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Who: Dana Scully and Jay
What: Pictured: the oddest couple ever to help out an elderly flower-arranging artisan looking for a student. (Prayer #26)
Where: An older neighborhood in the Tokyo suburbs.
When: July 8, 2016
Warnings: Definitely discussion of kidnapping and violence. I mean, Farf's in this log. Will update as necessary.
[There's some brightly colored paper flowers melting in the gutter under the rain, not yet cleaned away after a wind took down the festival decorations on this half-residential street. The low wall in front of a few of the homes' tiny front gardens is streaked with black stains and patched with emerald moss that stands out brightly against the stone.
The shop that Jay had pointed out is small enough that it almost blends with the homes around it, except that its awning is still a bright blue-and-white and an ancient neon sign glitters behind the front window, reading Open.
She blows out a breath and looks up at her companion.]
So. This guy needs a student. For....
[She's learned her first-grade kanji by now, which means she can make out the sign: Yamada Flower Shop. Thank goodness for old men with easy-to-read family names.]
... Flower arranging?
[That's an art? Okay, okay, it surely takes some skill. She raises her eyebrows and starts for the front door.]
Let's talk to him first and see why he doesn't have one now.
What: Pictured: the oddest couple ever to help out an elderly flower-arranging artisan looking for a student. (Prayer #26)
Where: An older neighborhood in the Tokyo suburbs.
When: July 8, 2016
Warnings: Definitely discussion of kidnapping and violence. I mean, Farf's in this log. Will update as necessary.
[There's some brightly colored paper flowers melting in the gutter under the rain, not yet cleaned away after a wind took down the festival decorations on this half-residential street. The low wall in front of a few of the homes' tiny front gardens is streaked with black stains and patched with emerald moss that stands out brightly against the stone.
The shop that Jay had pointed out is small enough that it almost blends with the homes around it, except that its awning is still a bright blue-and-white and an ancient neon sign glitters behind the front window, reading Open.
She blows out a breath and looks up at her companion.]
So. This guy needs a student. For....
[She's learned her first-grade kanji by now, which means she can make out the sign: Yamada Flower Shop. Thank goodness for old men with easy-to-read family names.]
... Flower arranging?
[That's an art? Okay, okay, it surely takes some skill. She raises her eyebrows and starts for the front door.]
Let's talk to him first and see why he doesn't have one now.
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Excuse me, ma'am, I think I hear a car outside - it might be our photographer...? Would you be able to check and see if he has the right address?
[That should give them a few minutes. There is the occasional traffic noise outside. As the woman heads for the front door with a faintly baffled look, Scully leans forward and clasps her hands together on her knees.]
Ken, Mr. Yamada told us you weren't going to classes anymore. What happened?
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You can't quote me by name, okay? Call me an anonymous source or something, you promise? So eager is he to spill his story that he doesn't wait for Scully's agreement.
It's haunted. He shoots another glance at his mother, who is still peering out the front door. I know how it sounds, okay? But that shop is haunted, that's why I'm not going back. You can ask Ariba about it, Ariba Kaito, he'll tell you it's true. ]