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NORMAL DAY TIME. [CR Post]
*After a week had past and he still didn't go back home, Lambo was starting to worry. The family was still trying to rebuild from the disaster that happened and they didn't need the stress of one of their members missing. This was too much like what had happened before. He wondered if his younger self was stuck in the future again. Though, he wasn't the only one stuck <i>here</i> if Gokudera was to be believed, so....
Recognizing that there was little he could do about it until he found more information, Lambo was just trying to get used to the place he was in. It was quiet, mostly. After all the animals went away and he was once again himself the teen was a little unnerved that there weren't the customary amount of fights and explosions he was used to.
However, on the bright side, this was a very nice kitchen and he was very hungry. Cooking wasn't so hard, he's seen the others do it often. Even Bianchi, after she stopped trying to attack him all the time.
So he's pulling out a pan and a box of pancake mix and is going to attempt to make himself breakfast. Beware.*
((For the sake of keeping from cluttering up everyone's feeds I'm just going to start a thread with all of my characters on this post. Please, feel free to tag either of them. Interactions can be in person, or over the blackberries if your muses prefer to call mine for whatever reason. Go nuts~))
Recognizing that there was little he could do about it until he found more information, Lambo was just trying to get used to the place he was in. It was quiet, mostly. After all the animals went away and he was once again himself the teen was a little unnerved that there weren't the customary amount of fights and explosions he was used to.
However, on the bright side, this was a very nice kitchen and he was very hungry. Cooking wasn't so hard, he's seen the others do it often. Even Bianchi, after she stopped trying to attack him all the time.
So he's pulling out a pan and a box of pancake mix and is going to attempt to make himself breakfast. Beware.*
((For the sake of keeping from cluttering up everyone's feeds I'm just going to start a thread with all of my characters on this post. Please, feel free to tag either of them. Interactions can be in person, or over the blackberries if your muses prefer to call mine for whatever reason. Go nuts~))
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He was one of the few sane persons here -or seemed to be so far- so his company was pleasant, but then again, he didn't want to interrupt.]
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You don't have to stand there you know, Mikami. I'm not busy.
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[He steps in a bit. It was weird enough to just talk to people for the sake of talking, but here without real work, it appeared necessary to keep him sane]
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*he closes his journal, taking a drink of his coffee*
How have you been? A lot's happened since we spoke. *understatement*
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[Mikami takes a seat as well]
What about you?
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I've managed. *slight grin* I now know for certain what it's like to be beaten to death and I wish to never experience that again. *he seems to be taking that revelation rather well*
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How did it come to that?
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[There are good people in this place after all. While Mikami himself wouldn't open up to anybody, he still was glad to see that the others were at least looking out for their friends. It was what he wanted, some sort of support network in this place]
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*and yes, he still thinks you need more friendly human interaction Mikami. Workaholics are rarely healthy :|*
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It would be rather sad indeed.
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He's more comfortable in it. Almost like a security blanket.. It's familiar in a place where nothing at all makes sense to him.
He stands a moment watching the woman scribbling notes just passed his door. Before he speaks up he tips the wide brim of his hat up slightly to offer a slightly better view of his face.]
Can I help you with somethin'?
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Law man, southern-ish American if the hat and accent were anything to go by.
Adopting a sheepish, almost ditzy, smile, Bela settles her weight in what could only be considered a 'preppy' pose. Hip to one side, body tilted to draw attention to her waist and legs. She obviously came from money, and had the outfit to prove it on top of her somewhat entitled personality.*
Thank god, I was wondering if I'd ever actually see anyone in this place. You're a cop, right? Can you tell me where I am?
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Yes, ma'am. I am--or was a Deputy in Georgia. And you're at the Manor. Which as strange as it might sound is actually no where.
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Good Morning.
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herhim while he mixes the pancakes in a bowl as the stove heats up*Good morning.
*there is no way the stuff he's mixing looks anything like pancake mix anymore*
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What are you making, if I may ask?
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Pancakes. Would you like some?
*time to flop some of the mix into the pan*
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No, thank you very much, but I think I'll pass.
[And survive.]
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All right. I'm Lambo, by the way. Are you trapped here as well?
*there are no words to describe what this mess looks like cooking*
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[Except that not, but whatever. Ryuutaro opens his fan again]
And yes, I appear to have been stuck here for quite a few months by now.
[And he didn't even mind greatly anymore...]
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Tsuna-kun is going to worry if I'm gone that long.
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But I'm afraid you shouldn't bet on it.
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*the concoction in the pan pops ominously and sizzles*
Oh...is it supposed to do that?
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Well, I wouldn't say it necessarily is.