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[fortunefail]

[Ever since his housemates left, Yuan's found his home to become more and more unbearable. He's considered moving into an apartment more than once, but this place holds too many memories for him. He's lived here for almost three years now- in fact, it was Martel who dragged him here from a community building back then. There's just no way he can

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(Behold my best attempt to throw her at him. :|b)

[ritacule]

[Also walking about with supplies. Though the supplies she has might not seem so immediately practical. From afar it might look like she's just carrying odd shapes in grocery bags. On a relatively closer inspection there are clearly some scrap metal pieces, rubber things, (is that a microwave?), etc... It's a little cumbersome looking.]

(Yay! =D)

[fortunefail]

[Well, that sure catches his eye.] ... It's you.

[Now that he thinks about it, he hasn't seen Rita around much since the infiltration mission in the Malnosso facility. He wouldn't have been surprised if she'd been sent home by now, just like Giles and (possibly) that other man who was with them at the third floor.]

[ritacule]

[It's her! She'll keep walking a moment and then stop. Did she hear something? She'll look around.]

Hmn?

[He looks familiaaar... Oh! It's that guy from that place that one time.]

[fortunefail]

[Obviously, that is him. And now that he's opened his mouth, he has no choice but to actually start a proper conversation. He gives her grocery bags a quick lookover.]

That's an interesting selection of items.

[unseenspy]

[Jay is walking by with his hands in his pockets, not giving a damn about what's going on around him...which is unusual.]

[fortunefail]

[Jay lost in thought? There's a rare sight. Yuan shifts the weight from the pain cans to his other hand, silently debating whether this is something he wants to stick his nose into right now. ... Oh, hell, what's he got to lose?]

Jay.

[unseenspy]

[At the sound of his name, Jay perks up. He notices the paint buckets in Yuan's hands, so what else is there to do besides stick his nose into it?]

Yuan. It's time for a paint job, I see.

[fortunefail]

[He gives something aching to a shrug in response.]

It's something to keep me occupied, in any case.

[coveralls]

[is that paint Ellis sees? it is! perfect reason to bug the man with the weird hair color seriously, what's with all the odd colors in this place?] Hey, man, you ain't gonna paint your house that color, are you?

[fortunefail]

[Yuan gives Ellis a blank stare, glances down at his paint cans, then back up at Ellis again.] ... Do you have a problem with that?

[coveralls]

[that earns a laugh, and he raises his hand defensively] Nope! Just reminds me of my buddy Keith. [you're going to have to sit through a story, Yuan] See, Keith wanted surprise his mom on Mother's Day, so he decided to paint the living room a fancy lookin' purple. Anyway, while usin' a step ladder to paint the upper part of the wall, he made a mistake, fell back, and crashed into the television. Man, oh man, he had cuts on 90% of his body. I ain't even kiddin'!

[fortunefail]

[What the hell kind of a story is that? Yuan doesn't even know what a television is.]

... That kind of thing won't happen to me, I can assure you.

[action]

[chikaidestroyer]

[It looks like someone else is out today, in the same vicinity as Yuan. Albert has his own supplies today, which include nails and what appear to be a bag of roof shingles.

He slows as he notices the other man, nodding in greeting.] A personal project, Yuan?

[action]

[fortunefail]

[Well, well. If it isn't the real Albert, this time. Now that the experiment is over, Yuan can be sure this person isn't Raine, or anyone else for that matter. He gives a curt nod in greeting as well.]

Something like that. And you?

[action]

[chikaidestroyer]

[There's just the slightest snort of amusement as he echoes Yuan.] Something like that. To pass the time for a little while longer. [He gives the sky a glance. It looks like it will snow soon.]

[action]

[fortunefail]

[Yuan follows his gaze reflexively, but doesn't really notice anything out of the ordinary.]

... After so many years in this place, one has to be inventive to fend off boredom. [And that general feeling of uselessness, because it isn't as if your life is moving forward much when you're stuck in a village where nearly everything is done for you.]

[dawndigger]

[Simon's underground again, working away, and since he has terrible luck, he pokes out of the ground right where Yuan happens to be walking. WHAT DO YOU DO.]

[fortunefail]

[As soon as Yuan catches the movement near his feet out of the corner of his eye, he staggers backwards in alarm. He was so focused on keeping an eye out for Mithos around him, he wasn't exactly looking at the ground.]

W-what the hell?! [Is that a kid?! Good lord, he nearly stepped on his head.]

[dawndigger]

[At the shout, Simon ducks back down a bit just in case.]

Ah! Sorry! I didn't know you were there!

[fortunefail]

What are you doing down there?! [You kids these days and your tunnels.]