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[sing_bluesilver]

[ There are many strange things at the Home Decor Imports on Docking Bay 11. So many interesting things that Ryuuichi has gotten bored quickly and was now sitting there playing with a rather creepy bank while a banana fan spins rather helplessly near his head. ]

...Well, this place is a bit dull.

[ A rather large alien appears and sort of looms

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<3 /invades

[notashrink]

[Yeah...Hiro'd say he was lost. Yeah, this whole alien marketplace-thing was cool and all, but, at a certain point, a guy's gotta eat, y'know? Plus, he was craving a cigarette like something awful...]

What the heck is alien for "may I bumb a smoke?"

[He wasn't expecting an answer, but, who knows. In this kind of place there could very well be a magical question-answering genie that floats up and provides epiphanies when people resort to talking to themselves.]

yay!

[sing_bluesilver]

[ Have Ryuuichi wave and abandon the bank and the alien who was now covered in push pins. ]

You didn't get your Babel fish yet?

[ No huge welcome, no sudden showers of exploding people just a smile and an offered pack of smokes. ]

As the song goes 'c'mon in, sit right, daddy let your mind roll on'.

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[notashrink]

Not that I know of.

[Hiro takes the pack somewhat reverantly. He could totally kiss you right now.

Have a grin.]

You just kind'a saved my life, you know that?

[Or, contributed to his slow death via cancer stick. Either way, he's not wasting any time digging in and lighting up.

...come to, why did Ryuuichi have cigarettes? Was he a smoker...?

Eh. Why not.]

Want one?

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[sing_bluesilver]

They didn't stick a fish in your ear?

[ Ryuuichi laughs and sticks his foot out to trip the alien up, who looks like it was just trying to get away from the store and the weird human minding it. ]

I guess so. I mean I know how it gets.

[ Snickers and takes the pack back, digging a smoke out and lighting up via a book of matches. ]

Don't mind if I do.

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[notashrink]

Not unless it's part of a two-for-one deal with memory loss.

[Hiro watches as Ryuuichi trips up some poor, unsuspecting alien.

You really shouldn't make him laugh so hard when he's in the middle of taking a drag.]

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[sing_bluesilver]

I really don't know if it is or isn't right now.

[ The alien is really just trying get away by now. Don't mind it as it slowly makes its way out of the shop;. ]

Did you get anything at all? A Guide or a towel?

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[notashrink]

...why does it not surprise me that they really have two-for-one deals with memory loss here.

[It all made sense really.]

A guide, towel, and paperwork. [Mostly paperwork.] No room or anything, but, from what I hear, it's the towel that's important.

[He motions towards his hip, where the aforementioned towel is hanging looped around his belt.]

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[sing_bluesilver]

It seems to be the usual luck for anyone around here.

[ It does in that weird way. ]

I guess that if you lose your towel people think you're a giant idiot.

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[notashrink]

Yeah, well, seems like a bunch of us ended up here by having our planets destroyed. It's reasonable to imagine we've all hit some kind of bad luck streak.

[Hiro stretched, mindful to not knock into any of the display items.]

At least my bike and guitars showed up with me, huh? [Have a grin. Bikes and guitars always make Hiro grin--especially in combination.]

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[sing_bluesilver]

I guess so. But really, it happens all the time according to the Guide.

[ Go ahead, knock them over. Ryuuichi is bored with them. ]

Really? You've got your guitars? Wanna jam?

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[notashrink]

Makes you wonder if that's infinite improbability or standard probability at work. [What was the prevalence rate of planet destruction? Had anyone done a study? ...they must have. Is it weird that he fully intends to go in search of said study(studies?) later...?]

[------wait. Hold. Pause. Rewind! Stop everything!]

...you play...?

[...sing? Surely he meant sing. But, Hiro could have sworn...]

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[sing_bluesilver]

Some days I think it's bloody stupid probability at work since there are things that never make sense happening.

[ Oh yeah, he remembered that Hiro was the geek of the band. He wasn't suppose to act like he knows this stuff but hey, new subject away! ]

I play guitar and piano and harmonica.

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[notashrink]

...harmonica?

[Ryuu, you'll excuse Hiro if he stares at you for a moment, won't you? Nothing awestruck, just a bit amused. If you hadn't slipped in that bit about "bloody stupid probability," he may be looking at you like you'd grown an extra set of heads. As is, he's running more with the logic that he misread you to begin with. After all, you also seem to smoke, quote Janis Joplin, and torment unsuspecting aliens--all without a fluffy bunny or catch-phrase in sight. More low-key oldschool rocker, less bouncy man!child.]

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[sing_bluesilver]

Yeah. You know, a long piece of metal that you blow.

[ Oh c'mon Hiro, you should have realized that none of the Graspers were exactly what they appear to be at first. Even sweet looking Noriko was all grriness and snark when you get her alone.

And yes, he did purposely make it sound dirty. ]

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[notashrink]

Huh. And here I thought it was something you ate.

[Give him a break! Hiro just accepts things as they come. If Noriko's snark and grr, then Norkio's snark and grr--not another thought to it. You aren't the centres of everyone's world.

But, two can totally play at that phrasing game.]

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[sing_bluesilver]

Only if you can relax your throat and open wide.

[ And he'll keep on going with this word game until one of them starts laughing or dies from embarrassment. ]