a wild fish approaches

[thelivingend]

Here is a short man, pale as milk, soft as a pillow, carrying a clipboard and pen and wearing a button that bears the letters ODTAC in yellow. Black suit, black tie, black shoes, black bed-head. Both his posture and the dusky heaviness of his eyelids suggest drowsiness, but he's wearing an interested expression regardless, clearly making an effort

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[lily_schlaflied]

Shiori sighs. She still hasn't found any way to get back to her world. At least she isn't panicking any more?

She stops when she hears the short man's question. Maybe if she answers his questions, he'll reciprocate. He seems a little rough around the edges to her, but that had never stopped her from talking to anyone. It was not, after all her's to judge.

"Ah...yes, I do." The words still feel awkward in her mouth, and sound it too. If there's one good thing that's come of all this, it's the chance to practice her English.

[thelivingend]

"Sweet. Don't worry, this won't take too long." The scents of cigarette smoke and intensely minty gum may waft her way as he approaches, appearing friendly and at least somewhat confident. Sort of. He does not shake hands.

"Um, I'm out here on behalf of the Organ Donor and Transplant Association of Canada. See, uhm, ODTAC," he pronounces it like odd-tack, "just started a new program a while ago, so like, we're informing the public and stuff. How...how much do you know about the undead population of Canada?"

Oh god he's not even sticking to the script, this is a disaster, help.

[lily_schlaflied]

Shiori's mouth drops open and a hand goes to her chest. "Undead?" She glances around, thoroughly spooked. "In Canada?"

Yeah, she just has no idea what to say to that and will stand there spluttering. He's just so forward about it.

[thelivingend]

Rather than reacting to her nervousness by becoming nervous too, Fish wills himself to smile a bit. That always seems to help. ...Usually.
Sometimes.
Okay, it doesn't help much at all, but at least he's not looking unintentionally shifty this time.

"Yeah. They're..." We're? They're. "...basically like a subculture, I guess? Not, like, running around eating babies or whatever. It's all pretty civilized. Um, and we'd like to keep it that way, so...ODTAC has started up this program, called Corporeal Repurposement..."

[returntous]

"Maybe. Got a dollar?" Mabel is a teeny tiny bit dead. It's hardly noticeable. She is also, inexplicably, carrying a metal bat and wearing the brightest pink sundress in the world.

[thelivingend]

"Uh...maybe. Why?" THIS WAS NOT PART OF HIS PLAN, OH GOD.

Fish has basically no ability to detect deceasedness at a distance, so that can of worms shall remain sealed for now. Damn, though, that is one hell of a dress.

[returntous]

Mabel can get a good feel for people just by looking at them - and she has a particular knack for spotting dead folks. But she tends to be pretty open to people when they aren't trying to eat her, and besides, some of her best friends are dead (well, sort of. It's complicated).

"Isn't my time worth a dollar?" This is meant to be teasing, but she's a tab bit too forceful about it.

[thelivingend]

He blinks twice, yes really, just like a cartoon character (he basically is one, sometimes), looking bewildered. "I guess? I mean, it might be, but that kinda... defeats my purpose a little."

[doctorsmurfette]

A young woman in a lab coat is sitting at a nearby table, studying some printouts. She looks up and cocks her head, studying the man with the button. A vampire. She hasn't seen one in a while. She wonders if this one has a soul. Why not find out? After a moment she seems to come to a decision.

"I have a minute, yes."

Although she's taken to wearing a light perfume -- humans seem to expect that of each other -- he might notice that there's no other scent to her. Nothing organic other than, possibly, scents clinging to the fabric of her clothes. But underneath, nothing.

[thelivingend]

Fish has some hellaciously strong mint gum tucked between his teeth and his cheek right now, if you want to know the truth, so he's not scenting much of anything on anyone. Should she happen to randomly grab him and jam his face into her cleavage or something, though, he may detect the absence of scent (or rather, not), so consider it duly noted.

"Yay." Yes, he did actually say that, more or less calmly. "Uhm, I'd just like to ask you a couple questions on behalf of the Organ Donation and Transplant Association of Canada..."

[doctorsmurfette]

That's an odd choice for a vampire, at least in her opinion. Most of the ones in her world seem to gravitate toward blood banks. Interesting! Congratulations Fish, you have piqued a god-king's curiosity.

"All right. Is it a problem that I'm not actually Canadian?"

She'll just leave out the whole thing about not having any internal organs of the sort they might need or want; explaining what she has instead would take several hours and possibly a few courses in quantum physics.

[theoryandproof]

"In my pocket, baby. What's up?"

[thelivingend]

Fish suspects this lady has a watch in her pocket and is just being a sassypants, or something, but he shall keep this thought to himself and enjoy it privately.

"Uhm, well, the Organ Donation and Transplant Association of Canada has just started this new program, Corporeal Repurposement... have you heard about it at all?"

[theoryandproof]

"Nope."

yes, 'sing'

[thelivingend]

"Okay. Basically, it's... you know how people sometimes sign up to have their organs donated to, like, people who need them...for surgery and stuff?" God, he sounds brilliant. "Or sign themselves over to science for...learning. Purposes. After they die, I mean. It's a lot like that."

[yesconsiderably]

Once in a while, even an international superspy has to take a break from doing dangerous spy-stuff and slum a little. And these days, Xanadu is Bond's favorite slumming spot -- free drinks, never boring, and blessedly off the grid.

He strolls up to the young man, hands in pockets and smirk firmly affixed, and eyes the button with mild curiosity. "That depends on what you plan to use the minute for."

[thelivingend]

By the look of things, he plans on using the minute to stare, unblinking, until his eyes dry out completely. ...No, wait, there he goes. His eyelashes flutter briefly, even, as though this will assist him in collecting himself.

"Uhm... well, I'm here on behalf of... stuff." Yeah, great. "I mean, Canada. The Organ Donation and Transplant Society of Canada." That last part comes out a bit too quickly.

...hi.

[yesconsiderably]

"Really." The tone denotes no higher level of curiosity than before, but an additional touch of amusement. And potentially lethal levels of smugness, because Bond is pretty sure he's been recognized, and he kind of loves when that happens. "I hope you're only collecting signatures, and not the organs themselves."

[thelivingend]

"No, yeah, that's all." That made basically no sense. Try again? "I mean, that's pretty much it. It's not, not like a regular organ donation thing, though, but it's the same idea. Are you in...terested?"

That pause doesn't mean anything in particular; in fact, he's wondering why it even happened. Check out his eyes, they're the size of moons. (And yes, that is probably eyeliner.)