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{005} Network Video + Log

[Misa is obviously freaking out a little. He eyes are wide, she's breathing fast, and she is newly blonde since she last appeared on the network. But her latest echoed change isn't anything that's visible.]

The lights over Tokyo— something is happening, I'm going home. If anyone is coming and needs a place to stay, my apartment is open to you. It's not very big, but I'll make room for anyone who needs it. Bring a sleeping bag or air mattress if you can. Private message me for the address, and if you have a doppelganger either do it in person or by phone. I don't want any uninvited guests showing up.

[[ooc: feel free to handwave Misa giving your character this information, as long as they are not a doppelganger and we have some previous CR.]]

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Who: Misa and ALL THE PEOPLE
What: Crash at Misa's one-bedroom apartment during insanity in Tokyo. SLUMBER PARTY. There will be separate header threads for different weeks, plop your person anywhere.
When: April 10-28
Where: Tokyo, Misa's place

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[He's relieved to see her red-eyed but apparently unhurt, and he's nodding even before she's said a word.]

It's OK.

[He doesn't expect a smile, so the fact that she doesn't have one isn't a problem.]

What happened? What did you get back? People don't just "overreact" for no reason...

[There is a distinct pause before she answers, settling on a lie that she hopes is believable but something she won't have to show but not too ridiculous.]

It was... a birth mark. [She presses her hand to right bellow her breast, a little higher than where she was holding when she ran out but close.] I felt it appear and it really freaked me out.

[He stares at where she's indicating.]

I guess that would be startling if you felt it...

[How would you feel a birthmark?]

How... what about a mention of a notebook with names in it would prompt a birthmark to appear, do you think?

[He tries to phrase that extremely carefully.]

[Lazarus please stop staring there. Misa shifts uncomfortably, though it is more under the question than his gaze. Maybe it was not the best lie she could have come up with.]

I... I don't know...

[She wavers, then decides to double down.]

It... it's embarrassing, but... the truth is, it's a tattoo, not a birthmark.

[Please let her obvious discomfort and shame be attributed to that.]

A tattoo?

[That throws him off sufficiently.]

Your Other had a tattoo by her breast? What is it? Something to do with Light Yagami? It could be relevant.

[Oh thank god, he seems to be buying it.]

Yeah... I can't believe she would do it, you know how I feel about them and she's even a model! But it's in a spot where no one else would see it, except...

[Well, someone she was intimate with. Meaning Light. It makes sense, doesn't it? It's a believable lie.]

It's Light's name.

[She winces, because even as this piece clicks into place perfectly, it obviously casts suspicion on Light if hearing about a notebook used by a murderer caused this. But things aren't always directly related like that, right? Her hair had little to do with the handcuffs. She can still make this work, without completely throwing Light under the bus.]

Maybe it's because he was involved in the investigation, and you mentioned names being written down.

Is it really?

[He squints. Something seems wrong. He doesn't know what.]

I think you should let me see it. Maybe I'll notice something you didn't, or get a pulse of my own, like last time. It could be useful to both of us.

No way!!

[She hadn't counted on him asking, but at least she has a decent excuse to refuse.]

It's in an intimate place! There's nothing to notice, it's just his name.

[He'd taken slightly longer than intended. There'd been a bit of disorientation after he'd used the teleporter, and the Echo on top of that, what with it having been his first time using it. But the memory he'd gained had been nothing terrible -- a welcome thing, considering the last two memories he'd gotten -- and he'd headed over. Well. He had briefly gotten side-tracked by something, hence his lateness, but he's here now.

[Nathan is still a bit unsure of his welcome, but Misa had said it's still okay and he has nowhere else to go while he's here, anyway. The knock on the door is polite, if a bit tentative. And opening the door will reveal his diminutive frame, one small suitcase and backpack sitting at his side, and a rolled-up sleeping bag slung over his shoulder.]

[Lazarus isn't satisfied with her answer, and he's about to say as much, but he glances up sharply at the sound of a knock at the door.]

Are you expecting anyone?

[Misa glances toward the door just as sharply, though she is thankful for the interruption.]

I invited everyone, remember?

[She has talked to several people, but Nathan is the only one who gave an indication he would be coming over now. Suddenly she is less thankful for the interruption. If there's one person she wants to talk to even less than Lazarus right now...]

I think it's Nathan. [She puts her hands firmly on Lazarus's shoulders, staring him in the eyes in as intimidating a way as she can manage.] Don't tell him, okay? Or anyone. This is just between us.

I know that. I meant anyone in particular.

[He sounds vaguely affronted and slightly terse. The tattoo seems out of place in the context of a notebook, and he really would like to see it for that reason. Anyone else and he would probably still press, but when she says that she thinks it's Nathan, there's a change in Lazarus.

Nathan can only help get to the bottom of this, and Misa must realize it.]

You're so embarrassed of a tattoo? I have two of them, you know...

[He sighs heavily, pinching the bridge of his nose.]

I won't tell for now, but this is suspicious and if I prompted this echo I am not satisfied with this level of knowledge. We will return to this topic.

It's not just the tattoo, it's where it is! I told you she purposefully put it somewhere only a lover would see!

[Why doesn't he feel ashamed for asking yet? How much more is she going to have to emphasize the inappropriateness of his request before he stops pressing? Thoroughly unsatisfied with where they are leaving the conversation (but happy to be leaving it), Misa walks to the door and glances through the peephole. It is Nathan. Great. She opens the door for him.]

Hey, come in... did you have trouble finding us?

[It's taking her longer to answer the door than what he would have expected. She couldn't have gone out, right? She'd been expecting him at the very least and probably others. She's just in the middle of something, probably. Or he'd knocked too softly and he should try again . . . but if she really had heard, he would seem impatient . . .

[Oh. There she is. There's an anxiety out of the way.] Hello. No, I was able to find my way very well.

[He pulls his things along when she moves aside to let him in.] Thank you for allowing me to stay. [You know, in spite of that bad Echo he'd caused you. See? Nathan does have some manners when he tries. He nods over at Lazarus when he sees him.] Lazarus.

[The note they're leaving the talk of the as-yet-unseen tattoo on makes Lazarus more than a little uneasy, but he meant it when he'd promised to return to it. He follows after Misa as she heads toward the door and checks to see who her latest visitor is before letting Nathan into the apartment and offering him a greeting.

Immediately after thanking her for her hospitality, Nathan acknowledges Lazarus, and the taller man's dark eyes linger a little longer than they might have otherwise.]

Nathan. As always I'm sure having you around will make a great many things much clearer. I'm very glad you could come.

[Misa shoots a glare in Lazarus's direction before turning her attention back to Nathan.]

Yes, it's no trouble. We're both happy to have you.

[His gaze travels between Lazarus and Misa; between the former's words and the latter's glare, he's getting the distinct impression that he's interrupted a tense moment.]

... Is everything alright?

It's all right, Nathan. I said something insensitive, and Misa was just in the process of forgiving me. Don't concern yourself over it.

[The way he stares is something that's foreign to practically everyone except Lazarus and Near. They're creepily similar, and there's language in the way he holds the other young man's gaze, something akin to remain vigilant.]

[Misa does not like the way those two are looking at each other, as if some nonverbal communication is going on between their dead eyes.]

Don't be so sure I'll forgive you for being a pervert, Lazarus. You don't want to turn into your doppelganger.

[That look . . . yes, he's definitely stumbled onto something tense. And suspicious. Probably best not to bring up the fact that he'd caused Misa to have a bad Echo before coming here. He'd promised not to press the issue anyway.

[Just watch. No idea what he's watching for, but . . . Well. Nathan is the observant sort as it is.]

No, I do not think any of us would like to turn into those. [He's seen his on the network. His doppelganger is embarrassing. And the less said about Lazarus's, the better.]

[A pervert? Really? How did she get that from "insensitive?" Lazarus grinds his teeth but says nothing to counter the claim, simply pinching the bridge of his nose.]

Perhaps we should simply move on from this topic, as it bores me.

[The ball's in your court, Misa.]

Fine with me.

[She breezes past both of them, settling down on the couch. Moving on from this topic is all she wanted in the first place. Her expression is decidedly icy as she looks at the two of them, wishing they would go away so she could examine the notebook more thoroughly or dispose of it or just have a moment to herself to figure out what to do.]

[... Does this mean it's up to him to decide the topic of conversation now? He's not good at this. Between Lazarus pinching the bridge of his nose and Misa glaring icily in their direction, he's really rather at a loss and he looks away uncomfortably.

[So what precisely are they supposed to talk about now?] In any event, that's hardly why any of us are here, is it?

[There. That's sort of steering the conversation somewhere, isn't it?]

Hardly.

[Wow, nice save, Nathan. While Lazarus isn't exactly surprised, he's still reeling from the strangeness of the last few minutes and it would have been really nice if someone could essentially give him another topic.]

So, speaking of that reason, I'm optimistic about Parliament. Between Nathan and I, I'm sure we'll be able to make whatever case we need to.

[Maybe that reminder of his confidence will raise morale and get the metaphorical ball rolling.]

Edited 2015-05-05 02:03 (UTC)

[Misa raises an eyebrow, obviously less confident in that assertion than Lazarus is.]

Two scary looking foreigners, one of them a kid... you're going to have to look the part if you want them to take you seriously.

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