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[blackwaterchild]

[Miu appears lounging sideways on a chair, legs hanging over one arm. She's got some closed nail polish balanced on her stomach and she keeps critically eyeing her nails as she speaks]

Yeah, people are being murdered, but we apparently come back so it's whatever. Explains why there's no ghosts around here, which honestly has led to the soundest sleep I've gotten in years. Can't complain about that.

Anyway the important thing is that with no one here, I haven't been able to get my hair or nails done in way too long. Does anyone know how to do nails?

[She holds out her hand to present her nails for emphasis; her nails have plain nail polish on it and she doesn't look really happy with it. She pulls back and looks down at them herself, heaving a sigh]

This place is so boring... What are you supposed to do for fun here? Aside from murder, apparently. [She rolls her eyes, her tone sarcastic. Gosh, murder, sooo original.]

But important things first: I need my nails done.

Comments

[zangetsu]

is that so?

（ look he can't come out and say, that's not it, i would have found somebody to punch right now, had a training montage and then killed god about it. ）

[blackwaterchild]

Is there a better working theory?

[shonen manga are wild]

[zangetsu]

i guess i haven't really thought about it much.

maybe not.

but that's still pretty far-fetched to me.

[blackwaterchild]

[She shrugs and offers her next theory:] Aliens?

[zangetsu]

technically wouldn't most of us be aliens then?

[blackwaterchild]

I guess. Maybe other aliens put us here like a zoo. 'Release the humans in their natural habitat and watch them!'

Or something like that. Look, I don't know, I'm just throwing stuff out and seeing what sticks.

[zangetsu]

you've got a pretty vivid imagination.

（ it gives him a pang, thinking about inoue. she'd have come up with a thousand theories by now, each more vivid and — frankly — ridiculous than the last. but there's always something bracing about the way she doesn't let such things get her down. she looks forward, more than anyone else he knows.

he exhales. shakes his head, and then: ）

not saying it's a bad thing.

[blackwaterchild]

I've got to have something going for me besides my good looks.

[But it's said dryly, almost sarcastically.]

Anyway, I figure they've got to say something eventually. Something will give.

[zangetsu]

（ local man, immune to pretty women, has no comment on that first part. the second, though — ）

and if 'they' don't?

what if this is just some weird afterlife or something?

（ he's pretty sure it's not, but. ）

[blackwaterchild]

Then I'll be even more upset, because I've got some dead people to give a real piece of my mind to and if I can't find them here I'll make it SOMEONE'S problem.

[zangetsu]

（ ah... she's a scary one. ）

i mean, there's only about a hundred of us seems like. so if it is an afterlife we're missing a few billion people.

so who really knows.