[Mingle]

[oi_theoi]

Who: Thusians!
When: Day 39, morning
Where: Anywhere!
What: Mingle!

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[nagaremono]

[out in the hallway, there's a fellow with a wide array of interesting objects laid out in front of him. bottles with liquids and soil samples, odd fossils and packets of strange-selling medicine. Also a laptop, set to its lowest power setting for efficiency's sake. And an unusual number of printouts, some useful and some ... well ... outdated cat memes.

either way, he's flagging down anyone that will listen to him]

Hello.

[inhiselement]

[It's morning and time for a good stretch of the legs and jaunt to the new shrine location. That is until one finds some interesting distractions along the way]

That's quite a lot of things you have here. Are you one of the priests?

[nagaremono]

[shakes his head]

Are you familiar with the term "mushi-shi"?

[inhiselement]

I'm afraid I'm not. That is a phrase from the orient, correct?

[nagaremono]

[mildly puzzled by that term]

It's Japanese?

[inhiselement]

[nods as if that was of perfect sense]

Japan, yes. My pardon.

[nagaremono]

No trouble. Not many pople recognize my profession.

[inhiselement]

[after looking over everything more closely] Are you some type of traveling salesman then?

[nagaremono]

Closer to a medicine man. I specialize in treating specific kinds of supernatural ailment. And I help mediate man's relationship with nature.

[inhiselement]

I think things may have gone beyond mediation levels here, but I think I understand the idea. These are your wares then? [picking up a harmless looking bottle]

[nagaremono]

[it's filled with an oddly bright blue liquid]

Mmm. Tools of the trade too, but ... it's like you said. Things are well beyond mediation levels here.

[inhiselement]

I'm John Watson, a doctor. What kind of medicines do you offer? [squatting down to look over the stuff]

[metamorphiseme]

[sitting by Apartment I's entrance, cleaning two knives and some cooking implements]

[nagaremono]

[blink. blink. this is the look of someone recognizing that name but trying gamely not to show it.]

... ah. Unfortunately several of them were stolen when I was killed, but I have some basics and a few unusual varieties left. You're holding a bottle of anesthetic.

[inhiselement]

[caught that but choosing not to act as if he noticed. yet]

A few of us are trying to get together supplies to start a clinic. Your knowledge would be quite useful, Mr...?

[nagaremono]

Ginko. Just Ginko.

May I ask an awkward question?

[inhiselement]

You may have two, if you wish.

[nagaremono]

Do you know someone named Sherlock Holmes?

[waysmarterthanyou]

[In apartment K trying to figure out how this stupid seed qualifies as a couch BECAUSE NO ONE HAS EXPLAINED THIS TO HIM YET.]

[inhiselement]

Irrefutably.

You are familiar with Holmes, then?

[nagaremono]

I've read a few of your accounts, I think.

[inhiselement]

My books? [surprise and just a bit pleased]

I had not thought they traveled further than London.

[nagaremono]

Probably they didn't, at least in the time period I'm from. But I had the unique opportunity to live in a zombie camp for a while.

[inhiselement]

...A zombie camp?

[nagaremono]

I'd tell you the name but I think you'd slap me.