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[rianofski]

[He's in a better mood than normal -- not that that's saying much, given that his normal mood vacillates somewhere between dour and downright irritated -- and he's gone for a walk, cigarette in hand, enjoying the quiet.

Until, of course, he starts to realize that there's far more people here than there should be. Either he's been incredibly unobservant and not noticed these people before -- unlikely, as his rampant paranoia means he's noticed most people in the City during his time here -- or there has been a sudden influx of people.

He looks suspiciously at the first person who walks by him, taking a long drag on his cigarette, holding the smoke in his lungs for a long time before exhaling. If he blows smoke on that hapless visitor, well, can he really be blamed?]

[[OOC: COME AT HIM BROS]]

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[groomingstandard]

( Have a stocky man puffing out his chest in front of him, blocking his path and eyeing him, before shouting in a Southern accent: )

Your moostache is in violation of Godfather's grooming standard.

[rianofski]

Excuse me?

[He narrows his eyes, staring at the man in front of him.]

[groomingstandard]

( Narrowing his eyes. ) Don't play stupid with me, son. Your moostache hairs. Theys are growing beyond the corners of yer mouth. You are unsightly and unsanitary and in violation of the grooming standard.

[rianofski]

[This is so bizarre that he's not certain he can take it seriously anymore.]

Did you just call me son? I'm at least twenty years older than you.

[groomingstandard]

( S h o u t i n g ) POOLICE THAT MOOSTACHE!

[rianofski]

Don't shout at me, young man. I'll do whatever I like with my mustache.

[groomingstandard]

Are you mocking me?

[up_at_7_42]

[And there's a young man a few feet away, frowning and not really looking directly at anything. He's skinny, hunches slightly and his hands move in front of his face, the gestures odd but very specific. And he's quoting various npc posts and comments as he sees them, even if he isn't reading the device in his hand. In fact, he's ignoring it as best as possible.]

'No. Not this again. I hate these weekends. They're 2 much.' '2' is a number. Not a word.

'Mom? Mom, are you here? Anyone from home? I'm...' No, that's boring.

[Seriously. Check the device. They're on the network now. And his hand waves something away before he looks at his device, completely ignoring Mister Ryan.] Doctor Rosen. Doctor Rosen, this isn't New York. All the signals are wrong and I can't find anyone. What happened?

[A pause, another brief frown before his expression shifts and he speaks again.] Nina? Cameron. Bill, if this was you...

[rianofski]

[Andrew isn't particularly happy that there's someone standing in his way, but he is curious about what the young man is doing, especially because he's not actually reading from the device, though he seems to be quoting from it.]

An interesting trick.

[up_at_7_42]

[And Gary turns a bit, not looking directly at Ryan. It seems as though eye contact just isn't a thing with him. And his face twitches, never really staying on one expression for long but expressing frustration all the same.]

Interesting trick. It's what I do. This isn't New York.

[rianofski]

No, it certainly isn't. They call it the City, which is an inane and particularly uncreative name.

[He frowns, studying Gary.]

[up_at_7_42]

[Gary's back to searching signals again, waving ones away that don't interest him. Reading ones that could possibly be of use but, no. Now there are too many and it's starting to hurt.]

I have to go home. This isn't--- I don't live here. I don't work here.

[More signals to read and then he lowers his hands, now looking at Mister Ryan a bit more. Just sort of watching him, just as he's watching Gary.]

I have to go home. How did I get here? I was on the train platform and everyone was lying down. I need to help.

[rianofski]

From what I've been told of this weekend, you're likely to go home in several days.

[He raises an eyebrow, wondering just what the young man is up to.]

[deadandvoid]

[This particular person who gets smoke in his face isn't particularly imposing looking at first. He's on the shorter side and expensively dressed. However when he looks at Andrew, the expression is one of a man who is looking at a particularly irritating insect he's going to squish.

Also of something that's very old. Very powerful. And very deadly. The sort of man Andrew might be if he had several thousand years to perfect everything.]

[rianofski]

[Andrew isn't intimidated by him, even if he should be. In fact, Andrew is very rarely intimidated by anyone. So instead of responding in any way that indicates he's aware that blowing smoke in someone's face is deeply irritating, he simply raises an eyebrow.]

Is there a problem?

1/2 bringing Theo over to prevent murder.

[deadandvoid]

[Melkor reaches over and plucks the cigarette from Andrew and tosses it to the ground.]

Not any more. [Ant.]

Re: 1/2 bringing Theo over to prevent murder.

[deadmanbusiness]

[At that point the man with the sunglasses who claimed to be the son of a god comes nearly running up to them.]

Father! Ah. Yes. I'm glad to see you. You just walked off. [He glances at Andrew.]

This is the business man I told you about.

[rianofski]

Your father. Fascinating.

[He lights another cigarette, takes a long and almost defiant drag on it, and then flicks the ash off onto Theo's father.]

[deadandvoid]

[In a lightening quick movement, he grabs Andrew's wrist firmly but not crushingly.]

I would advise you to stop.

[racial]

Oh, hell no, dawg. You did not just blow smoke in my face.

[rianofski]

[He looks the other man up and down, and then shrugs.]

Not intentionally, no.

[But he totally still did anyway.]

[racial]

That's some proper white boy shit, yo, that's fucking typical.

[rianofski]

I have less than no idea what it has to do with my being white.

[racial]

Figures that you've never heard of white fucking privilege, motherfucker.

[rianofski]

I can't say I have, no, though I can probably puzzle out just what you're implying.

[Says the man from the 1950s.]