News at 11
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gumi_reloadedDate: Tuesday February 7, 2060
Time: Mid-morning
Place: Sunshine Cafe, New Meiji lower district
Characters: Tsubame, Sanosuke, Eiji
It's not an uncommon thing for college students to be, at times, out of touch with what's going on in the outside world. There are times when schoolwork and socializing and school culture simply trump watching the news or catching a few headlines on the 'net. Tsubame has jokingly pointed out to friends that she gets most of her national news from sketch-comedy programs. And the local news? Well, that sometimes gets lost by the wayside of a student's life.
So when Tsubame stopped by the Sunshine Cafe for a cup of coffee on the way to class, broken windows and police tape was the last thing she'd expected. It looked like a bomb had gone off in the place. She craned her neck for a better look, but really there wasn't much to look at. Part of her very much wanted to hope that whatever happened, no one was hurt. A more realistic part knew that wasn't the case. But what about the people who worked there? The redhead who'd returned her book to her and walked her to class?
Tsubame stood in front of the diner a few moments more, knowing she needed to get to class, but not quite wanting to leave. She'd liked this place. She could have been there, with her coffee when this happened. It was a sobering thought. As soon as class was over, she decided, it was time to go online and check out the news. It wouldn't help what happened here, but at least she'd know what had happened. It felt...disrespectful to be so out of touch with a place she was beginning to think of as a regular haunt.
Time: Mid-morning
Place: Sunshine Cafe, New Meiji lower district
Characters: Tsubame, Sanosuke, Eiji
It's not an uncommon thing for college students to be, at times, out of touch with what's going on in the outside world. There are times when schoolwork and socializing and school culture simply trump watching the news or catching a few headlines on the 'net. Tsubame has jokingly pointed out to friends that she gets most of her national news from sketch-comedy programs. And the local news? Well, that sometimes gets lost by the wayside of a student's life.
So when Tsubame stopped by the Sunshine Cafe for a cup of coffee on the way to class, broken windows and police tape was the last thing she'd expected. It looked like a bomb had gone off in the place. She craned her neck for a better look, but really there wasn't much to look at. Part of her very much wanted to hope that whatever happened, no one was hurt. A more realistic part knew that wasn't the case. But what about the people who worked there? The redhead who'd returned her book to her and walked her to class?
Tsubame stood in front of the diner a few moments more, knowing she needed to get to class, but not quite wanting to leave. She'd liked this place. She could have been there, with her coffee when this happened. It was a sobering thought. As soon as class was over, she decided, it was time to go online and check out the news. It wouldn't help what happened here, but at least she'd know what had happened. It felt...disrespectful to be so out of touch with a place she was beginning to think of as a regular haunt.
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Date: 2012-05-11 05:00 am (UTC)So she was a student. Thankfully, he was still able to read signs, even though the ones he’d read on her were literally screaming, ‘student.’
Somewhere in between the girl’s question about a dog and her ‘Eep’, Sano’s attention was attracted to inside the burned out shell.
Dang if it wasn’t the rollerblading, dog walking newspaper kid, Sano thought to himself. The ex-op wasn’t really surprised to see Mishima in the burned out shell of the diner, since newspaper people were usually snoops.“Oh..it’s you again, kid...where's the mutt?”
This might be an opportunity to find out what happened here, not that Sano cared even a little, but the young girl next to him had been a customer, and was obviously concerned about the people who worked here.
“You wouldn’t happen to know what happened to the employees, would ya? Missy, here, was a customer of the place, and I think she’s a little concerned about them.” Well, she was probably very concerned about them, but it wasn’t something that Sano was willing to say to someone with big ears and a fat notebook.