Bullet 01 - Gin - [In Person]

[coldnlondondry.livejournal.com]

[There is a rather angry looking man with long blond hair, a fedora and a black leather trenchcoat, who seems to be currently wandering the streets, looking for someone. He is openly carrying his handgun, however, as though he's about ready to violently demand answers out of the first real person to cross his path.]

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[coldnlondondry.livejournal.com]

[Well, there's a familiar face, if nothing else. Which is pure irony, given what her specialty is.]

Seems that way, doesn't it? When did you get here, Vermouth?

[secretivewoman.livejournal.com]

[She gets out her cigarette case, taking on and offering the case to Gin if he wants one]

Less then fifteen minutes ago. [she lights the cigarette]

[coldnlondondry.livejournal.com]

[Puts his gun away for the time being, before politely accepting the offered cigarette, taking out his own lighter and lighting it.]

Heh. Guess you and I are in the same boat, then. What do you think the odds are that we'll be pegged as deserters when we get back home? That Person sure as Hell isn't going to buy this story.

[secretivewoman.livejournal.com]

They'd believe me and through me, you. [she snaps the cigarette case shut and stores it away]

This is hardly the first incredible thing that person will have heard and believed. --I tried the mail address, but it wouldn't go through.

[coldnlondondry.livejournal.com]

[Only so long as you're willing to vouch for me. Can't say I like the idea of my fate being subject to one of your whims, Vermouth.]

It didn't work? Then it really is like we're in some kind of weird pocket dimension. What a pain in the ass..

[secretivewoman.livejournal.com]

[Too bad for you! :D]

My thoughts exactly.

[coldnlondondry.livejournal.com]

So, I guess we're pretty much stuck playing along to this Author person's whims.

Unless you happen to have masterminded some kind of genius plot to get us both out of here before anyone notices we're gone..

[secretivewoman.livejournal.com]

Nothing yet. [she takes a drag on her cigarette] but tomorrow should give my a better look and feel of our situation.

[coldnlondondry.livejournal.com]

That figures, somehow.

Keep me posted if you find out anything useful. In the meantime, I guess I'll go back to my room or something.

[secretivewoman.livejournal.com]

Where is your room? I might want to come by later.

[coldnlondondry.livejournal.com]

[And there's a brief pause. Somehow, giving Vermouth the room number seems like a bad idea. But, only other co-worker present, so it's probably better to just suck it up. Even if she can be a pain in the ass and prone to whims from Hell.]

066. You shouldn't have too much trouble finding it. It's on the second floor by a staircase to the hall below it. Left of the main staircase. Whoever set this mess up actually put a nameplate on my door, which should help.

Where's your room?