EVENT LOG: ON TODAY'S EPISODE...

[lucetimods]

Who: Everyone and everyone's evil twin.
What: Drama! Romance! Gripping soliloquies! Otherwise known as our SOAP OPERA EVENT.
When: April 26th - April 30th
Where: All 'round town and coming to a TV guide near you.
Summary: For more information, see this post.
Rating: Keep it PGish! Take anything too raunchy to your appointments posts, darlings.

Log for any and all events around town during the event. But also feel free to do your own posts as well! And yes, this will be the only mass log for the whole weekend.

HAVE FUN.

Comments

[goldenglasses]

[Let's say he might have mentioned he was in room 20 and not that the mun forgot.

Currently it's Vash in control of the body and he has fallen asleep on the couch in the living room. Still dressed in his cowboy duds as he gently snores under that hat.

Will the loan shark knock or let himself right in?]

[monocledman]

[That's right, room 20. He steps up to it and knocks three times, firmly. He has no intention of getting into the wrong sorts with the wrong people. Beyond what's already been done, of course.]

[goldenglasses]

[Vash comes awake and yawns.] I'm coming. [With a yawn he opens the door.] Oh, hey! It's you! Come on in.

[monocledman]

Have I disturbed you? My apologies.

[But he tips his hat and comes on in anyway, giving the apartment a casual glance around.]

I should only be a moment. I trust you know why I'm here?

[goldenglasses]

No, it's alright. I just fell asleep on the couch. I needed to get up anyway. [The room is fairly empty and rather clean. A couch, a chair, and a coffee table that has a few empty liqueur bottles on top of it. Oh and a rather large cross wrapped up in a cloth leaning up against the wall. No art work or anything really personal besides the cross in the room.]

Yeah, the bandage! Hold on, I keep them in the bathroom. I'll go get them.

[monocledman]

Take your time.

[He scrutinizes the wrapped up cross in the meantime. A curious decoration... Though shaped much like a religious cross, its style doesn't look particularly reverent.]

[goldenglasses]

[It stands as tall as a man and it's actually even heavier than it may look and it looks pretty heavy. It sits in clear view so that Vash can see it just about anywhere he sits in the room.

Vash himself isn't gone too long before he's back with a box of bandages.] Here they are. I really had no idea that they were getting scarce around here. [He opens up the box in his hand and pulls out one sheet of four.] Here! Repaid with interest even! [Yes, right now, Vash thinks he's being clever.]

[monocledman]

[Oh, good. That saves him the trouble of asking for the interest that yes, he was eventually going to ask for. He'll take the band-aids with a crooked smile.]

Thank you; they look to be in good order. It's always pleasant to meet an honorable borrower. [And then he gestures to the oversized cross.] If I may ask, what is this? It seems a bit excessive for a simple decoration.

[goldenglasses]

Honorable borrower? It's just a bandage.

[Seems a bit of an extreme title for just a small thing like that. Of course, then his attention is brought back to the cross. He sets the box of bandages down on the coffee table, his face falling sober as he moves towards the cross and puts his hand on top of the cross.]

It belonged to a very dear friend of mine, but he's no longer here.

[monocledman]

[Ah, the dearly departed friend. He watches Vash impassively.]

A pastor, by any chance?

[goldenglasses]

Ah yeah, preacher by trade. He would often use this in some of his 'sermons'.

[monocledman]

Use? How so?

[He can't help but be a little curious now.]

[goldenglasses]

[Shot the people who didn't listen with it.] Well, he was a preacher. A preacher has to have a cross, right? Means he was ready to spread the word of God wherever he went. Heh, he even had a small portable confessional.

so very late... I'll understand if you'd prefer to drop it :')

[monocledman]

He must have been a true man of faith. Most preachers I've met like to keep their crosses hands-free.

[He folds the band-aid sheet in half and slips it into his pocket.] Well then, I shouldn't overstay my welcome. Many thanks, Knives.

8D I'm good!!

[goldenglasses]

Yeah, he was.

No, you're fine, I don't have much goi- ...did you just call me Knives?

[monocledman]

Would you prefer I call you something else?

[goldenglasses]

Well, Vash is my name, but where did you hear that other name?

[monocledman]

[He looks at Vash curiously.]

Why, from you, of course. When we spoke yesterday.

[goldenglasses]

We spoke, but I never would have given you that name.

[monocledman]

... Then I must have been thinking of someone else. Apologies if I've offended you.

[goldenglasses]

I'd still really like to know where you heard that name.

[monocledman]

Very well. I heard the name from a man who looks very much like you. In hindsight, I believe his mole was on the other cheek.

[goldenglasses]

Knives. He's here? In Luceti?!

[monocledman]

The prospect doesn't seem to please you.

[goldenglasses]

Let's just say we don't get along very well. Where did you see him?