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...From the Zoo.

Yes, I will be there. I have a surprise to show you as it were.

[ He tried not to think about the fact there was a Zoo here, a real zoo not that place they spent his youth. Did he have dreams? Did he deserve dreams? ]

good, i'll be here.

[Not the Zoo he remembered. For Jane it was just a landmark, not a place tied to suffering. He deserved his dreams as much as anyone else did, and she would fight to make him see that.

Fuck Haji for ending up that important to her, but she'd still fight for him.]

[ It was about a half hour later that he arrived, he hated taking a long time but he had been called to the desk on his way down. How they knew the case was his or how they didn't seem to have opened it was beyond him. It was enough that he forgot the book he had found that he thought Jane might like. The case was better anyway.

He ended up making his way quietly inside, only after knocking on the door frame or something not wanting to spook her. His outline certainly did appear different with the coffin shaped case on his back like a one strapped backpack. ]

My apologies for taking so long. I was stopped on my way out.

[The book wasn't her concern, nor was the case. She just wanted to see him, which was unusual for her. She just shrugs at him, holding out palms stained with paint.]

You don't have to apologize. You're here now, that's all that matters.

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[She's been stalling and putting it off for months now, for lots of reasons, all pretty well dumb and she knows they're dumb but- hey, this is a nice push to stop being a child and get them!

South shows up about mid-morning, not wanting to be the inconvenient asshole who pops in at the asscrack of dawn, but not wanting to make the chick sit around waiting all day. She doesn't have anything fancy for her supplies, not yet anyways, just everything loose in a bag as she waltzes up.

And while she of course knows better than to wear anything she likes when playing with paint, she isn't going to go to meet and help a possibly, probably cute girl in anything grungy. She's opted for her usual tight jeans and military boots, black studded belt, and fitted purple tank top. No jacket or coat, it's not really chilly enough for her to layer up just yet, and she's not dumb enough to wear long sleeves to paint.]

My standards are pretty low. My favorite food is 'edible'. Just grab some cheap stuff.

[Jane, meanwhile, has set up shop in the Gallows. She's already stashed a sleeping bag in the place's back room just in case she needs it, and is awaiting her various helpers while she paints.

When South shows up Jane's a little surprised, since she expected everyone would show up late-afternoonish even though she never specified a time. At least they can get started early, she guesses.

The cute girl is unfortunately hookup-adverse, but she's going to be friendly to South unless given a reason not to be. She opens the door and gestures the other woman inside.]

Hey, helper. Which one are you?

You're not even going to limit me to "chicken" or "Indian food"? Fuck, man, you're easy to deal with.

I've had to live off alien jerky. I'm real easy.

what do you mean "alien jerky?"

Jerky made from some big old alien invaders. If you're starving and some three-ton thick-skinned son of a bitch needs putting down? Better than nothing.

cool. i am so not getting you that.

Yeah. Good plan. Takes a lotta work and a rocket launcher and more time when it's worth when you all have ramen carts and hot dog stands. And these snoobloo things.

[They're snails. He doesn't know that. If he did? He'd still eat 'em.]

plus alien jerky sounds nasty as fuck. i'll get you some curry or pasta or whatever instead.

[Hey, no one said anything about hookups, exactly! She just likes attention in general, and especially from cute girls. Getting to peep at a pretty lady and have some fun with paint? Fuck yeah.

Also, not her fault she's a surprise guest, no time given and she has silly reasons for the shit she does]

The one and only South Dakota

[Ah pride and ego, a big cocky smile]

All right! Can you send me the address? The way the city changes, I don't trust normal directions.

Algebraic! I'll probably keep it pretty small, though. I'm not too good at art.

aren't those usually at ground level? or are you just that short no judgment if you are

[Address sent. Ventus can show up more or less whenever, Jane's switching between the interior of the gallery and the exterior parts she can paint white herself.]

[Probably a good thing, that's not Jane's forte. What Jane's good at is general chaos of a mostly-positive variety, along with a good amount of creative swearing, which can go right alongside South's attention and painting.]

First name South, last name Dakota? [Jane's also not great at admiration, generally just taking people as they are. She also leans more toward the skeptical side, but at the moment isn't about to turn down the help she can get.]

You're my wall-scaler, right? I'm the owner's proxy, Jane. [She holds out a hand, smiling.] Crazy Jane.

algebraic? are you doing math on the wall?

small's fine, big's fine, whatever anyone wants to do is great.

thank god you're not judging me for being short. assuming i'm dumb and a criminal's fine, but short? that might make you sound like an asshole.

vandalism is barely a crime but ok, I'm sorry. I shouldn't assume. I'm just used to my friends being into graffiti.

No, I just mean like, cool, awesome, I'm excited!

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(would you rather continue here or want me to copy/paste this as a log starter? i'm good w either!)

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(i don't have another log set up yet so here is good for now i think!)

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(sounds perf <3)

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