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Who: SOME DUDE IN YELLOW (and his shouta ghost)
Where: The main room of Orion dorms (and, eventually, just outside, if you need an excuse)
When: Day 83, Morning.
What: Intro~

*The new blank has promptly confiscated the largest knife he can find, and his holding it with a fair amount of confidence for someone who has no memory of how to use it. It is not time to systematically check all the other rooms in the dorms. He pushes the doors open quietly, and seems quite prepared to stab anyone if necessary.

And, for those who can see such things, there is a small ghost child floating behind him*

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[in_the_chair.insanejournal.com]

[shrugs]

I'm doing everything I can to sleep properly.

[byallmeans.insanejournal.com]

[...there will be time to argue about this later. :/]

In any case, that's not the most important thing right now.

[in_the_chair.insanejournal.com]

Yeah, I know. How'd things go between you two?

[byallmeans.insanejournal.com]

After he stopped pointing the knife at me? Not too badly.

I told him what he wanted to know and some of what I thought he should know.

[in_the_chair.insanejournal.com]

About teams and the like?

[byallmeans.insanejournal.com]

About the judges, mostly.

He's going to ask for a mission, I think.

[in_the_chair.insanejournal.com]

Damn. He moves fast.

[byallmeans.insanejournal.com]

There's something he wants back.

[in_the_chair.insanejournal.com]

He remembers something like that?

[byallmeans.insanejournal.com]

...he says that the body he's in isn't his. It belongs to a pale young boy with black hair who follows him around.

He wants his real body.

[This expression clearly states some doubts as to sanity.]

[in_the_chair.insanejournal.com]

... ...

[this isn't disbelief, but ... ]

There's been weirder shit here. But that's still a first.

[byallmeans.insanejournal.com]

Mm. I told him that if it didn't come here, it was probably left behind when the judges brought him. Them.

Then he started asking about whether they could return it to him.

[in_the_chair.insanejournal.com]

... they could, but I don't think we can solo mission for something that huge.

[byallmeans.insanejournal.com]

I told him that I'd never heard of a body being returned, but he seemed set on trying anyway- so I told him to ask the black team instead of the judges.

[in_the_chair.insanejournal.com]

[rubs at his head]

I really don't think he'll get it back from them either. But better than asking the judges.

[byallmeans.insanejournal.com]

Exactly. Better the black team tells him no than him talking to the judges and having them demand something we can't afford to pay.

[in_the_chair.insanejournal.com]

... no shit. That's got bad end written all over it.

[byallmeans.insanejournal.com]

[Nods.]

He would agree to it, I think. No matter what it was.

[in_the_chair.insanejournal.com]

Then we steer him towards the black team instead. Keep him out of trouble until he settles in. And hope that it doesn't take something awful to do it.

[byallmeans.insanejournal.com]

You say "keep him out of trouble" as though it's likely to be easy.

[in_the_chair.insanejournal.com]

... follow him around with the vague hope of at least being at ground zero if something goes horribly wrong?

[byallmeans.insanejournal.com]

He seems competent, at least. I don't think he's going to get himself killed.

[in_the_chair.insanejournal.com]

I'm really not worried about that.

[byallmeans.insanejournal.com]

You're worried about what he'll do to other people.

Or what he'll promise the judges.

[in_the_chair.insanejournal.com]

Bingo.