tushanshu_logs | [OPEN] In the palace of a thousand eyes...

Characters: Bakura, Elizabeth, Jack
Date: Through May
Location: Various
Situation: Catch all for May
Warnings/Rating: None yet

A. BAKURA - In Jail

Following Bakura's arrest as a result of his Dust-triggered attack on a kedan, he'd been given a combination of jail time, penalty fines, and proposed 'community service' when the time served was up. He had not accepted the ruling lightly, which had nearly resulted in a much larger conflict than the singular initial assault.

It had been resolved, at least to the point that no one else had ended up injured (although it had been close, when one of the KPD officers had tried to insist that removing all personal effects to be stored included the Ring.)

Most of the time he feigns sleep, though more for not being interested in talking to any of the others in adjacent cells. Sometimes Diabound is present as well, coiled on the cot as a form of distraction.

B. BAKURA - Post Release - STARTER PENDING

To be added later in the month...

C. ELIZABETH - All Sectors

Since she'd joined the Guild of Justice and Arbitration, Elizabeth seemed determined to be an ideal member. That meant that she was going around to various places in the city, introducing herself and asking if there was anything that the GJA could do for people. Some people seemed approving that she'd moved outside the Foreigners Guild, while others were indifferent.

"Are you sure there's nothing you can think of? Every idea is an idea worth hearing, I've always thought."

D. ELIZABETH - Greenhouses

The damage done to the greenhouse crops and more importantly everyone's hard work had stoked an indignant fire in Elizabeth, and when she wasn't on deliveries for the Midnight Hotel, she could be found working to help get things back on track at any of the hydroponics sites. At the moment, she was wrestling with a gunk-covered drainage mechanism, which would need to be fully disassembled and cleaned before it could be used again. The messy work clashes with her usual neatly pressed outfit, and yet she looks like she's barely noticing that she's gotten covered in mud.

"Aha, got it! Now, let's see how this comes apart..."

E. WILDCARD

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Pepper had been more than a little distracted since Bakura was poisoned, and had been keeping a close eye on the situation as it progressed. It was all different kinds of not fun, watching someone she cared so deeply about be subject to the system she was supposed to guard and enforce. This wasn't right.

It wasn't hard to get in for a visit, and she'd even sweet-talked a guard (read: talked their ears off to the point of agreeing with her just to make her stop) into letting her bring him a few small things.

"Hey," Pepper said quietly, curling her fingers around one of the cross-piece bars. She hesitated for a moment. "This is the part where I'd usually make a joke, but I can't think of anything that doesn't end up sounding awful."

Diabound was quick to slither toward the bars for pettings, while Bakura merely let one leg hang off the edge of the cot and swing idly back and forth. "You can take your time to muster one," he deadpanned. "I'm not going anywhere."

At least for the moment. It would depend on how much more of these walls he could take.

Pepper knelt down to greet Diabound, stroking under it's chin gently. At least the ka seemed relatively happy, and Bakura wasn't exactly himself, but he wasn't pacing around growling, either.

"Well... I guess the joke's really on other people, if they start getting all worried that I'm dating a criminal," she said idly after a moment, offering him a small smile. "I wanted to bring you your carving tools so you had something to do, but I figured they wouldn't let me bring anything sharp." There was a wry lilt to her tone - they both knew he didn't need a small carving knife to escape or cause damage. "But I brought you some... company, I guess."

He didn't miss the wryness and it was faintly returned, although the carving tools would have been appreciated anyway. The lack of small things for his hands to do was almost as bad as the walls.

"Did you now?" he raised an eyebrow.

"Yup." Carefully, Pepper reached into her bag and pulled out a small, potted cactus, which she placed on one of the crossbars. "I saw this and thought of you," she informed him, smiling more certainly now.

A few more things came out of her bag: several lengths of cord (for games like cat's cradle - just to satisfy the need for movement), a bag of sweets, and a small rectangular box. She'd scrounged up enough buttons and paperclips for pieces, and drawn out the rows of houses and the necessary markings. It wasn't fancy, but it might be enough to provide a little distraction.

"It's not nearly as nice as the set you finished, but it's functional. Can I convince you to get out of bed and play a game of senet? Winner gets the candy."

He stared at the cactus for a moment, not sure whether to address the fact that she was bringing him plant life or the remark about it reminding her of him. (He understood the implied reference. He didn't even disagree.) "I hope you don't think I plan to be in here long enough to need landscaping for the cell," he deadpanned.

But as she brought out the other objects and with her entreaty to join her, Bakura obligingly sat up from the cot and came over. "If I said no to senet, I'd have to give up my nationality or such," he said, picking up the potted cactus and giving it an evaluating check over before sitting cross-legged at the foot of the bars.

"The Arbitrator came by earlier."

"You'd better not be here that long," Pepper said, an order and a tease at the same time. "But I figured you could use something to spruce the place up."

She settled on the other side of the bars from him, putting the makeshift board down between them. This was not exactly an ideal way to spend time together, but it was the best they could do given the circumstances; at least they could still see each other.

"Uh. Weird. I wouldn't have guessed she was the type of person to make house calls. What did she want?"

"I won't be," he said dismissively, although that's likely less to do with the length of his sentence and more to do with the length of his patience in that regard.

"I'm honestly not sure I could tell you. But she asked why I hadn't killed Chesala, and whether I'd attack her again if Dust were not a factor. She said she wanted to know me better."

[OPEN] In the palace of a thousand eyes...

A; because jail visits make the best date night

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