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nysalogs2017-10-04 01:13 am
lifespanned) wrote in nysalogs2017-10-04 01:13 am
open!
Who: Misa Amane (lifespanned) & anybody!
What: Your girl is suspicious of the fugitives, info gathers, and sucks at cleaning.
When: Various times in October
Where: Around Olympia
Warning(s): none for now!
a. suspicions
[ As soon as the announcement had gone out about the explosion and the fugitives, Misa went into town as quickly as she could. There were things she had to confirm - things she had to know about this incident, and all she can think of is what would Light do in a situation like this? Try and find the truth, try and take necessary steps in case people needed to be judged.
Her presence in the hectic downtown of Olympia is not of that to aid - as she arrives she has no protective gear on - but to study the faces of the fugitives on the posters littering Olympia's walls. She lurks around the block in order to commit their names and faces to memory, and in her focus, isn't too inconspicuous about it. If only she had something to write on...!! ]
b. info gathering/rumors
[ More prepared than her first attempt to info gather, she sneaks around the downtown of Olympia to try and listen in on rumors - her hair and makeup are done completely differently than her normal gothic image, and she finds no problems chatting up almost every person she comes across. You are no exception, and while she approaches you she tucks some loose strands of fine blonde hair back into her fancy up-do, doing what she can to appear as distraught as possible. ]
Isn't it so terrible what happened? Misa can hardly believe it...
[ Rather than flat out ask for information, she also wants to get a sense of the morals of people around town, and would vastly prefer to "accidentally" unveil what people know, rather than force it out of them. ]
c. clean-up
[ You can also catch her attempting (poorly) to help with the clean up effort, a mask around her face and being very dramatic about the whole cleaning up business. Every piece of contaminated food that she has to throw away, she holds as far away from her petite body as possible, only holding them with her index finger and thumb. ]
Ahh!! So gross... [ Due to her desire to be touching this contaminated debris and food for as little time as possible, she's pretty much haphazardly throwing it away in any direction she can. ] Ewww.
[ One piece of rotten food in particular is flung from her small hand right into the back of a fellow refugee, not that she notices since she's getting rid of it all as quickly as possible. ]
( her plotting comment can be found here! if you have anything else in mind you can always hit me up at![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
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lifespanned) & anybody!What: Your girl is suspicious of the fugitives, info gathers, and sucks at cleaning.
When: Various times in October
Where: Around Olympia
Warning(s): none for now!
a. suspicions
[ As soon as the announcement had gone out about the explosion and the fugitives, Misa went into town as quickly as she could. There were things she had to confirm - things she had to know about this incident, and all she can think of is what would Light do in a situation like this? Try and find the truth, try and take necessary steps in case people needed to be judged.
Her presence in the hectic downtown of Olympia is not of that to aid - as she arrives she has no protective gear on - but to study the faces of the fugitives on the posters littering Olympia's walls. She lurks around the block in order to commit their names and faces to memory, and in her focus, isn't too inconspicuous about it. If only she had something to write on...!! ]
b. info gathering/rumors
[ More prepared than her first attempt to info gather, she sneaks around the downtown of Olympia to try and listen in on rumors - her hair and makeup are done completely differently than her normal gothic image, and she finds no problems chatting up almost every person she comes across. You are no exception, and while she approaches you she tucks some loose strands of fine blonde hair back into her fancy up-do, doing what she can to appear as distraught as possible. ]
Isn't it so terrible what happened? Misa can hardly believe it...
[ Rather than flat out ask for information, she also wants to get a sense of the morals of people around town, and would vastly prefer to "accidentally" unveil what people know, rather than force it out of them. ]
c. clean-up
[ You can also catch her attempting (poorly) to help with the clean up effort, a mask around her face and being very dramatic about the whole cleaning up business. Every piece of contaminated food that she has to throw away, she holds as far away from her petite body as possible, only holding them with her index finger and thumb. ]
Ahh!! So gross... [ Due to her desire to be touching this contaminated debris and food for as little time as possible, she's pretty much haphazardly throwing it away in any direction she can. ] Ewww.
[ One piece of rotten food in particular is flung from her small hand right into the back of a fellow refugee, not that she notices since she's getting rid of it all as quickly as possible. ]
( her plotting comment can be found here! if you have anything else in mind you can always hit me up at
no subject
[Or something like that. She glances at Misa curiously; her tone reflects that, being neither judgmental or accusing, just asking:] Do you believe all those people listed were really behind it? Accidentally, or deliberately?
no subject
[ Some of her friends were among the accused, so she doesn't really know what to think of it - her delicate finger comes to poke under her chin as she looks up in thought. ]
They were probably involved somehow. But what do you mean by 'accidentally'? [ Like - getting tricked into doing it? Her brows furrow. ] Can weapons like that really be delivered by accident?
no subject
Or maybe they were told, "these weapons are for X faction, but they're bad, so delver them to Y faction instead because they're the good guys!" And been tricked that way! ...Though, I guess that's still pretty bad...
[Sanzang crosses her arms over her chest, tilting her head from side to side as she considers.] It's not likely a terrorist group would come right out and say, "we're a terrorist group, give us these weapons!" And I don't see anyone just going, "oh, okay!" and handing them over just like that...
At least, I'd like to believe in our friends a little more, that they wouldn't do something like that knowingly...
no subject
[ Of course she's not talking about herself!! And while a part of Misa longs to believe in her friend, she also knows that she has to be objective, like Light would be. Try to find evidence and understand the crime from a neutral standpoint in order to make her judgment. ]
Did you know any of those people they named?
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Mmhm... A couple are familiar, at least. And one is-- [She pauses and there's a flutter of embarrassed laughter, Sanzang grinning sheepishly]
Hey, are you a refugee too? [She thinks so--the people who come from the ship tend to have a different feeling about them--but it's best to make sure. She looks upwards towards the sky in a gesture to indicate along the lines of, 'you know, from up there.'
it's an important thing to establish before she continues]
no subject
[ That was... a weird reaction. But maybe that's why this person is so adamant about defending the accused? She makes the decision to hide her suspicions, leaning into a facade of caring about the gossip, smiling devillishly. ]
I'm a refugee too. [ She puts her hand up to her mouth to whisper for added effect. ] I wasn't in that "first wave" that they call it, though.
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[At the confirmation though she nods, keeping her voice low to avoid being overheard] Good ,then what I'm about to say won't sound too crazy! You see-- Well. Haha... You know we all come from different worlds and planets and such, right? So it stands to reason there may people people from alternate versions of our own homes. It's definitely like that for me, at least.
One of the men on the list is 'me'--Technically. Just, in his world, obviously he's a man and I'm a woman. Our stories are a little different, and our personalities and life experiences too, but we're still the same. [She scratches at her cheek, looking sheepish, but she shrugs. Time/universe shenanigans are old hat to her by now.] So I guess I just feel obligated to help him out and believe in him more than most others would.