[Open] Long Time No See...Old Man?

[fugue_angel]

Characters:Fugue (fugue_angel) and open
Date/Time: All day 05/11
Location: All over! Bazaar, Elevator, Section 4…
Rating: PG
Summary: This is an open log for anyone interested in running into Fugue. Our hero is horrified at the graffiti that is covering his beloved Edensphere and is looking for people to FIX IT AT ONCE. Woe be it to whoever he runs into.

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[fugue_angel]

There wasn't time to question people' odd clothing, not when there was a wall that needed to be cleaned up. Fugue came stomping by, gesturing frantically to a very annoyed looking member of Housekeeping that was trailing behind him.

"See! Right here!" Fugue ignored Key as he pointed to the mess on the wall in front of them. "I want it all gone and don't try to tell me it can't be done. You're on my payroll" -- technically Justice's but didn't everyone report to Fugue?--"and I want it done." His voice was uncharacteristically sharp and even through the sunglasses he was wearing it was easy to see he was furious.

As the Housekeeper tried to slink away, Fugue turned and glanced back at Key. Was it just him or was this man talking to himself? He looked over to the word that happened to be right in front of them.

"Exterminate? Bunch of nonsense."

[fugue_angel]

Fugue was briefly and visibly back by Key. After a moment, he recovered enough to give the stranger a confused look. "I thought 'nonsense' would apply to anything that fails to make sense. This mess clearly lacks meaning."

He frowned. "Unless--it's a coded message. Do you think so? I bet it is code--ha! All the more reason to cover it up!" The Exile would NOT win, not while he was able to do something about it! He looked around for the Housekeeper he'd chewed out. "It's not made by no one, it's clearly made by someone. Someone who has no respect for public property and propriety." Now where did that man go, Fugue wasn't done with him yet.

Although it looked like the worker managed to give them the slip while Fugue was distracted. Rats.

Morning; at the Bazaar

[getsome_sleep]

Huo stared at the wall; the wall stared back.

He was forced to admit that whatever purpose there was behind the image, he was clearly missing it. It certainy added no beauty to the bookshop; if it meant to portray a smile, then it did so with remarkable lack of talent. Perhaps there was no message here. Perhaps the face was meant to mimic the expression of the mysterious artist - the Tree's own work, no doubt - as he or she watched their prank unfold.

"Is that a trollface?" A passing woman asked her companion as they walked by, prompting him to wonder for the dozenth time that week just what a 'troll' was, and how it lived its life with such an ugly face. Huo sighed to himself as he turned to go, his attention still on the picture. Another day, another mystery.

Assuming its sometime after Key

[fugue_angel]

Fugue had been busy ordering Housekeeping around, trying to get someone to paint over the walls of the Bazaar. Apparently it took more than an hour to divert workers from their usual jobs to carter to his whims. Unacceptable if you asked him. Still, he was trying to be calm about this, as anger was exactly what the Exile wanted.

He paused by a particularly ugly yet strangely familiar face that was painted on the front of the bookstore. A passerby mentioned it was a trollface. It wasn't funny whatever it was and Fugue felt annoyed just looking at it.

"Another one of those symbols," Fugue grumbled to himself in disgust. "Covering this up will be expensive!" Maybe he could find volunteers instead? Make it some sort of civic duty...

[getsome_sleep]

Somewhat distracted as he was, Huo nearly walked into the other passerby, nimbly ducking aside and out of the way at the very last instant. The stranger looked irate - well, most everyone that he had seen that day looked irate. As tricks of the Tree went, this one was perhaps less harmless than it initially appeared.

It was the stranger's quiet words that caught his attention, however: did he work in Housekeeping? Suddenly his thoughts turned to Stellaris and her workmates. It was they who had the most right to complain. "My apologies," he said, stopping to offer the potential collision victim a polite bow. "It seems as though you have enough trouble on your mind today."

[fugue_angel]

He was so distracted that he almost missed Huo nearly walking straight into him. It gave him a bit of a start but his ire faded somewhat as the stranger swiftly apologized.

"Ah! Quite alright, no harm done." He considered the man's statement. "Yes, as does anyone in some role of leadership forced to contend with this...mess." Fugue gestured to the wall in disgust. "It's horrible--such scrawl demeans our hard working bazaar merchants and citizens! A violation!"

A little over dramatic perhaps, but when Fugue was on a bend it was difficult to get him off.

Lunchtime, Bazaar

[wayofflowers]

Bellflower had intended on heading straight for lunch on her break, but it seemed like the graffiti had multiplied exponentially since she last passed through. Half of it didn't even seem to make sense - she wasn't even sure 'moon princess halation' was composed of actual words. And the mess of it all made everything look ugly and unkempt. She pursed her lips and frowned slightly, as if glaring at it would make the graffiti go away.

[fugue_angel]

Satisfied that he had enough people attempting to scrub out the most offensive of graffiti at the entrance of the bazaar, Fugue was slowly and cautiously perusing the stalls for something to eat. He didn't have what anyone would consider a refined palate. Rather he was sorely tempted by the fresh pizza that was being baked nearby.

He was so distracted by this that he almost ran into a tall woman with long dark hair. She was giving one of the tagged walls a look of disdain and Fugue could completely understand that reaction.

"Terrible, isn't it?" He clucked his tongue. "Moon Princesses. Bah."

Only tall in personality |D

[wayofflowers]

Bellflower nodded her agreement with the newcomer. "It's quite the eyesore. Though I suppose this nonsense is better than the crudely drawn pornography I saw earlier." She had no issue with graphic depictions of sex, but there was a time and a place. And the artist had absolutely butchered the anatomy. A bad example all around.

Well pretend I said short then <.< >.>

[fugue_angel]

"Pornography?!" Pause. "Where? So I can have the Housekeeping staff paint over it at once." Right. "That's just over the line."

He shook his head and drew himself up to his full height, pulling himself out of a slouch he hadn't even been aware he'd been in.

"I refuse to let whoever is responsible make a mockery of our society. I'm hoping that we can cover at least some of it with paint, even if it fails to last for very long."

Bazaar area near his restaurant

[hisbutler_bound]

Black was having a rather normal day and on the end of his work shift, he headed out as usual. That was until he found himself stopped beside his beloved restaurant. Painted on the side was rather neon orange letters.

"Eat at Joe's," the demon sounded out. Strange he didn't recognize Joe's for that matters or was even aware there was a Joe to begin with. Black himself was dressed in his usual black from head to toe in a casual style, including his gloves. He lacked the usual butler style.

For someone trying to remain average, Black knew he was there when he got in range. His presence was familiar and his crimson eyes turned on him, "Good afternoon."

[fugue_angel]

The man standing under the bright orange letters was familiar but it look Fugue a few seconds before context clicked. "Ah hello there." This was one of his Greeters. Derrick? No. Not that dim witted fellow Charger. Gum was a girl..

"Black." Ah that was it. Pleased with himself for recovering so smoothly, Fugue adjusted his course so he could stop and chat.

"Good afternoon yourself. Have you been well?" He hoped that was polite enough considering Fugue was rather out of touch with everyone on his staff. It couldn't be helped though, not after his long winter illness...

"This place is quite the mess. It's maddening."

[hisbutler_bound]

His brow lifted faintly at the casual conversation and he gave a slight sigh at the mess he would have to clean up. He was more irritated at the fact that this might be one of those small irritations that would come off on its own even if he scrubbed long into the night.

"As well as I can be, Mister Fugue." With that, he smiled somewhat overly polite, "Your reservation for a free meal at my restaurant has not yet expired nor will it, incase you were wondering." His tone was calm, trying not to frighten him off again.

"Yes, unfortunately. Most rude to deface such property."

[fugue_angel]

More memories swirled into Fugue's head the longer he stopped to chat with Black. He remembered..ah yes. There was a reason this man looked so familiar. He had been his greeter. Why he'd forgotten that? Then again, ever since he took ill last winter his memory hadn't been the greatest. Things kept swirling away from him...

...But there was no reason to dwell on that now! He remembered Black perfectly. He had--

--A reservation at a restaurant. RIGHT. "Ah yes," he smiled nervously. "That had slipped my mind. My apologizes. That really is something I should take you up on, yes?" Although he wasn't sure if he wanted to keep Black's company. He was a very unnerving individual--that much he remembered.

"I agree! The nerve of some people. Not only is it an eyesore, it makes absolutely no sense whatsoever." And was possibly a code. From the Exile.

Afternoon, Section 4

[vile_queen]

That there was grafitti at all did not impress Mona. Surely things could be better attended to than this. It must be some sort of gang; the same words and phrases seemed to be repeated often. As she finished cleaning off of one building (empty, perhaps that made it more of a target) she turned her attention to the next building, this one resided in and yet still marked.

Normally she would have little interest in pursuing someone who had done something of little use, and little waste. But it was getting in her way. Her gaze fell on the passing man, one she wasn't sure she'd seen before. Then again, he didn't stand out much. It was possible they'd passed here or there. Mona didn't hide the fact that she was watching him, but she watched everyone, really.

[fugue_angel]

Unlike Mona, Fugue failed to notice the redhead cleaning the building. He was eying his journal, watching several of the Housekeepers touch base with each other about recently completed projects. He watched the proceedings with some satisfaction. At least people were finally working on the problem.

He closed his journal with a snap and continued to walk towards Mona. On the way he walked by an overflowing garbage bin. Rather than stoop to pick up the trash that was littered around, Fugue stopped and looked for another hapless Housekeeper to yell at.

[vile_queen]

She watched him stop and wondered what that was about. Was he waiting for someone in particular? By a trashcan? Surely not. There were far superior locations to hold a meeting at; who would decide upon meeting at such a place? Though, given the intelligence of some here... She couldn't resist asking; there was no way indulging her curiousity here could be dangerous, Mona figured. "Do you await someone? Or do you simply like trash cans?"

[[ooc: Brunette, or sometimes black hair. Her outfit is what's red.]]

oh ok

[fugue_angel]

Fugue looked up at the woman with a slight frown. That was a rude question wasn't it? He didn't like trash cans!

"Ah. I am simply pondering if I should call someone over to get rid of this mess, that is all."

He tried to be polite, although it required a bit on his part. He was pretty frustrated and for some reason he'd been getting odd ball questions from random people all day.