[It's actually sort of comforting, being back in the gallery again. He'd pleaded with his grandparents to consider their health and stay inside for the previous month, partially because the heat was a legitimate concern and partially because the monsters they didn't seem to care about were even more so.
After all that had happened, the gallery is a welcome, familiar place of peace. He's mostly here as a helper, as he always is; someone to help set up and tear down the installations as needed. Both his grandparents are showing today, with oil paintings framed and hung and handmade pottery glittering in multitudes of colors and glaze, each and every piece unique. Both are signed with the family name Katou, but he feels just as proud of them anyway, being related to the creators themselves.
But then again, he's also quite familiar with the pieces already, having not only ben around for their creation, but helped lift the things and transport them here. So he lingers by other works as well, taking in the various paintings and installments by other locals and, occasionally, scanning the crowd for new faces. There's the regulars for sure, but it's always nice to see others around to enjoy the art too.]
[He's more than welcome to spot this unfamiliar face to his left - brown hair swept over her shoulder, green eyes, a look of intent on her face as she studies a painting directly in front of her.
The Katou picture is oil, a medium she personally finds frustrating, much too different from the ebb and flow of watercolors that she's come to love, but her lips quirk into an appreciative smile at the quality nonetheless. She would never pretend she could pull off this level of skill, which is exactly why she's here: if she's going to be a part of this community, she should um, show her support and acknowledge her shortcomings.
Even if she's usually surrounded by people twice her age at least.
It's what makes the presence of the other guy a bit of a novelty, when she notices him. On a reflex she smiles, bows -- drat, wait, she's not in Japan anymore, skip the bow. Instead she'll stand up rigid straight, ready to hold out her hand for a Firm Handshake -- only to draw the hand back when she realizes this guy probably just wants to look at the paintings in peace.]
S-sorry...
[Good to know she's still a social disaster outside of Japan, she decides with a sigh, and goes to staring at the floor in abject embarrassment]
[ Someday, somehow, they are at the same place at the same time. It's likely a nice park that's a prime sketching spot or maybe it's the Recolle Square where many things can be observed.
Chiyo's trying her best not to be too spooked by the spirits that have randomly appeared at the beginning of the month. She's trying to keep safe, calm, and strong of mind. Trying is the key word, but seeing someone sketching nearby is of great interest and a good distraction. Her curiosity gets the better of her, and she inches closer only to freeze at the sight of a ghost.
She emits a small squeak of fear. ]
Um...! There's a....!
LET'S GO WITH 10/4 and nope everything looks fine!
[Says the girl who looks up from her sketchbook with the most enthused expression. Said ghost has at least five sets of eyes and four arms sticking out of its torso, but that doesn't seem to stop her?? Her pencil nearly catches on fire at the speed she starts sketching]
I admit, it doesn't look anything like I assumed it would, but it's still--
[Ah, but manners. Sakura didn't introduce herself; that's enough to make her blink out of her starry-eyed grin. She regards the other girl pleasantly, and then with a wide smile]
Hello! Are you out here sketching the ghosts, too?
[The first person he contacts after that whole fiasco is, of course, the person he practically abandoned back there. Everything is hitting him all at once, including the painful sense of guilt. He shouldn't have left her behind. What was he thinking...?]
[It had taken a a little while to work up the nerve to force Mateus to start talking about who it affected. But she did. And today was better than waiting any longer, she figured.
So, Sakura's phone will buzz with the name Penelope.]
At no point does it cross her mind to ignore the text. Too rude, for one, but the name holds a weight Sakura can't ignore. Swallowing the nervousness down to her stomach, she forces herself to answer.]
It seems almost a bit much to ask for so much through a text but all the same...
Would you be willing to assist me with figuring out how to smooth out these transformations? You are the only one I know of who seems to know a great deal about any of this that I'm going through.
[Biffy has been keeping Sakura in the loop with periodic messages. However, today he makes sure to send one before heading out to his objective because ugh...]
I wanted to inform you that currently I'm alright. However I'm about to have to go out to take an egg from a dragon.
I'll message you again after we get back to where we're staying.
[What's this knock at Sakura's door early-ish in the afternoon?
It's early-ish because Shinji had to go hug his parents first, but after swearing five hundred times that he just wanted to go see Sakura because she was worried about him and he'd be back later...]
[There's a muffled yell, the door being quickly yanked open before Shinji is likely enveloped in a hug, her heart stone flooding with anxious relief at seeing her cousin alive and safe.]
[This is a placeholder to be edited when I'm more awake, asdfghj. I promise you'll be getting a log of texts Rin would have sent Sakura when I can brain them in the morning.]
[This ended up being a rather unexpected trip home... Abrupt too, at that. Rin had been keeping in touch with Sakura somewhat regularly throughout her mission, but the news they'd been given a "day off" so to speak had come so abruptly, they were already back in the city before Rin thought to mention it.
Teleportation really is a disorienting thing, for the record.
There was business to attend to, and house repairs to check on. If she wasn't in town for only a day, Rin might have looked into any odd jobs she could accomplish to make the best use of her time, but no. It'd probably backfire on her; particularly if her usual employers saw her out and about. She's not sure what excuse Retrospec came up with to excuse her absence, but she's not keen on testing those waters.
Which is what sees her dressed in an almost disguise, in the city with more time on her hands than she's had in her year. It's been... a little fun actually. Dressed like this, Rin can't help but feel like a secret agent in a comedy, a spontaneous mood that willingly lead her to Kirei, if only to prank him. Just maybe it would be fun to surprise Sakura like this too.
It takes a bit of remembering from their chat in December, but Rin eventually recalls the shop her sister told her she worked at in the afternoons. The question now, however, is with everything going on in the city, is Sakura still showing up for her shifts?]
[By all rights, Sakura shouldn't be taking shifts at the Leviathan. Her boss had been one of the many called out of the city (along with most of her coworkers), and even with their one-day return, Jaeger isn't cruel enough to call everyone in when they're exhausted. If not for her insistence, the shop would be closed for the entire month of February.
So that she works is Sakura's own blend of stubborn pride and nervous energy. She knows the motions of opening and closing, knows inventory and keeping the register balanced. That it's a novelty store works in her favor; the flow of traffic is slow but steady, plenty to keep her busy when she's manning all the tasks.
Meaning that -- yes, Rin will find the store open, and a bell held over the front door will ring once it's swung open. And while usually that'd be Sakura's signal to pop her head out of nowhere and greet her guest, she's busy with another customer. Rin will have to keep herself occupied until she's finished selling off this creepy doll she swears was found in a shipwreck near the Bermuda Triangle]
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