This means nothing to me

[restingstitchface]

WHO: Crane and Various
WHERE: Nonah
WHEN: September 20th
WHAT: Mysterious packages
WARNINGS: None


Admissions Office, Nonah | Haru

When the door to the admissions office opens that morning and welcomes Crane inside, he steadfastly manages to refrain from commenting at the students annoying the breath out of him. He decides it best to push through and swipes his files, applicants to his Psych 101, but is too quick to swirl around when he collides with someone.

"Excuse me."



Psychiatrist's Office, Nonah | Boba

There was light shining through the door. The warm, muted radiance of a lamp from the hallway.

The house Boba visited appeared to be an old mansion in the earliest quarter of Nonah, gothic architecture running from its pointed rooves to the porch outside the front door. Besides the lamp, there wasn't much else visible in the hallway. There was nothing that was untoward about the building, it did seem like the sort of place where one could find people who appreciated the sort of delivery Boba was making, but the fact the occupants name was already known to the shadier elements of Maurtia Falls might give anyone room for pause.

A figure approaches down the hallway, coated in haze until keys jingle and he opens the door. A slender, aesthetic man who observed his guest from behind a pair of thin-rimmed spectacles. A gesture towards the hall and he's stepping back.

"Please. Come inside."

Before anyone sees you.



Birthday Reflection, Nonah | OTA

It surprised him how quickly his birthday seemed to roll around. The circumstances through the year had been extraordinarily stressful. Old enemies who had caused him no end of grief were gone. The loneliness had surprised him - but oh, had it been excruciating.

He reads his paper sternly, ignoring the doorbell. Surely people didn't believe he derived pleasure from being complimented? But there he is, coiling his fingers round his curtains and wondering just who is ringing his door at this hour?

Comments

[myownprice]

This isn’t a neighborhood Boba’s been sent to before.

His eyes flicker over the strangely ornate facades of houses, as alien as anything on Tatooine. He’d been paid extra for this job—though whether that’s due to its distance from Maurtia Falls, the contents he’s carrying, or the recipient’s apparent wealth, he isn’t sure. He’s not paid to ask questions. Quite the opposite, actually.

He walks up to the mansion as boldly as if he lived there—it helps allay suspicions if you can look like you belong somewhere—but his eyes move even when his head doesn’t, taking in all the exotic features of the house’s exterior. He’s seen nothing like it before, not on Kamino, not on Raxus Prime, and not on Tatooine.

When the door opens, he nods politely to the man who answers. Still, even when invited in, he’s careful to keep his distance as he steps inside. He’d learned his lesson about not approaching recipients too closely after one had tried to kill him. This man doesn’t look like the sort to fly into a rage like that one had, but it never hurts to be on guard.

He puts a healthy distance between them and then turns to face the man, regarding him coolly. Dressed casually with a backpack slung over his shoulders, Boba could easily be mistaken for a local school child—it’s one of the reason he’s preferred as a courier. Kids don’t get stopped and searched nearly as often as adults.

He says nothing. He’ll wait until Crane introduces himself before handing over his delivery—he has to make sure he’s brought it to the right person, after all.

got u in the ota

[h2no]

[seeing as crane is almost the same person as maxie, archie went ahead and assumed he not only doesn't care for his birthday, but also likely actively made attempts to forget the date.

does that mean he cares enough to not do anything for it?

no.

he lets the bell finish its ring, then stays standing outside, holding the small box gift - a nice inkwell pen set, it seemed like the sort of thing he'd like - and waiting. maybe looking around for the murkrow crane had gathered a couple months ago. a year ago? time flies.]

[girlybruiser]

Haru doesn't see anyone until she's bumping head on into them, a small folder in her hands tumbling out of grasp so that it spills open and papers slide across the floor in different directions. She's also so startled that she loudly gasps, then steps back to see who it is she needs to apologize to.

She recognizes him instantly — from the grocery store way, way back, and the network — but still is quick to say:

"My apologies! I did not see where I was going."