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[Ken has been in...stranger situations, it’s true. Recently, even. But waking up in a fancy coffin--he knows that’s probably not actually what it is, but it sure as hell seemed like it--with a pretty necklace, money, and what looks like a really fancy phone was really high on the weird-shit-o-meter.

He can’t say he likes it. He kinda prefers to know what’s going on, being confused makes him angry.

First, he finds a place to sit--back to the wall, so no one can sneak up on him from behind, but in full view of the other weird pods--and slowly reads the pamphlet. And rereads it. And fiddles with the phone, watching information stream by. He thinks about responding to a few of them, but decides against it for now, instead tucking it and the money into one of the pockets of his vest.

So, straight from the Wedding From Hell, into...whatever this is. Fine. At least no one’s shooting at him. That’s an improvement.

As he leaves, he actually watches the hologram--all the way through, beginning to end--before grabbing a map and heading to the address indicated on the key. If he bumps into anyone on the way, he's polite, but will try to extract himself from the conversation as soon as possible.]

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Okay, so. Kinda used to using phones to talk to one person, but we’ll open the floor to discussion, whatever. I read the pamphlet, watched the grumpy hologram lady talk--twice even, I went back out--and this is just...supposed to be a thing?

Yes I know there’s a website, but that doesn’t make any sense either.

[He shakes his head, shaggy hair flopping around in his eyes.]

So, uh, if I’m expected to do introductions, hi, I’m Ken. Nice to be abduction-buddies with you.

[Unless you’re Schuldig, then you can die in a fire for all he cares.]

Also, since I'm not exactly eager to stay in a tiny box...any leads on a job would be great. I've been a florist for a while, if that's an option. Yeah, I know I don't look it, no comments like that.

[We're just. Not going to mention all the murder for hire.]

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Did you say that you're a florist?! Oh, how exciting!

What kinds of flowers do you make?

I make whatever flower arrangements people want. Bouquets and shit.

[Oops, his foul mouth got away from him. She looks young-ish, which is honestly the only reason he's worried about it at all. He's horrible at telling ages. Oh well, it's out of his mouth now, no taking it back.]

Wow, what an admirable professional! You must be quite knowledgeable about botany, then?

Once you're settled, I could use your advice for sure!

Not...that knowledgeable.

[He's a high school dropout who's actual day job is murder.]

Like, all you do is pick flowers that look nice together. Sometimes they have meanings too. And like...if someone is paying a lot of money probably not great to send them a handful of carnations.

[No, he doesn't look like one. Neither does this girl or her manager so...]

Kitten in the House in Attleton is the only flower shop here. The manager is Aya Fujimiya.

[Well, that confirms two pieces of information. One he is happy about--Aya is actually here, he'd seen his partner's name on the contact list but his optimism has been tempered over the years and he didn't want to assume. It could be some other Aya Fujimiya, it's not exactly an uncommon name.

But seriously, what other Aya would manage a flower shop named Kitten in the House.]

We can't even escape that name in another world I guess.

[Does he actually like the shop name or is it just a given at this point?]

Thanks for the heads up. Aya's a friend of mine, I'm glad he's actually here.

Ahaha, I wasn't aware florists had a particular "look", save perhaps roses pinned to their breast or something.

Well, welcome Ken! The sentiment's mutual, if not mutually believed. Did any of our resident horticulturists get in touch with you yet?

[Yes, better not mention love of killing around Ted. It gives him murderous impulses himself.]

People do that?

[He had NO IDEA.]

Yeah, I'm good on that front. Friend of mine actually, which I should...probably be surprised by.

They may; some dress all in green so there's no doubt what they're about.

[Not that he's ever seen that, but he doesn't see why not.]

Goodness; a job and a friend at once! What enviable fortune. Though now I'm curious; what website did you see? What didn't make sense?

Huh, we just had aprons.

[Shrug! The coordinated uniforms are for the after dark job.]

I know, lucky me. And, uh, it was the one hologram-lady mentioned. Sorry, I don't know how to link on this thing yet. It's a little newer than the phone I had at home.

Hello, Ken. I'm Sousuke.

[ He's not really used to socializing.]

I'm having trouble figuring out what type of job to obtain. At least florist is more viable than sumo wrestler.

A second year in the Ishigami High Sumo Team works in a flower shop in my home world.

[ Sousuke heard about it, when his team gathered data on possible opponents in the Nationals.]

Hey Sousuke!

[That's okay, Ken's enthusiasm will lead the way.]

Well, what do you like besides sumo wrestling? I get it though, I used to play soccer, that's not exactly a high demand career.

Sometimes I watch TV?

[ That's his hobby outside of sumo. ]

I can't think of anything I could get a job from.

Were you pro?
I know some guys who tried other sports before getting into sumo.

[Well...not exactly a transferrable job skill...hm.]

Well, you could always try being a bouncer.

[Who would want to go up against a sumo wrestler? Ken...well, he would, but he's the dumbass who took on a tiger with his fists and won.]

Yeah, for a little while. Goalkeeper, until an injury took me out. I just play for fun now.

Hmm... Would anyone hire a 16 year old for that?

[ Technically he's still 15. He was taken during the summer. It's easier to adjust to the current date than calculate and remember a new birthday.

Sousuke is fairly gentle outside of the dohyo.]

That's amazing! Even if brief. Career ending injuries happen in all sports.

Does your injury hinder everyday keep life?

[On his lunch break, Aya really doesn't expect to be seeing his long time friend pop up on the network. It had been almost as long since he's seen Ken. He doesn't look worse for wear, which he takes a s a good sign. No destroyed clothing nor blood marks. DId they make it out of that wedding?]

[...perhaps Ken may be more amicable to attending his wedding.]

You can work for me, if you'd like. [There is a soft smile there, because he's only half joking. Hi, Ken.]

[OH THANK GOD. The girl from earlier was for real.

It hasn't been nearly as long for Ken, but he is exactly co-dependent enough to follow you halfway across the world, so...shouldn't be too much of a surprise that he looks relieved to see Aya, like, for real, instead of just knowing he was around somewhere.]

If you're sure you're not sick of me.

[He will come work for you happily.]

There was a girl who let me know you were around, I saw your name when I was scrolling through this thing, but didn't want to just assume it was you.

What's goin' on? How long have you been here?

Not in the least. You'll probably do well.

[Aya doesn't know too many girls, so he's curious about who Ken was talking to.]

Which girl? [His question makes it seem like he know a lot of women...and girls.]

If you've watched the hologram twice, then that's pretty much what's going on. I've been here over a year now. [He's starting to pack away his lunch items.] Are you still near the bay?

Y'know, I'm not sure, it was over text. How many options do I have?

[Whups. He at least has the decency to look a little embarrassed.]

Oh, good, not that I really understood all of it, but I'm trying.

[He shakes his head.]

I'm in that little building we got keys for. I was dressed for a party, so I didn't exactly want to stay on the street.

[The stress he puts on 'party' indicating that it's the sort of party that ends with blood on the dance floor, so to speak...]

[Zamasu is still in a state of hating absolutely everything about this place and this is one of the things he dislikes the most. That idiotic device and all these filthy mortals broadcasting their insignificant lives over it.]

What makes you think I want to watch all this nonsense? If you wish to greet your fellow mortals, appear in front of them and shake their hands.

Well you're free to fuckin' ignore me then, you delightful ray of sunshine and happiness.

[Jesus Christ, what crawled up your green asshole and died there?]

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