[for once, the store actually looks like a store! The roof is finally patched up and the walls have been repaired, but the floors are still a mess. Proudly stacking books back on the shelves, though they're still dusty and he needs furniture. But there is a stage! He didn't notice this before.]Lounge chairs, cafes and musicians. This is what the ( Read more... )

[guess whose store is the only one damaged? He's standing out with a pair of jeans and a white teeshirt and a tool belt on. Does he know how to use this? Oh hell no.]

Time to get to work.

[have a Rufus, passed out on the floor of his new bookstore, white suit with traces of dust and his neat hair now has twigs. Papers everywhere, budgets, book lists. His jacket is a pillow and glasses are on the floor somewhere. The pamphlet on his chest, obviously not at home yet.]

[have a Rufus in his favorite bookstore in an old district of Template. Deed in hand, looking out of a dusty window and looking back to his newest acquisition. It's falling apart, to say the least. The walls have peeling wallpaper, there's water damage. He's flat broke, but the books are all safe, and the cafe is somewhat repairable, not enough to ( Read more... )

[Not realizing he's on the second level. Have a younger Rufus sitting on his bed, knees drawn to his chest and his head between them. The little girl was the first time he'd ever seen someone get killed - and a child no less.]

... I want Tseng here. Why isn't Tseng here? Wh-

[and he's off to throw up again]