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[What ho Paradisa. If you are the lobby now, you might find a somewhat unusual sight: three kids - well, two kids and one young teenager, really, the teenager conspicuously naked and sprawled out on one of the lobby couches. The teenager has long blue hair and is filthy. The kids are relatively clean, one of them - the older boy - graced with a crown of pale blond hair, the other a smaller little girl wearing a traditional robe and black pigtails. There's a journal nearby of course, and it picks up a voice which might sound a bit familiar:]

Hey... person! Hey! How come you're naked?

[Then the younger boy:] Because he's got no clothes, stupid.

I'm not stupid! [That seems to rile the little girl up; she gives the boy next to her a push.

It looks like this minor ruckus is enough to wake the third boy anyhow.] Whuh...?

[What do, Paradisa?]

[ooc: Yep, starting this loss a tad earlier than planned; tagging pattern will be something of a clusterfuck. There is no particular order planned; if you'd like to discuss any details, ping Stick on AIM at teamtoques, Red at LostBlueHeights, or Senri at Sushiflop.]

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[Oh my God she looks so hurt. How can she respond to this?]

I bet you have blue hair because your mom and dad tried to drown you in paint.

[...whoa. He blinks a bit, absorbing that little dig and the bubble of anger behind it.

He takes a moment to think.

He thinks about how mad she got, all because of some little thing he said. He thinks about how she spat it right back at him, and the words she used, and the strange way it makes him feel. The whole thing gets considered as he takes a momentary mental step back. Finally--]

Maybe you're right.

[...yeah he doesn't really have anything to say to this. he knows it's stupid, but... it's not like he's in a big hurry to get over the arguing or anything.]

[... Well... that kind of takes the wind out of her sails anyway. She raises her hand to her mouth, tempted to plug up her face with her thumb, but just chews a little on her fingers instead. Anxious, but not that anxious yet.]

[he doesn't feel bad, but he doesn't feel particularly good either, and the silence from the other two kind of... makes him take notice of their surroundings again. Oh, right.

His shoulders slump a little and his attention slides away]

We shouldn't stay here.

... [he looks between the two of them before looking back towards the stairs.]

I'm gonna explore.

... I guess we won't get in trouble...

[he isn't going to agree that they're not going to get into trouble. No promises there.

He does not want to stay here, though--out in the open like this. So, he follows Zelman's gaze toward the stairs, considering where he should go-- when some shadowy shape catches the corner of his eye as it shuffles along in the direction of the kitchen.]

Oh. [he remembers now!] Ghosts.

[he'd even taken a couple of steps in that direction when...!]

...Ghosts?

Ooooh...

[he points it out where it's swishing around]

You don't remember them? [to Rin, obviously]

...oh. [maaan if only the kids back home could see this.]

... Yeah, kinda I guess! Hehe, this place is weird. One day when I was here, everything turned green! There was green water in the baths and it dyed everyone green! Me too!

[quietly watched the ghost busy around, he thinks back. he doesn't remember any green.]

It was snowing.

[well, since they aren't freaking out... he doesn't have any reason to freak out about the ghost, right? right.]

What a weird place.

It's super-weird! But even without my mom and dad I was okay. We'll be okay.

[he just... glances at the girl.

Finding himself half really annoyed, and half... unable to really argue her. He can't remember anything too terrible happening to him while he was here. ...But, that's probably because the memory just hasn't come back yet]

[he sort of... puffs up his cheeks before sighing.]

If you say so.

Okay... what should we do now?