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[patchworksanity]

[Stein's sitting on his porch on a swing, relaxing. Yep. He's just relaxing. Not contemplating ways out of town, the mystery of how it can even exist, what he's heard from his contacts who've been to Westport...and certainly not watching people pass by from behind his reflective glasses

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[wolf_wolves]

[Is that...]

Oh hell how many Shibusen bastards ARE there lying around here?

Oh hi Free~ Stein doesn't know you yet~ He needs a canon update~

[patchworksanity]

Hrm...? Do I know you?

[wolf_wolves]

...No. No I don't think you do. But I know you, servant of the God of Death.

[patchworksanity]

[Stein closes his eyes for a moment, a name coming to him from his drone's memory.]

"Free", is it? The name sounds familiar...

You wouldn't happen to be a werewolf, would you?

[limerenceloli]

[Crazy doctor?

Oh my.

Saya must investigate this.

Have a tentacle loli passing by Stein's porch, forcefully dragging one of Giriko's bone golems behind her. Which happens to be on a dog leash.

This is a dog.

Yes.]

[patchworksanity]

What a cute dog you have there, miss.

[limerenceloli]

Hmm? Oh thank you, mister! Ah, yes, this is Fumi-chan. Say hello~

[The bone golem clacks a bit and rattles.]

One of my neighbors gave him to me.

[And by "give", she means "Giriko sent him as a messenger and it was coerced into staying at her house".]

[patchworksanity]

It's cute.

[Stein makes a mental note. There's no mistaking the famous Giriko the Golem Maker's handiwork. This girl can't be as innocent as she seems.]

What can I do for you today?

This Meeting Has Taken Far Too Long To Occur

[relaxiamadoctor]

[Fran wanders down the street on her way home from school.She stops as she notices a man with familiar features, ones she used to have but hasn't regained yet]

Ah~ You're Professor Stein, correct?

[OOC: Assuming his stitches and headscrew are present, Fran hasn't regained her own yet]

I could swear we've had this conversation before...

[patchworksanity]

[[The screw's in place, the stitches are visible, but less than his usual canon, done himself.]]

*nod* That's right. And you're...Fran, the nurse up at the Mayfield Clinic?

We're good friends, I think...

Just over the phone

[relaxiamadoctor]

[Shakes her head]

Actually, we've only spoken over the phone. I never made it to your bbq. And this town actually has me as a high school student rather than letting me work in the clinic as I'd like to~ I've set up a small one in a spare room in the school though~

The icon should tip you off to the ideas in his head right now.

[patchworksanity]

I see...I'm working as a professor at the high school, actually...perhaps we could help each other out.

[Stein offers some lemonade.]

Sit. Stay a while.