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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as before, he found that the sink was now far larger than could possibly be practical, and the tiny shower had been replaced by an elaborate jacuzzi/waterfall combination.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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the_almighty_me
2008-06-14 12:05 am UTC (link)

At the Doctor's comment about a 'navigation problem', Doumyouji glanced at him, a vaguely confused expression crossing his face. "Ship?" He repeated. "What kind of doctor drives a ship", he half asked, although he tone was somewhere between confused and making a statement.

As Jun spoke to him, Tsukasa looked across at him, brown eyes studying the boy and a scowl immediately appearing on his face. Standing up and resting his hands on the table, he glared down at Jun. "Oi! And who do you think you are, to make those kinds of presumptions - that this has something to do with the fact that they're foreign, that they might be a different class", he snapped, voice raised. "I don't care about those things", he added, before continuing.

"If someone is working here then it would seem that they don't mind being here. I mind being here. I'm meant to be getting married. If someone doesn't mind being here then they're not going to be worried about going back where ever they came from, so why would that person be bothered with finding a way away from this place", he stated, before pressing his lips together in a line, eyebrows knitting together in an obviously well practised frown. His phrasing was awkward and it was obvious he didn't have a way with words, but that was something that had never bothered him. As long as he could speak his own language, and make his point, then what did it matter.

After finishing, he sat back down, crossing one leg over the other and glaring rather fixedly at his fruit.

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