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citylogs2023-07-17 07:47 pm
miyagimagic) wrote in citylogs2023-07-17 07:47 pm
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WHO: Daniel LaRusso (miyagimagic) & Broca (broca)
WHAT: Fantasy Italy meets real Italy. Italyception.
WHERE: In one of the bigger supermarkets.
WHEN: About a week or so after the new people show up.
WARNINGS: Probably nothing, will edit if anything pops up.
[ The little convenience stores all throughout the cities sure live up to their name of being convenient - especially while Daniel still isn't in the best state, and venturing out too far from his apartment takes a whole lot out of him.
But the problem is that those stores often don't have what Daniel is looking for. Sure, there's stuff there he could cook with too, but when you're a lonely man in a big, empty city - not to mention really missing your family and your home - sometimes you want a little bit of comfort food. Something familiar that these convenience stores can't offer you.
It's why the man has dragged himself all the way out here, to one of the bigger stores that actually does have a larger selection of food available - and an entire aisle of just medditeranean-style foods. It's there that the man can be found, squatting on the ground as he seems to be comparing two different bags of ingredients that he's holding, one in each hand. He isn't looking too great, like the posture is taking its toll on his body, and the large bruise that's spread all over the side of his face is probably a clue as to why it isn't too great for him to squat right now. (You know, aside from being middle-aged and all.)
At first he doesn't seem to realise there's anyone else in the store at all, but when he suddenly registers a footstep, he looks up from the bags with wide, startled eyes. A big of an overreaction to just someone else being present, sure, but when you're slowly getting used to the sheer emptiness of the city and you're still a little (read: more than a little) traumatized due to what happened right before showing up in said city?
Well, sometimes you can't help but react like an anxiety chihuahua to small things like these.
When Daniel realises Broca is just standing there though, not being particularly threatening, the surprise slowly fades into something that looks a little more flustered. The man puts away the bags he was holding, casting a glance at the Italian foods on display next to him before reaching into his pocket to pull out his phone.
He types in something on it, and then a robotic voice from the phone reads out loud: ]
Sorry, I did not expect anyone else to be here.
miyagimagic) & Broca (broca)WHAT: Fantasy Italy meets real Italy. Italyception.
WHERE: In one of the bigger supermarkets.
WHEN: About a week or so after the new people show up.
WARNINGS: Probably nothing, will edit if anything pops up.
[ The little convenience stores all throughout the cities sure live up to their name of being convenient - especially while Daniel still isn't in the best state, and venturing out too far from his apartment takes a whole lot out of him.
But the problem is that those stores often don't have what Daniel is looking for. Sure, there's stuff there he could cook with too, but when you're a lonely man in a big, empty city - not to mention really missing your family and your home - sometimes you want a little bit of comfort food. Something familiar that these convenience stores can't offer you.
It's why the man has dragged himself all the way out here, to one of the bigger stores that actually does have a larger selection of food available - and an entire aisle of just medditeranean-style foods. It's there that the man can be found, squatting on the ground as he seems to be comparing two different bags of ingredients that he's holding, one in each hand. He isn't looking too great, like the posture is taking its toll on his body, and the large bruise that's spread all over the side of his face is probably a clue as to why it isn't too great for him to squat right now. (You know, aside from being middle-aged and all.)
At first he doesn't seem to realise there's anyone else in the store at all, but when he suddenly registers a footstep, he looks up from the bags with wide, startled eyes. A big of an overreaction to just someone else being present, sure, but when you're slowly getting used to the sheer emptiness of the city and you're still a little (read: more than a little) traumatized due to what happened right before showing up in said city?
Well, sometimes you can't help but react like an anxiety chihuahua to small things like these.
When Daniel realises Broca is just standing there though, not being particularly threatening, the surprise slowly fades into something that looks a little more flustered. The man puts away the bags he was holding, casting a glance at the Italian foods on display next to him before reaching into his pocket to pull out his phone.
He types in something on it, and then a robotic voice from the phone reads out loud: ]
Sorry, I did not expect anyone else to be here.
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Were you very high up?
[ .. the man suddenly figures that might be taken one way for sure, especially coupled with his wide-eyed stare at the other.. So he does move to type on his phone again, making sure to clarify. ]
I imagine they would notice you are missing then, I mean.
[ See, even with all this talk of Broca's odd Italian big pharma-influenced world, Daniel's mind didn't quite travel away from that topic either. With how badly he wants to go back home, he can't help but think about all of this immediately from that angle. ]
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Though the irony is that Broca really couldn't care less about that. He's just managed to land himself with some pretty questionable jobs over the years. ]
No. There are people who would notice me missing, but not because I had an important job.
[ He was a long term operator for them though, and did a lot of the uh... the messy work.
Has it been mentioned yet that his pharm company also has a paramilitary unit? Don't worry about it. This is all normal stuff that isn't alarming in the slightest. ]
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Just what happens in the mind of such a family-oriented man. ]
I hope they are not too worried about you. [ He writes because of it, a sympathetic expression on his face.
Sure, not being missed at all would suck, but Daniel can imagine - through personal worry in this place - that the idea of people worrying too much about your disappearance can be painful in its own way. ]
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Even if no one else notices that he's gone, he's certain those two will. It's really a matter of if they can even find him though.
He frowns at the comment, and his ears flatten as he realizes something. ]
Given the sort of work I do... they might assume I'm dead.
[ D-didn't he just say a moment ago he works in pharmaceuticals?? ]
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....
W-What?
Daniel just plainly stares at the other, unsure of what to think here. Sure, usually he'd feel bad for the other - and he does! - but it's exactly that last point that distracts Daniel so much here.
It takes a moment before he's able to type on his phone again. ]
I was not aware it was such a dangerous industry.
[ ????
Look at that baffled look on Daniel's face, Broca. He doesn't understand a single bit about this, apparently. ]
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[ He said pharmaceuticals, right? That's what he said?
He sure did, and in fact Broca seems to realize what some of the confusion here might be. ]
I wasn't on the research and development end.
[ This still does not explain as much as he thinks it does. ]
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So that makes your end what kind of end specifically?
[ B-Broca? This is kind of an important question now, my dude.
What kind of business could a pharmaceutical business possibly have that involves combat? C-Company espionage, or something? ]
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[ This. Explains. Nothing.
Daniel you are a good man, a man who doesn't deserve this nonsense in your life right now or ever. And yet here is an almost 190cm catboy telling you about his extremely deadly career working for big pharma.
Sometimes being dragged into a strange, empty city isn't the weirdest thing to happen to a person. ]