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Tweak says, "Two havles of the same soul."

Marcus (marcus_cole) wrote in mirage_rpg,
@ 2008-06-10 07:03:00

Entry tags:

complete, day 2, ichinomiya jun, marcus cole, the doctor, tsukasa doumyouji

WHO: Marcus and open to anyone without a thread for Day 2
WHAT: Meeting some fellow ~~inmates~~ inhabitants over breakfast
WHEN: Day 2, morning
WHERE: Restaurant
STATUS: Complete
RATING: PG for now

Marcus awoke in an unfamiliar room. Unlike the day before, the walls were no longer plain white, but were shining grey marble. Elaborate steel fixtures held many candles to light the space, and ornate draperies hung artistically. His bed was firm, but much wider than he'd remembered, and he now slept under a luxurious comforter. Since joining the Rangers, he'd had to sleep in some very spare arrangements. His cell had been small and bare, and on missions he'd even had to sleep on the ground sometimes. He had never slept in luxury like this, and he could have sworn he no longer felt the desire to. Nevertheless, from what Tonks had told him the day before, this was still his own room, now shaped to his subconscious whims. Where the hell had it got this concept?

Sitting up, he swung his legs over onto the floor and was delighted to find that everything he wanted immediately was in easy reach. Marcus slipped into a pair of shoes, and tossed a black tunic over his body. He made his way to the formerly simple bathroom for his usual purposes. Not nearly as astonished as before, he found that the sink was now far larger than could possibly be practical, and the tiny shower had been replaced by an elaborate jacuzzi/waterfall combination. He had to admit, he liked the ferns, but couldn't imagine taking a bath in the mini-pool.

After he emerged from the bathroom, Marcus got himself fully dressed and headed down to the restaurant for breakfast. He'd felt no ill effects from the food he'd eaten yesterday, and was determined to be more adventurous this time. What could he order that they couldn't possibly have? Making his way across the courtyard, Marcus could see that he wasn't the only person with an interest in breakfast. He wondered about his fellow prisoners, and decided to meet more of them. Finding a table with a couple of other people already seated at it, he took a seat.

"Good morning, everyone. Enjoying our breakfasts? My name's Marcus. I only arrived yesterday. How about you?"

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jun_ofthecafe
2008-06-12 08:56 pm UTC (link)

Jun beamed at the long-haired European gentleman when he was offered a seat. This man was quite pleasant and seemed to be a man in tune with himself and the world around him. Jun immediately liked him...he was polite and gracious, but mistaken that Jun actually worked there.

The green-haired teen paid close attention and gathered that the lanky Englishman called himself "the Doctor" and the rude Japanese man was named Doumyouji. As Jun took his seat, he smiled and waved back to the doctor and gave his fellow countryman a stiff bow of the head...no smile. He studied Doumyouji as he spoke...the way he held himself...his body language...facial expressions...his tone...he was a man of wealth. Jun could tell that this man believed himself above others. Doumyouji was blunt, however, as Jun's friends at the Cafe back home in Japan knew well, Jun was blunt as well.

Going around the table, Jun nodded at each in turn, "Doctor, Doumyouji and Sir, I have not the pleasure of your name...I do not officially work here. Only the golems work here for the Planet. I am allowed to work in the cafe when I feel like it, because it brings me pleasure and reminds me of home. I have been here nine days and all I can tell you is that everything is as it seems. We have been brought here by a sentient planet with deity-like abilities and all it seems to want is to keep us here and please us. Everything is provided". He touched his lip with his forefinger for a moment, "How he makes his selections is a mystery".

Letting his emerald green eyes narrow, Jun looked directly at Doumyouji and spoke bluntly, yet in a soft tone, "Do you not realize, Sir, that when you are so rude to foreigners you shame all of your countrymen? I have heard Americans speak of the 'Ugly American'. This is the same concept, I think. These gentlemen offer you fellowship and you insult them with your outdated class distinction", Jun paused to sigh, "There is no place for that here...all are equal, as there is no currency".

After his speech to his countryman, Jun waved down a passing golem and ordered a stack of waffles with fresh strwberries and a tall glass of cold milk.

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