[The device flickers on, shifting as though on shakey ground and there is the dull shuffle of footsteps, skin on wood. Squeaking boards. The source seems to retreat in an unhurried fashion and it's quiet for some time, though there is a muffled murmur from the window. And the minutes drag on and on. And on. The view is of a hotel room, window
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[This guy looks confused.]
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Mm? Yes?
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Oh, um, sorry. You just looked . . . kinda new? Is this your first time here?
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[He's picking at his shirt.]
Here?
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Well, uh, when most people arrive here, in this Kannagara place, they look out of place. Disoriented. I know how it feels - one minute I was going to a bar and the next minute I was close to the biggest tree on planet Earth. So I thought it might have happened to you as well. You looked kinda confused there.
[Yeah, she's blabbering. But it's the only way to explain it, really.]
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Mm, I've been here the past few days. I suppose I may be somewhat disoriented as this is an odd situation. Given that it isn't a dream.
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[It has to be real, right?]
I'm Jessica Hamby. What's your name, mister?
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[He isn't certain as to what his prior self would have answered but, as has grown rather accustomed to it:]
Oh, that was rude of me. You may call me Ryuuzaki.
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When you have a dream within a dream, you wake up.
I haven't waken up yet.
[She pauses.]
What, you Japanese or something?
[A random blurting because she realizes that unless this is a different Ryuuzaki, then this might be the guy Matt mentioned to M back when they are high. It might not mean something because they were high and were probably talking out of their butts, but it's enough to give her pause for just a bit.
If it's the same Ryuuzaki, then what does this mean for the business deal?]
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[A sound of assent without hesitation.]
Mixed, though I wasn't raised in Japan.
[As fluent as he may be, he does tend to alip occasionally. It wouldn't do to play that role.]
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Oh, uh. Hmm. I think I'm just English with some German. Or Scottish. Or something like that. I never been to the family reunion as far as I can remember.
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[He sniffing at tea still, acting overly selective if only to frustrate, as he is bored and mildly depressed now that the fact's sinking in.]
Mm, I see. [Licks fingertip and dips to catch some and taste, raw.] Reunions are not terribly entertaining events.
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