[It was a Friday evening, overcast but not raining, and cool for the season, when Soma knocked on Satou's door. He was looking unusually thoughtful, even for him, and he had... something slung over his shoulder by a strap. It couldn't be seen from the peephole of her door, though.

No answer on the first knock, so he goes for round two.]

I know you're in there, Satou, and it's way too early for you to be in bed.

[So, Karla's heard that this will be David Haller's last term as Guardian. While she can't fault him for it because he's worked long and hard, and he deserves his rest, it's already making her question her own future. What will it mean for her as a Deputy? Would she have to step down? Could she step up and become a Guardian? She doubts it.] But maybe if she had someone at her side?

I'm...curious about something. Do you think it would be wiser to have more than one Guardian for each city? It seemed to happen for a while in Nova City after Weiss stepped down. Perhaps no more than two. The Deputy system is effective, I think, so there's no reason to change that.

Anyway...what are your opinions?

Kaname-san, Miki-san? Are either of you home? We need to talk.

[She wasn't dressed as a magical girl at the moment, so that was a good sign at least. Less of a good sign was the serious tone in her voice. She fidgeted with the ring on her finger as she looked around the apartment. She didn't want to admit that magical girls became witches...That Kyubey lied to her, but it was becoming harder and harder to deny. Maybe talking to her friends would ease her worries. Maybe they'd tell her that she was being silly.]

[Most people... will not recognize who this is.

Wade after all, hadn't taken his mask off for his first post here. While indeed, the video feed only takes up his top half, it's pretty clear he's wearing some goddamn hideous Hawaiian shirt, a beer on the table beside him.]

... So no really, what the fuck do you do for fun here, other than get drunk and make clumsy innuendo at your boss?

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[[CONTENT WARNING: alcohol, drunkeness.]]

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[For better or for worse, Hanzo has found himself a moment of quiet. The bad part is, is that he's been doing his best to keep himself busy. The good part is, he has several cans of beer to keep him company for the time being. Not exactly one for PUBLIC drinking, Hanzo has found a quiet corner in one of the larger parks to sit by the water and drink.

Genji disappeared back home over a month ago, and his brother's disappearance had been something he'd tried to ignore, but as feelings do when they're left to sit and grow sour it cut into his sleep and then his waking hours. Working at the shop with Cordelia had been something to keep him busy, but even there, he'd run out of things to do. His thoughts eventually drift to the one serious conversation he'd managed to have with Genji, and then the seeds of reconciliation that had been planted but not really come to fruition]

A wasted opportunity, you old fool. Not that you deserved redemption. [talking to himself, now. That's great. He looks down at the can in his hand and frowns, emptying it by tossing it back and then crushing it in his hand. It joins the rest of the dead soldiers next to him, and Hanzo shuts his eyes to let the pleasant swimming sensation shove the unpleasant feelings he'd rather avoid back into the void from where they came.]

[[OPTION ONE]] [Should someone approach him, he could still be sitting up staring into the water of the lake he's chosen to sit by, or, should they find him as the sun starts to dip over the horizon and it's begun to grow dark...

He's taking an impromptu nap in the grass.]

[[OPTION TWO]] [Eventually he's going to try to wander home. He's cleaned up after himself, but that doesn't mean he's sober. Not by a longshot. There's a blush to his face, and his steps, while carefully measured, still sway and hesitate slightly. At one point he stops his stroll to hold onto a iron fence post to steady himself, the once pleasant swimming feeling now decidedly overpowering at times. When he moves to walk again, he might just bump into someone, or stumble trying to avoid them.]

Fool.

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[[CONTENT WARNING: alcohol, drunkeness.]]

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