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[notrusty.livejournal.com]

*Cold, alone, and NAKED sitting on the side of the road, Doctor Venture rubbed his head and stared forward blankly. He nodded once, and twice.. then a third time.*

Look is that all you came here for?! To just cut me-- Oh I get it.

*He reached into the pocket of his slacks and produced a pill compact. He shook a couple of his pills loose and popped them into his mouth. His eyes suddenly focused and he frowned, looking up and down the road before turning his attention to his wrist.*

Brock, come in Brock. Brock! I seem to have fallen out of a taxi, surely not on my own accord. Look, put the boys to bed and just swing by and pick me up in the X-1. BROCK?!

*he shook the communicator and stared at it for a moment, before letting out a loud sigh.*

Great and now this thing's out again. What next?

*He sat, frowning for a few moments, before he laboredly climbed to his feet and started to shuffle up the road toward Lahan, muttering to himself as he went.*

Maybe they've got something I can use to fix this damn thing.. Or at least an ATM.

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[mr-yamada.livejournal.com]

*Whistling a little tune to keep himself occupied... or maybe that wasn't the best idea. Keeping his mind on anything other then which foot was going before the other was hardly a good thing. Somehow he'd managed to make it from the house to the market and half way back with out incident...yet.*

Ahh...

*He stopped and stared dumbly at who looked decidedly lost.*

[notrusty.livejournal.com]

*He came to a halt and adjusted his glasses staring at the boy more closely.*

A mute? No.. *he looked up at the town, and a look of understanding began to show on his face*

I see, this is one of those tourist things isn't it? Are you the one that churns the butter?

[mr-yamada.livejournal.com]

Ahh?? Butter? Um no I didn't get any. Uzuki-san didn't say to get any...

OH but are you trying to find some?? *Smiling OH SO HOPEFUL he was determined to be as helpful as possible.*

[notrusty.livejournal.com]

...No.. *He grimaced* Did you just say.. san? *He moved forward, feeling up the boy's arm*

Well, you don't SEEM to be robotic.. And you aren't blonde.. Well, assuming you aren't the product of a psychopathic Asian, where are we located?

[mr-yamada.livejournal.com]

... Ah what? N-No I am a shinigami oh I am not actually a robot. That is because Urahara-san.... Ohhhmmm OH!! This is Lahan. I am sorry! I did not introduce myself. *An awkward little bow past his bag of groceries was offered.* My name is Hanatarou Yamada.

[notrusty.livejournal.com]

So you're not into robotics? Look kid, that stuff's useless anyway.

You know where I can get another cab? Perhaps this time I'll judge my ride-mates with a little more.. bias. The last one wasn't a respectable woman at all, only a common pickpocket! And I heard that the ladies in times square were all the best-- I mean.. heh..

*He sighed, wiping the sweat that beaded on his forehead*

I just need a cab.

[mr-yamada.livejournal.com]

...

*He offered a very blank ....blank look.* Oh? ...I'm sorry I don't actually know what that is. Perhaps um...ah is it like a fruit?

[notrusty.livejournal.com]

*He sighed again, more loudly*

You don't need to keep up the act, I didn't even pay to get in here! Just point me to the phone, or your manager, or whatever.

[mr-yamada.livejournal.com]

...*EVEN MORE confusion popped up on his face* Hmmm OH! A...phone... YES there is something like that ah it is what Uzuki-san uses to talk to people in spaceships and robots!

[notrusty.livejournal.com]

So you're not.. *He shook his head*

Uzuki.. Haven't heard of him. Is he some kind of low-brow scientist? *He scoffed, smirking and crossing his arms* Well, if he's all about robotics, then I suppose he is. And space travel.. A dead science.

But if he has a phone..

[candleplz.livejournal.com]

*Suddenly a little boy appeared behind Hanatarou, staring up at the old man with big curious blue eyes.*

Hana... who is your frwend?

[mr-yamada.livejournal.com]

Kento-san...ohhh what are you doing here? OH Um this is... ah...

I did not get his name!

[notrusty.livejournal.com]

Well, I didn't want to attract any unwanted attention.. or excite you too much, but I'm Doctor Thaddeus S. Venture, of course.

[madamemoiselle]

-Through some kind of Christian magic, Diva was in Lahan and not there to rape anyone. Yay! Diva was on the outskirts of town, but seeing the bald man babbling on about whatever, she decided to talk to him after all.-

An ATM? There's definitely not anything like that here at all. Or taxis, for that matter.

[notrusty.livejournal.com]

Well Hello..

*He dusted off the front of his shirt quickly, and attempted to stand a little straighter.. though he failed.*

No taxis, huh? Is that.. an invitation?

[madamemoiselle]

An invitation to what? I'm just saying there aren't any taxis here. I don't think in this whole world, really.

[notrusty.livejournal.com]

An.. I mean, I'm out here.. alone.. And you.. *He shook he head* Nevermind, nevermind.

If this hick town doesn't have a taxi, is there at least a payphone or something?

[madamemoiselle]

Oh, if you're looking for that, there's a brothel in the next town over.

No telephones either. Well, there are some people that have things like telephones, but really, no.

[notrusty.livejournal.com]

A Brothel-- Tch. The next town over? What is this, Kansas? Well, I don't see any little yappy dogs or kind old auntie Ems, sister, so why don't you tell me what the deal is.

Are you with the guild? The Monarch? You aren't that.. baboon uterus lady, are you?

[madamemoiselle]

Oh, how rude.

-She crossed her arms with a small frown.-

My name is Diva, and I'm not "with" anyone. I'm just traveling.

[notrusty.livejournal.com]

Well, I guess you don't have the voice.. But I'm sure they have surgeries for that.

Whatever. How are you traveling then? You're just out wandering around the wilderness by yourself?

[madamemoiselle]

Voice? I assure you that I can sing wonderfully.

Well, yes, pretty much.

[notrusty.livejournal.com]

Yes, I'm sure. And we're all very proud. Look, where is this other town. Do they have phones there? Or at least a bar? Maybe a mexican doctor who is lenient with his prescription pad, if you know what I mean.

[madamemoiselle]

-Diva pointed down the path, away from Lahan.- The next town is about ten kilometers that way. There's a bar and a doctor in Lahan, but no, I don't know what you mean.

[notrusty.livejournal.com]

Ten.. Kilo.. UGH! *he threw his hands up angrily* Walk that far for a phone?! I'm starting to think this is a whole other country! I didn't get on the cab to Ethiopia did I?!