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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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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.

[He isn't quite sure whether he's feeling encouraged or not. Lazarus expressing some confidence helps, but while Misa has stopped outright glaring, her dubious look is not helping him. And neither are her descriptors.]

I have told you before that I am not a child . . . [Absolutely no bite in his voice. But apparently he has to correct her again. And while he won't actually argue it, he has no idea where she gets the impression that he's scary-looking. Strange-looking, he understands. But scary? He's the furthest thing from that.] But I suppose we could use some help.

[Lazarus rolls his incredibly round and western-looking eyes at Misa's observation.]

I'm a quarter Japanese. You mean that isn't enough between the two of us?

[Sarcasm in spades.]

Edited 2015-05-05 03:43 (UTC)

[A noncommittal mhm is all the response Nathan's comment gets. Lazarus she ignores entirely.]

Clothes that fit would be a start.

[She glances from Nathan to Lazarus.]

And clothes that don't look like they came out of a dumpster.

[He honestly does understand why she doesn't believe him, but a fact is a fact and he isn't a child.

[He curls a finger into his hair at her assessment. It isn't as though this is the first time he's been criticized for his manner of dress, but considering their intentions, having it pointed out right now is making him feel terribly self-conscious.] Probably, yes. [He thinks "dumpster" is a little harsh, but he's not arguing.]

[Lazarus bristles slightly at the uncharitable description. Just because his manner of dress is a little on the severe and scruffy side doesn't mean he would ever go rooting in a dumpster for the torn and textured pieces he favors; it's far too dirty.]

You seriously think that what we're wearing will make any difference at all? If our arguments are strong enough it shouldn't matter what we look like.

Don't be an idiot. Appearances matter whether you like it or not. You could have the best argument in the world, but no one is going to listen to you if you show up wearing a trash bag.

[She sighs heavily, the venom in her voice slowly starting to dissipate as she gets her vicious barbs in. It's one way to deal with how very vulnerable her echoes have left her feeling.]

I'll take you both shopping, before the hearing.

[In comparison to Lazarus's bristling, Nathan just absorbs the harsh words. They always stop faster when you don't dispute them. Just. Keeps curling his finger into his hair, offers no protest.]

If you insist it is necessary. [He isn't thrilled about the prospect. He can't imagine clothes that fit being very comfortable.]

[Being called an idiot does nothing for his bristling, except deepening it out to outright sulking.]

Shopping... I really hate shopping. Can I just pay you to not make me go?

[This is what you get for trying to see her breasts, Lazarus. Misa seems to perk up the sulkier he gets, like some sort of emotion-vampire.]

It's totally necessary. I want you both to make the Numbered look good, and they're sure to pay attention to your plan once I'm done making you both over!

[He doesn't say anything, takes a seat, sliding the backpack off his shoulder. The whole prospect of the shopping trip and a "makeover" and speaking to the government is just all piling up and making him feel less and less comfortable. The hair-twirling isn't enough to calm this.

[So this is the point where he unwinds his finger from his hair, opens the backpack and pulls out a recently-acquired toy robot, of course. Perhaps this will distract him from his discomfort better.

[... Nathan, you just said you weren't a kid.]

[Don't think he doesn't notice that somehow, she's actually cheering up the more bristly and reluctant he gets. He sulks unapologetically, even if he does see her point, and the fact that he doesn't argue it is probably ample proof that at least part of him is willing to accept that she's right.

He tries to find a good middle point between staring and looking away when Nathan takes out his toys. He's not really in a place to judge when it comes to weird habits, but it's a little disconcerting.]

[Misa stares outright as Nathan pulls out a toy robot. What was that about not being a kid?]

... What are you doing?

[The staring really isn't making him feel any better. He fidgets with the toy.]

... I just need to do something calming. [That's essentially all it is, really. Nevermind the strangeness of it. Nevermind he's never done this before. He just feels like it will relax him.]

[Lazarus sighs into one of the awkward pockets of silence. Of anyone, he can appreciate self-soothing behavior, but there's being decently subtle about it, and then there's... this.

He take a deep breath, then ultimately decides to hold his tongue. He made a decision a long time ago to mentor Nathan without trying to change him, and if that means some eccentric behavior, it's not his place to call a kettle black.]

When are we going? I'd prefer to get it over with.

We can go as soon as Nathan is done playing with his toys...

[Misa is still staring at him, expression distinctly judgmental. Playing with a robot calms him down? Like a child's blanket, or favorite doll? All the makeovers in the world aren't going to help people take Nathan seriously if he pulls out those during the meeting.]

[He ducks his head down even further as the staring continues. That is not helping. The more uncomfortable he gets, the more he wants to focus on the toy.

[And he finally just can't take the staring anymore and shoves the toy back into the backpack.] I'm sorry.

[The toys are a harmless thing, but clearly they're wrong somehow and he should stop. It's bothering her and he doesn't want to bother anyone.]

Don't be sorry.

[Lazarus shoots Misa a glance of the significant kind.]

It's hurting nothing. Do what you need to, Nathan.

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