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Characters: Agent J, Mitsukake
Time: Backdated to shortly after this network post.
Location: Millennium Park Medical Associates, across the street from Millennium Park itself.
Content: Relocating one medic and some emergency supplies to a less creepy location.
Format: Prose, I guess?
Warnings: Some creepy.

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[agentpompadour]

Mitsukake asked for assistance, and that was all J needed to drop what he was doing and head out to give him that help. Finding his way to the hospital in question hadn't been too tough; after all, he'd been here before. It helped that the place was a stone's throw away from where they'd all shown up.

He made his way into the building, returning the receptionist's greeting even though she sounded just as blank as the other "natives" he'd talked to. He listened through the radio static - because that's what it was, pure and simple, static obscuring the tunes of people who might otherwise be vibrant and alive - to pick up Mitsukake's tune and followed it down a hall. He headed into the right room, nodded to Mitsukake, and flashed a grin at the attendant. "Hi," he greeted her, as though all this were perfectly normal and her tune wasn't filtered through that same eerie static. "Just here to pick up my friend."

[puncheszombies]

"Oh - hi! Right, you must be the guy from the..."

Mitsukake was filling in the last few characters of another list when he heard her trail off, and quickly (and calmly, not that he lacked practice keeping a level head) filled in the rest. Or at least what he remembered about what the rest was supposed to be. "The other office, yes. And right on time too; I'm sure I've kept you from your work long enough. Thank you for all your help, ma'm."

He managed a faint smile when he said it and it was genuine - miles and miles from anything like sarcasm - because he didn't find it particularly funny that she was the only one in the room who didn't realize she had absolutely no other patients to look after. Hastily scrabbling out the last word, he rolled up the note and slipped it into a pill bottle and then slipped that into one of the two bags in a nearby empty seat. He hadn't been kidding when he said he'd been doing his level best to talk them out of extra supplies, and thank Suzaku something had turned out as it should today

[agentpompadour]

J watched the attendant go with a smile that faded the second she was out of earshot - a shorter time period than he was used to or would have liked. That was something to worry about later. "See what you mean 'bout people actin' off," he commented, nodding towards the open door. Creepy didn't quite do it justice.

He picked up one of the bags of supplies, noticing it took Mitsukake a bit to rise. "Hey, are you doin' alright?"