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Kimihiro Watanuki (aprilfirst) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-05-19 16:20:00

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!dropped, day 08, ianto jones, kimihiro watanuki, location: thrift store

Day 8 - Late Afternoon
Who: Kimihiro Watanuki & Ianto Jones
What: meeting
Where: close to the thrift store
When: Day 8, late afternoon
Rating: PG for starters
Status: Active

Watanuki had been twiddling his thumbs in the museum for the most of the day, and was getting tired of it. It looked as if everybody had something to do, be it trying to fight the Weevils or figuring out how to break the glass wall. He had cooked for everyone at lunchtime (a poor meal, though, despite their best efforts there wasn't a variety of provisions) and he'd helped clear the snow in front of the building, but that was it. He could have tidied up, cleaned the dust from the rooms, folded the clothes hanging around; but he didn't want to intrude on the privacy of the people who slept in the museum. They had been kind enough to let him and Domeki stay for the night, he could hardly go and rummage through their private things.

He glanced at the sky outside. He was getting good at figuring out which time it was even without a watch, and it probably wouldn't be dinner time for another two or three hours yet. Domeki and Tinkerbell were definitely taking too long to arrive, and there was no note from them in the journals.
Watanuki decided that going out for a while wouldn't be a danger. After all it was still daytime, and he was bound to run into Domeki and the others midway. If he didn't, it would mean that they had wandered off somewhere else and therefore he would be entitled to scold them for acting reckless, and in the meantime he'd check if the thrift store was accessible.

He sneaked out of the museum without anyone noticed. He didn't want anyone to worry if they saw him going out alone, but he didn't know anyone so well to ask them to join him.
The weather was definitely warmer than the day before and Watanuki was surprised when he remembered that the way to the museum had seemed to be miles long. Now it was just a short stroll, even though there were puddles everywhere and after only a few steps his shoes were covered in mud.

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madeinwales
2009-05-19 03:24 pm UTC (link)

Watanuki sounded like he had a fairly calm day. There was nothing wrong with any of that, given that Ianto's day was weird. Not overly dangerous. Just very very weird. Sadly, he was used to very very weird. Now, if he only had a cup of coffee, he'd feel almost at home.

Instead of thinking about it too hard, or even at all, for that matter, Ianto picked his way across the remains of town, journal open to the map someone had made a few days ago. His destination was the thrift shop, specifically for perfume bottles and the like. Anything they could pour Weevil spray into. Seeing all the flooding, though, Ianto wondered if the shop might have sustained damage from the melting snow. While he was certain there wasn't much there in the way of things they'd want to wear, anything could be useful. So it was in their best interest to maintain it.

That and he was sort of hoping for a pair of Wellies. His shoes weren't suited to this sort of abuse at all. Pausing at the shop's front door, Ianto took a good long look around and tried to wipe his shoes off as best he could. When he spied someone else making their way through slush and mud, he decided to wait for them, to see who it was. And possibly to make certain that the way was clear for them. He didn't think there'd be an attack, though.

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aprilfirst
2009-05-20 11:54 am UTC (link)

Watanuki was not too surprised to see that someone was at the thrift store already. He studied the man as he walked closer to the shop, but didn't recognize him. He was probably one of the many names he often saw in the journal - Watanuki hadn't explored much and he'd only met a handful of people in person ever since his arrival.

Caution should have told him to be careful around strangers, but the man in front of him didn't seem dangerous. He seemed busy wiping mud off his shoes.
"Good afternoon," Watanuki said when he'd got close enough to the stranger.
Looking through the shop windows he noticed that the store seemed deserted. It seemed as if he'd missed both Tink and Domeki.

Seeing that the other man wasn't going in, he opened the door an motioned for him to enter.
"Were you looking for clothes, or something in particular?" he asked. "Maybe I can help you, I kind of live here..."
His voice trailed off, and he heaved a sigh when he noticed that the floor was covered with water. It was probably all that snow melting. It wasn't enough to badly damage the things inside, but the floor was a mess. Someone had been trampling around in muddy shoes as well, he noticed with a tinge of annoyance.