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[gleans]

[ Oh, hey, it's that guy from yesterday. His face is a little bruised, but he's not paying any attention to it, so you shouldn't either. Ahem. Move along. He just has a quick question, anyway: ]

Hey, I was just wondering if anyone has seen a notebook. I had it on me when I got here, but it's gone missing, and it's sort of important. It's red, and about this big - [ he opens his hand a few inches; it's not very big at all ] - and it has, uh -- well, it has lyrics in it, and some other notes. Kinda beat up. Can't really miss it.

So if anybody found it, or finds it, let me know. [ He raises his eyebrows knowingly; WHICHEVER FUCKER STOLE IT BETTER GIVE IT BACK. ] I'm Galen, by the way. It has my name in it, too; inside cover. Thanks.


|| ooc: Party has it, just ftr. Jerkwad. ALSO residents of House 20: Galen is now staying with you, okaythanks. ||

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[gleans]

[ He sighs and idly wraps his arms around it. ]

Maybe. It's not the end of the world if I don't get it back, since a lot of it has been recorded at this point, but. Sentimental value, y'know?

[onteamdyson]

Yeah. I'd be totes crushed if I lost my diary, too.

[She smirks, nudging him with her elbow. Jokes, Galen! Come on.]

[gleans]

[ He grins and nudges her back. ] Haaaaa ha. I bet yours has unicorns on it and is filled with crush lists, am I right?

[onteamdyson]

Dude! How did you know?! [That's actually incredibly accurate. For about 16 years ago.]

It also has fuzzy stickers and the pages smell like candy. Clearly mine is way more valuable than yours. We can trade my superior diary to whoever has it.

[gleans]

Damn. Mine smells like cigarettes and coffee. Sounds like more than a fair tradeoff to me.

[ Siiiiigh. ] Shit, what do you guys even do all day?

[onteamdyson]

Could you be any more typical, introspective, musician guy? Jeeze! So cool I'm getting chills.

[Gooooood question.] Used to be exploring. Or going to the diner with KK. Kinda cold for the beach... I have crayons! Or we could start a Fight Club.

[gleans]

[ Yeah, cool until he giggles. ] Gross and wired, that's me.

Jeez, decisions! I think I'm gonna have to like... find something warmer, if I'm gonna be here a little while. [ And he looks briefly bummed about that. ] I'd like to get another look around before it snows too much.

[onteamdyson]

[GAAAAAASP! She instantly brightens, stands up, and pumps her fist in the air! Someone just got incredibly excited.] Bundled-up outdoor excursions!? Cozy mitten adventures?! I'm Canadian, I live for this shit. There's a box of winter stuff in the hall closet! Come ooooon.

[gleans]

[ He snorts and fixes his glasses, putting the pillow to the side. ] Jesus, I was gonna say, your Canada is showing. I wanna wait like -- maybe another half hour, just in case anyone else has any notebook news.

[onteamdyson]

[Waiting. Her greatest weakness. With a pout, she sits down on the floor in front of him. She's determined to last thirty entire minutes.]

'Kay. I'll wait with you. But then adventures, you promise? [Because she doesn't trust you to not get jumped again or taken like Bruce.]

[gleans]

[ He lightly bops her with the pillow, grinning. ] I promise.

Hey, tell me what it is you do, back home.

[onteamdyson]

[Oh hey, her smile is back brighter than ever.]

I'm a private investigator. [Of the unlicensed and magical-client variety, but he doesn't need to know that part.] Me and my bff, Bo, we're a team.

[gleans]

Whaaaat? That's sick! [ He grins. ] That's so cool. Um -- I get a feeling it's not for like, rich people having affairs, huh? [ SHE LOOKS WAY TOO COOL FOR THAT. ]

[onteamdyson]

[Heh. Yes. Good. Bask in her awesomeness instead of laughing at her like Sharon did. Galen, you are the best.]

Nah. It's usually missing persons, tracking down stolen items, getting tabs on shady dudes for other shady dudes that can't exactly go to the police. The occasional murder case... Oh, and one time some crazy chick tried to hire us to kill her hubby's stalker after having a threesome with him and Bo. Dream job, obvi.

[That was half-hearted sarcasm. It really is a dream job sometimes.]

[gleans]

[ A snort. But -- dude. ] That's badass. I meant to ask, where in Canada are you from, anyways?

[onteamdyson]

Toronto! Obviously. We got a sweet place in the city and I don't even have to pay rent! ... because we're technically squatting. In a technically condemned building. Next to an overpass.

... We live in a dilapidated crack-shack, but it's still a pretty sweet place! [Better than any other place she's lived.]

[gleans]

Wow, sounds fancy as hell. If your PI thing isn't exactly legit, I won't tell.

[onteamdyson]

Ha! You're damn right you won't tell! I'd just tell KK and Party to go nuts on your squishy butt. [No. No, she'd NEVER!] Legitness isn't an issue with the peeps that hire us anyway.

[gleans]

Damn, and here I thought you were too cute to be shady. [ Galen, what are you doing. He laughs a little. ] Soon you'll tell me you're like, a werewolf or something. Or an assassin. Or... a werewolf assassin.

[onteamdyson]

[WHAT-- woah. Cute? Shake it off. What is it with guys with this specific face lately. Psht. Don't mean a THANG!]

Definitely not a werewolf. Just a regular, slightly above-average human. If I was something awesome like that, I'd be flaunting it.

[gleans]

... But you are an assassin? [ He grins, though; he's kiiiidding. ]

Uh, so... another question, actually. Has anyone you know shown up? Like, does that happen much?

[onteamdyson]

If I told you, I'd have to kill you. [POSSIBLY NOT KIDDING!]

Yeah, actually! Hale. He's a friend of mine. He showed up a few days ago. [She purses her lips, scrunching her face up before shrugging.] Are you missing people?

[gleans]

Oh, cool. Uh -- y'know, I'd rather go home than have someone else dragged into this, but... [ A siiiiigh, and he sits back against the couch. ] Fuuuck. I guess I'm just homesick already. I'm a big kid, I swear. [ Weak smile. ]

God, I must look like such a fuckin' wimp.

[onteamdyson]

[She mimics his siiiiiiiiiiiigh. Homesick is a feeling she really knows well.] Just a bit. But it's okay, you're Squishy!

[And as if to prove that fact, she quickly springs up from the floor and pounces. Biatch, you just got tackle-hugged in the worst way.] Don't get too down about it, dude. We'll find a way out.

[gleans]

I don't wanna be Squi -- aah!

[ Sudden hugs! He's a little surprised, at first, and ow, knees, but he sort of settles into it and hugs her back. ] Thanks, I really appreciate it.