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[seventhcoil.livejournal.com]

[it's time for the detective to investigate things. Fumie appears on the Astral Plane and looks around for a minute before popping out and back in with a comfy chair, blanket and what looks like a box of food. Looking satisfied, she nods and reaches into the small pink pack at her side and pulls out a fishing pole. Yes, out of a tiny pack.

After checking the string, she sets it down and reaches back into the pack, pulling out this little dude. He's Oyaji, a tiny, adorable old man thing. She pulls out several slips of paper and prods them into Oyaji's back (who squirms at this). Then she hooks him onto the fishing pole, though he doesn't seem to mind that, and points out into the vast expanse]

Oyaji! Go out there and tell me what you find. We're looking for anything, understand?

[Oyaji blinks up at her, then salutes and starts running, squeaking as he goes. Fumie watches for a minute before settling into the chair and keeping the fishing pole firm]

Comments

[buckingbronco.livejournal.com]

[Staring at Oyaji] What is that thing?

[seventhcoil.livejournal.com]

He's my servant. He's useful for this sort of business.

[buckingbronco.livejournal.com]

And what sort of business is that?

[seventhcoil.livejournal.com]

Boldly going where none of us have gone before! To the edges of this place.

[buckingbronco.livejournal.com]

No one has found the end of this place yet? It's bigger than I thought.

[seventhcoil.livejournal.com]

Not yet! I'll be the first.

[buckingbronco.livejournal.com]

What do you think you'll find at the end.

[seventhcoil.livejournal.com]

I won't know until I find it. What's supposed to be at the end of space?

[buckingbronco.livejournal.com]

That is a very good question. I've never really thought about that before.

[seventhcoil.livejournal.com]

Me either. And this isn't really space anyway so I guess it wouldn't apply. But there must be something.

[buckingbronco.livejournal.com]

Maybe it's where the Twins live.

[seventhcoil.livejournal.com]

Here? [thinks] But then time wouldn't pass for them.

[buckingbronco.livejournal.com]

They, and that woman, seem to control this place so maybe they can make time pass for themselves. Or they might just live in that shop of theirs I suppose.