[the kitchen of Brooke's cafe is a mess, stuff is all off the shelves, but otherwise all is well over here. Aside from the annoyed-looking cook]

Oi. Crew. Check in. You guys okay?

[he runs a hand backwards through his hair with a sigh]

Shit. This is going to take a while to clean up. Ugh, broken jars...and the water's out too...

[so sue him, he's vain and felt like showing his face. There's a band-aid under his visible eye, but that's the only remnant of the injuries he showed up with almost a week ago ( Read more... )

[the first sound is a long inhale and exhale, as of someone smoking]

...some kind of den-den mushi...?Ah. Hello, is anyone receiving me? The idiot who handed me this thing said I could reach a number of people all at once. You get people dropping in on you a lot, do you? And here I thought this was somewhere that damn warlord sent me ( Read more... )

[The blond comes in looking less ragged than when he'd first appeared. Cuts and bruises are gone for the most part. Unfortunately still donning the same black suit, green undershirt and striped tie he'd come in with, but those are the breaks when money is an issue. He's still not use to this sort of Den-den...NV, whatever the hell they call it ( Read more... )