn't coach Little League or anything, but he's just a man outside of his job. He's probably bought coffee from you a few times; in this case, he bought gold from me, and I see no difference. That puts it to rest for me. So... you mentioned a location change. Where were you thinking?"

[synonymouswithdookie]

Ray still doesn't like it, but he's really not in any position to complain. Moving on, though, he hadn't really even thought of where he'd like the new shop to be. There had been a lot on his mind lately.

"I... I don't know. Just somewhere else. Not where it was."

[dead_black_eyes]

"So, a fresh start. I can get behind that. And what about the name? I actually like 'Espresso Yourself'... but I also like puns, and I know that a lot of people hate them. Our target demographic is hipsters, though, so it might be better to go for cheesy."

[synonymouswithdookie]

"I'm not sure about the name. I don't have a problem with the old one, but I guess if we can come up with something better we can roll with that too."

[dead_black_eyes]

"If there's no problem with the old name, then we shouldn't change it," L reasoned, chewing on his thumbnail. "There were loyal customers who will continue to patronize us and we shouldn't underestimate the value of a built-in client base. Starting from scratch would be much harder."