audio | un: mad-dog

[hannya]

[After taking two weeks to familiarize himself with the city, Majima doesn't feel all that much less out of his depth than he did when he got there. He's memorized some of the streets and alleys, learned some local lingo, and most importantly, started to scout out some of the clubs in the entertainment district. If he doesn't get a job to occupy himself soon, he's going to go nuts.

He's got some ideas of where to look, but some of the clubs seem a bit more... permissive than he's used to. Majima doesn't quite get the network stuff yet, but it seems like a good place to poll for info.]

So has anyone out there found some decent places to go drinkin' yet? 'Cause if they need bouncers, seems like a good enough way to pay rent eventually.

[His ambitions are slightly higher than that, but always a good way to get a foot in the door if you know how to kick people out of it.]

And I wouldn't mind knowin' what's the closest thing this planet's got to whiskey, either.

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[cariad]

I care plenty about working, but I'm not sure I'll be any good as a bouncer.

But I do have a couple of friends in mind for a job like that.

[hannya]

That so? I don't mind the competition.

[cariad]

Think of it as additional help. Us newcomers should stick together, right?

[hannya]

You got a point. They people from the same place as you?

[Or time. But it's easier for him to process it if he keeps it simple.]

[cariad]

Sure thing. They're my family.

[if he sounds too happy, it's because he can't believe he's reunited with them.]

They're all bigger than me anyway so they'd be useful somewhere.

[hannya]

Huh. Sounds like you got lucky, then.

[He doesn't sound envious, per se. Just wistful.]

Hey, size only matters if you know how to use it.

[cariad]

Maybe luckier than I deserve.

[he doesn't question how the dead have come back to life. He just doesn't.]

I could swear that saying went the other way around.