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[postits]

I haven't seen a single post-it or waffle in this hellhole yet. It's just unnatural.

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[ryuume.livejournal.com]

Oh! That's, um, awful!

[postits]

Yes, it really is.

[ryuume.livejournal.com]

Pardon me, for asking, but post-its are those little pieces of paper that stick to things, right? You can write notes on them for people, and for yourself?

[postits]

Or others can write notes for you. Assignments, reminders. Why? Have you seen anyone carrying a post-it?

[ryuume.livejournal.com]

I haven't seen anyone carrying a post-it, but I think you can get them at the supermarket!

It might be good for me to get some too...

[postits]

Didn't think so. They'd have found me by now.

I'm Rube.

[ryuume.livejournal.com]

Is there someone looking for you?

I'm Natsume Aya, it's a pleasure to meet you, Rube-san.

[postits]

No, but I'm looking for them. A few of them, if you want to get technical.

Same to you, ma'am, but it's just Rube.

[ryuume.livejournal.com]

Who are "They"? Why are "they" looking for you?

Oh! ...If you don't mind me asking, that is. ^_^;

Mm, Rube.

[postits]

My reapers. They were in my group, and they're all fuck ups, but I don't like being here without them.

Yes, Rube.

[ryuume.livejournal.com]

"Reapers"? Like Death?

[postits]

More like Death's little worker elves, but that's the general idea.

[ryuume.livejournal.com]

I'll tell you if I see them! I'm pretty sure that I can pick up on something like that.

[postits]

Well, thank you. But it's not like we wear the robes and carry the scythes. We like to think we're a bit more subtle than that.

[ryuume.livejournal.com]

Well, I think I'd sense something like that... That's part of my "Power!"

[postits]

Power. Really. What's your power?

[ryuume.livejournal.com]

It's the Dragon's Eye! It lets me sense things like that.

[postits]

You can sense death?

[ryuume.livejournal.com]

...Sometimes, I can. I don't like the way it feels, though.

[postits]

Sounds like a graveling.

None of us do. Some, but they're sick fucks. What happens? Are you a worker elf too?

[ryuume.livejournal.com]

Um... no, I'm not anything like that. I'm just Natsume Aya, I'm a part of the Red Feather Family, though.

[postits]

It's like you kids speak a different language.

[ryuume.livejournal.com]

I'm sorry, am I confusing you?

[postits]

Just a bit, peanut.

[ryuume.livejournal.com]

It's strange when everyone's from a different world. Um... I don't think I'm a "working elf" or whatever it was that you asked me.

[postits]

Hence why my group needs to get here.

Well, that's good for you. You'd be useful to have around. Make the detective work a lot easier. Problem is, it doesn't seem I'm of much use here.

[ryuume.livejournal.com]

It's hard because I don't think anyone is, really, I think we all feel useless...

[postits]

Good to know we all fit in the same handbasket.

[ryuume.livejournal.com]

Hopefully we'll be able to do something, once we find out how.

[heartskira.livejournal.com]

I can make Taiyaki!

[postits]

I'm sure I'd jump out of my skin if I knew what the hell that is, peanut.

[heartskira.livejournal.com]

It's kinda like waffles...

[changings.livejournal.com]

They've gotta have a waffle-iron somewhere, right? I mean, it's not like it's dangerous technology or something. And I thought their was a Waffle House right on the outskirts; looked pretty shifty, though. I dunno about the food in this place, man, I mean if you can't trust Coke to still be around, what's left to believe in?

[postits]

As long as there's a Waffle House.