Mingle and an Intro: Welcome to the Box!

[gravemanagement]

[ On today, a long-time business has been bought for the day and paid well. Whoever paid it wants people to eat and make merry for some reason. Must be a holiday? Huh, all devices showing the date day it's the new year. It doesn't matter what day it was for you before now, it's not the new year. And you? You are at the Chloe Café at 1:30PM.

Waiters and waitresses will take your order. Really, it's a chill time. Even if you're supposed to be dead? You're alive now, somewhere in Los Angeles, Japanifornia. Welcome and have a good day, because eventually there's gonna be a murder to solve in this big ol' city. ]

Comments

[bittertasteofdefeat]

[His expression softened as she revealed the type of newspaper that it was, and nodded attentively as she went on to explain that it was her son's school. It was noble, really, that she was trying so hard to be actively engaged in her child's academic life.

As she offered her name, a genuine smile crossed his lips.]

Godot. The pleasure's all mine.

[He raises his mug at that, in a very typical "cheers" sort of gesture.]

I have to agree on the quality of that newspaper - I was genuinely fooled by it, myself, at a glance.

I'm impressed that you manage to find the time and energy to be so actively engaged in his schooling, though; I know how demanding this kind of work can be.

[He's absolutely being polite and not fishing for more information than what she chooses to give up willingly - he's not some kind of creep, after all.]

[marlonmajesty]

Godot... I thought I recognized the visor. I'd wondered, but I suppose I assumed it had just become an expensive but otherwise-used product following your fall...

[ She'll put down the paper and take a sip of her tea. ]

I only just started. My son is eight, and even if we're exes, his father is involved. He also has his grandparents. So I try to be involved where I can be. It's going to be hard, but... I'm sure we'll manage.