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Did ya hear the phone by any chance, Castillo? We’re a group, or something. I don’t know, but apparently we are for whatever it counts for.

Oh, Azelf...I ought to share with you since I fawned over your name.

I'm Elizabeth.

Frederick, please, you're hardly the type for stuffy formality. The man gave me a ring, yes. I don't have a problem with it.

Castillo, Frederick, who cares. Castillo sticks.

He shrugs.

Whatever works for you, I suppose. Just don't start calling me Doc.

You won’t have to worry about that. Formalities are a pain in the ass. Make everything ten times worse.

Agreed.

Everyone but I/O, James and Ivy leave the motel through the front door.

The spatious parking lot got to it a couple of beat down cars and a motorcycle. There's no fence or toll on the perimeter. The rest of Miami awaits down the streets.

They leave, splitting off into different directions.

[PMs.]

Berry enters the pizzaria.



The pizzaria looks bigger outside than inside. There's only five tables, one of which is occupied by a whole group, the other occupied by Belladona, Castillo and Azelf. Warm boxes wait on the counter for delivery. A jukebox is playing music on the corner. The cashier looks exactly as the motel receptionist.

James is standing by the table with Castillo and the others. Elizabeth is talking to the cashier by the counter.

So a job of dubious legality's your way of bonding to a group? An odd stroke, I must admit, James.

Hello, Berry. How's the wife?

Cyantic wrote:So a job of dubious legality's your way of bonding to a group? An odd stroke, I must admit, James.

Hello, Berry. How's the wife?

"Bonds are made in fire, that's what my dad always told me."

I'll take some knives and forks to go with this pizza, kind sir!

Do you wanna help, Azelf...?

There were some roller skates at the metro that could help! Just...maybe don't talk to that weird hobo there.

I don't see my wife every time you don't see me friend. I'm currently busy. But uh shes good right now probably working at the moment. Also whats this about job's of dubious legality?

"Elizabeth, is it? You really wanna help deliver? That means a lot to me. Here."

The cashier hands over a piece of paper. You feel unable to properly read it, what should be a simple address is instead this:

HFH, 8 5 9 7 8 20 19 L1n5

Arckas wrote:I'll take some knives and forks to go with this pizza, kind sir!

"Done-zo." There are forks and knives for the whole table on the counter.

Bonds are forged, you might need something to start with. It'd be a risk, wouldn't it, to take someone we don't know at all.

It was a joke, Berry.

Right! Why don't you go on a smoke break.

Doctor can sit this one out if they want. This might get a bit messy. Whose behind me?

I...huh?

/take the paper

I...alright. I don't know where to bring these but...I guess I'll come back when I figure it out...?

Formality is very irritating.

He stands up and approaches the other group.

Ruskies, is it? A man named Richard. He familiar to you?

Oh God prease don't start anyfing...

Sir, do you have a...phonebook, or address book?

Belladonna finishes her slice of pizza.
Man, what th' fuck is even goin' on today.

I'll be fine, Elizabeth. You can trust me on that.

Ruskies? M.C.? Ringing any bells? If not, a case of mistaken identity.

"Уходи, идиот."

James leaves.
To pms!

James arrives.



The Larkspur Casino is a fancy venue for the wealthy and daring to try their luck. It isn't Vegas, but it has a bit of charm regardless. There are slot games, wheel of fortune, poker, the usual. Music plays on the background. Near a table of blackjack is a man, who looks exactly like the motel receptionist.

A door near the back is guarded by two security guards. They look rather serious business.


Ivy, Nolan and Shino are all playing poker.

Azelf and Robin are also by the entrance.