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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: 2012-05-30 09:02 pm (UTC)She looked back up, following the conversation between the other two, but really had no idea what they were talking about. Except that apparently this guy who likes to hang out in burned-out diners has a penchant for being in places he shouldn't.
Everything started to make a lot more sense when he introduced himself and mentioned the paper. He was a reporter. So that made the jogger… She glanced back up at the jogger, puzzled. She stil didn't know how he fit into this. At least he was concerned for Mishima-san's safety.
"Nice to meet you, Mishima-san. I'm Sanjou Tsubame." She paused a moment, trying to remember if she'd ever run across that paper. Maybe? Uncertain, she said, "I think I might have seen it around." Granted, the fact that she hadn't been keeping up with the news was the reason she'd been so suprised to find the remains of the diner, so she decided not to go overboard. "Do you ever distribute any copies at the university?"
It occurred to her that they'd all exchanged names except for the jogger, and not wanting to leave him out, she turned to him and smiled. "I'm sorry, I didn't ask your name."