One.

[ambitions_are]

[Mello rattles the key in the lock of the door to the Laundry Cove of Crux Decussata House, on Wind Cliff Street, and then swings the door inward and steps inside.]

... Hello?

[It appears nobody’s home. Mello very casually drops his oversized duffel bag on the floor of the entranceway, and it hits the wood with a resounding THUD. He glances

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[gredn0tforge]

They're giving ads, now? Funny the things you miss.

[ambitions_are]

[ALKALKSDJFLKSAJ WTF Mello jumps, totally startled.]

Jesus, warn someone when you sneak up on them, huh?

[Glancing around but seeing no one, hmm]

Yeah, classifieds. Said there was a nice sublet in Template for cheap. That wasn't you?

[gredn0tforge]

Sneaking! That what they call making casual conversation nowadays?

[...djvhaj starts laughing.] Haven't got a key, have you?

[ambitions_are]

[Kind of still WTF-ing but moving on - digs the key out of his pocket and glances over the attached tag again]

Yeah, I got a key. It's how I got in. Why?

[gredn0tforge]

Well, s'pose that's the best explanation you'll get. Might've helped if they were talking keys, mind, but there's not much sense in being picky.

[ambitions_are]

[ ... What.]

You seen a lot of talking keys in your time?

[gredn0tforge]

Plenty. [The sad part is, he probably isn't lying on this one.]

[ambitions_are]

Uh ... OK then.