002 - audio; un: mad-dog

[hannya]

[There's a bit of rustling and grumbling as Majima tries to set up his communicator; he doesn't use it as often as he should, so jumping back into a public posting has something of a learning curve. Finally, he clears his throat and gets down to business.]

So one crazy party made everyone on this planet real goddamn tense for the past few weeks. Thought they were used to that kinda thing.

Anyway, I don't really get this place's politics, but I do know it's been tough to get a place to stay in Olympia lately if you're livin' in Wyver. I don't really give a shit where you live, and I got an open couch, so if you need somewhere to crash for a day or two, I'm offerin'.

[He switches briefly to video, just to show the main room of his rather humble apartment, where a living room breaks off into a kitchenette. The only real decorations are an overflowing ashtray and a weird cookie jar on the kitchen counter.]

It ain't much, but you'll have it to yourself most nights. I work until last call. Just drop a line if you're interested. Er, only one person a night, obviously.

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[hannya]

[Majima scoffs.]

You ain't take takin' advantage of nothin'. [Which reminds him--] You go to Wyver every once in a while, right?

[originallutece]

[She laughs softly.]

I meant when I go to Wyver, though I'm pleased you don't mind my stopping in now and then. But yes, I go to Wyver often enough. Why?

[hannya]

Oh. Well. That still stands, too.

[Thank god they're masters of changing the subject around each other.]

But you got friends there to keep an eye out for you? That's good.

[originallutece]

I do. Bigby, Aranea . . . and a few others.

[He'll recognize that first name, anyway, though she wonders if he remembers much of the evening of the gala after their kiss.]

It's getting a bit more difficult to get in and out, though.

[hannya]

[After their encounter, Majima promptly got hammered with Isabela, so not much. Slightly on purpose.]

Which side is givin' you more shit about it?

[originallutece]

Neither city is altogether happy when I leave, but Wyver, realizing I come from Olympia, isn't too pleased to let me in.

[She shrugs.]

Though they're easier than some of the things I've heard Wyver citizens have to endure when they visit Olympia. In any case: I'm hoping it dies down soon. It's growing more and more inconvenient to teleport in and out of the city.

Have you tried to leave yet?

[hannya]

[Majima's sigh is hard enough to crackle over the communicator.]

Dunno why the hell they gotta involve civilians in this kind of shit.

[Though he's hardly shocked. Politicians rarely run things as well as gangs do.]

Nah. Haven't really got reason to. I'm a simple guy, you know that.

[originallutece]

You ought to accompany me on my next trip. If nothing else, it'd make the day's ride considerably less dull.

[hannya]

I had a pin on at the gala. They might not even let me through.

[originallutece]

If they don't, you've always another way in.

[Teleporting wasn't so bad, was it?]

[hannya]

[Oh.]

Dunno if my atoms have unscrambled from the last time, doc.

[originallutece]

Oh, hush. It wasn't bad, was it? You're perfectly fine.

[hannya]

Not bad, no, but-- ain't exactly a familiar sensation.

[originallutece]

And you realize how it will become a familiar sensation?

[hannya]

[Yeah, she's just getting a begrudging grunt in reply.]

[originallutece]

Eloquent as ever, Mr. Majima.

When's your next string of days off?

[hannya]

It's hard to take a lot of the shit around here in stride, doc. Then you add somethin' like that on top, and...

[He trails off uselessly and sighs.]

Dunno. Haven't asked for any.

[originallutece]

Ask next weekend, then. We'll head to Wyver together.

[hannya]

Can you promise not to use me as dragon bait this time?

[originallutece]

Oh, hush. You were perfectly fine. You're a tough man, don't whine.

But no, I've no interest in going after dragons this time. Bring some money, I'll have to find us a hotel.

[hannya]

I ain't whinin'. Just hedgin' my bets. [And teasing, more than anything else.]

If they'll let us check in, sure.

[originallutece]

Please.

[She sounds dismissive. A beat, and then, wryly:]

And if they don't, we'll simply teleport in. That certainly worked well last time.

[hannya]

Doc, we had to leave.

[originallutece]

Yes, but we got in, didn't we?

[hannya]

Tell you what. If that happens and we actually don't get caught, I'll pay ya what would have had to in the first place.