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]

[It's not surprising that Godot would find himself at a café like this one, really. Life's too short for bad coffee, and while he could easily be percolating his own - well, it's just like the spirit of ordering a meal out somewhere, isn't it? Just because you can cook, doesn't necessarily mean that you always want to do so. Far as that goes, the same could be said of enjoying an occasional cup or twelve in a quiet establishment, away from the noise and crowds of the courthouse.

The fact that there was another patron today, however, did not escape his notice.]

Haven't had your fill of the world's troubles at work?

[There's a smirk on his lips as he asks that, canting his head to the side slightly.

The expression is forced, if only because it serves more to communicate intent as an ice-breaker/something of an attempt at bleak gallows humor, rather than an honest inquiry. Fact is, on a daily basis in this line of work, you see and hear a lot of unfortunate things. Everyone has a sob story. Reading the news on top of that, some days, would only serve as another grim reminder of how terrible the state of affairs really was.]

[marlonmajesty]

That would be true, but alas...

[ She'll set it down so he can see: it's a newspaper from a local elementary. ]

It's something I use to keep informed of my son's school. Anything to be as involved as I can. They produce something remarkably professional-looking, so I'm assuming someone there has a passion for the press.

[ Well she's in a good enough mood, and Godot has successfully made an icebreaker. ]

Kachessa Strahl. Pleased to meet you.

[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.