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[It's been a few days since Van arrived, under less than ideal circumstances. During that time, he felt it was probably wisest to remain incommunicado. The easiest way to assure the others from Auldrant that he was doing nothing threatening was to appear to be doing nothing threatening; and he wasn't... strictly speaking. For the most part, all he'd done was study Ms. Sage's guide -- no, memorized it. He'll have to thank her, if they ever meet. She provided him with so much valuable information; including a list of exploitable thugs.

Someone should really do something about that.

But as enlightening as Ms. Sage's writings are, man cannot live on words alone. The supplies he gathered after leaving Asch and Luke's building (...and later returning to it) were starting to run out. He wasn't particularly thrilled with the clothes he'd grabbed, either. He'd rather not wear his Oracle uniform all the time, and the rest were a bit... lacking. He'd like to think he was a striking, well-dressed man; and appearances were so important to a favorable first impression. He'd get to that later in the day. And then the library, perhaps. It was always an advantage to have more information. His first stop, though, was something he could no longer put off: the medical facilities in the battle dome. He'd have to hope he could find what he needed there.

Despite his long list of errands (and the vague concern that he'll run into people he knows and would rather not deal with yet), he'll be perfectly willing to exchange a few words with anyone else out and about. In fact, he'll make sure to at least make eye contact and give a polite nod to every person he sees. The charisma is turned up to 11 today.]

Dist: Something to discuss with you. CH#7. Tonight.

(TL;DR: Meet him in the library, the clothing shops, the battle dome, on the street... And fill this out if you would, plz)

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[fallenambitions]

[Van won't be alone in the clinic today. Alexei was here, but not particular to be tended to. He was tending to his own personal things today when Van arrives.

He takes a moment to look him over. New feather no doubt, but he looked like he seem to know what he was doing. He didn't look seriously injured either soo...]

Are you looking for something?

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Yes. [After some thought, he'd already decided it would be to his advantage to not hide his condition. Some people were so unwilling to think poorly of an ill man...] Do you work here?

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[He used to know someone here...]

No, but there is no one here at the moment if you need assistance. You'll have to wait or you can try the clinic down near the plaza.

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Not immediate assistance. All I need is a particular medication. I thought it might turn up here. [He takes a brief glance around, looking for a likely storage cabinet, and then shrugs.] I'll wait if I must.

[fallenambitions]

[Medication...? Well since he said he didn't need immediate attention, he's not going to pry...although a clinic might be better supplied than here.]

Were you injured in some way when you first arrived?

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Before I arrived. Do you know where they're stored?

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...There are some medicine over here. [He moves towards the back of the lobby area of the clinic, showing him the cabinets filled with a variety of different medications, painkillers and the like.]

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[And he'll have to go through all of those, won't he? What a production. But if he waits too much longer, the pain will reach a level he can't simply ignore. Nothing for it, he'll just have to look. So he does, although with exceptional precision; everything he picks up goes exactly back where it came from.]

How long have you been here? If I may ask.

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[He isn't sure what you're looking for, so yes. Although he can see you that you seem to know what you're doing.]

A little over eight months now. There are others who have been here for much longer though.

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Is that... usual? [He needs a time-frame. How long term should his plans be? How long did he have to simply survive here? It's pathetic. He hates the Score more than anything, and yet he's almost lost for what to do without its looming deadline.] Is there a pattern to it?

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Considering we don't have a known way of leaving, I would say so. Eventhough we've been here for a long time, I've heard that things remain unchanged back home when you do happen to return somehow. [He figured he'd add that, just in case he was wondering how things would be back home.]

And the only noticeable pattern, is when New Feathers like you show up here.

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[There's a momentary hesitation in his sorting through pill bottles, and then one put back down just a bit harder than necessary.] Perhaps that's for the best. People tend to get complacent when things become predictable.

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So does being trapped in one place. [Alexei starts to move away from the cabinets, he's getting ready to leave.]

Did you find what you needed in there?

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[No. No he has- Aha. Success. It seems the Malnosso will be merciful to him just this once. Well, there's no harm in taking these. There's only one other person that could possibly need them, and... He'll deal with that thought later.]

Yes, finally. Thank you for your assistance, ah...? [Van never did get his name]

[fallenambitions]

Alexei Denoia. And what about yourself?

sorry about that wait

[faterecanted]

[As it happens, Van knows that name. He read it very recently, in fact.

He pockets the pill bottle and offers his hand out politely. This man is probably a contact he'll want to keep.]

Van Grants. A pleasure to meet you. [To the discerning individual, his tone suggests it actually is a pleasure, and not just something one says to be polite.]

You're good :|b

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[...This man certainly knew how to present himself, how he wanted others to see him. Someone respectable.

He extends his hand and accepts the handshake.] A pleasure. [There was a faint grin. Van seems to have left him with a good first impression.]

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I won't keep you. [No one appreciates a person that wastes their time, after all; and Alexei was on his way out.] But perhaps we might speak again later?

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That is fine. You have the means to contact me. [...] Or has no one explain the journal to you yet?

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Not in detail, though it looks simple enough. [Really, with all of the technology Van's had his hands on, to be stumped by a book would just be embarrassing.] Designed for those with limited technology, I'd imagine.

[fallenambitions]

Aesthetically yes, but I doubt this is any kind of technology anyone here has seen. It's simple enough to learn, but when you actually think about what it is, you can't really answer that.