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Flying fish room [private conversation]

[Matt's wandering again, smoking, of course, half keeping an eye out for Mello and half wondering if there's a room that might give him his memories back without severely traumatizing him in the process. When he spots the fish floating around in midair, he can't resist going into the bar.

And this is neat, and clearly one of the rooms not designed to fuck people over. He looks around, puffing on his cigarette, and doesn't notice the other person there at first. Finally he does, gives a small double-take at the hair, and waves.]

Oh, hey.

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Ryuuzaki, or something else?

[He comes over to the counter to find an ashtray, and cranes his neck to look at the bottle. His left arm is still in a sling, though it's almost better enough that he doesn't need it anymore.]

Whatcha got there?

Pink, actually.

(He flashes Matt a grin, the joke obvious, and offers him the bottle.)

Alcohol of some sort. I haven't had any for a few months, and I decided now is a good as time as any.

(A glance at the sling, and a finger to his lips.)

Get into a fight?

I'm Matt, hey. Nice to meetcha. [He smiles back.]

Gin. You're gonna want to mix that with something, I bet. Or I could make you a drink. A Mello asked me if I was a bartender in my past life.

[Going around the bar; he shrugs with his good shoulder.]

Tried to, heh. It was in the drug room, so it was a little one-sided.

Nice to meet you as well, Matt.

(Blinkblink.)
Oh, alright. I wouldn't have known that. I most likely would have drank straight from the bottle. If you make drinks, make one for yourself as well. It isn't any fun drinking alone.

(A small smile, and then a head tilt.)

Hm. Hope you feel better, at the very least.

Ah, I was definitely getting one for me too!

[He likes beer, though, and thinks Pink just might prefer something fancier. He thinks it over for a moment and makes a cranberry martini before getting himself a pint of the copper ale on tap. He sets the martini glass beside Pink's perch on the counter.]
Lemme know if that's not OK.

Thanks. It's fine, I'm almost all healed up.

[He takes a sip of beer and studies Pink curiously.]
Are you a version who's a detective?

Heh, good.

(Pink grins at the sight of the martini; he's never actually had something that delicate. In fact, the last time he'd gotten drunk, it'd been straight from the bottle. Bottle of vodka, that is.)

Looks good to me, actually. I don't think I've ever actually had alcohol in a glass before.

(He snorts, and brings it up to sip. It tastes pretty good, and he finds himself taking another sip right after the first. He raises an eyebrow questioningly when Matt speaks.)

Hm? Oh, yes. I was a detective, though not so much anymore.

You haven't, really? [It's out before he can think it might sound insulting, and he laughs nervously.] Heh, sorry.

You've been here a while, then? I bet it gets boring for you guys who're used to having a lot of shit to do.

Ahahah. No, I haven't. The mansion didn't always have a bar. It used to just have a cellar full of alcohol, therefore, no glasses or anything fancy. It's been a long time since I drank last.

(He's still grinning; it takes more than just that to offend him.)

Yes. Approaching... hm, ten months? Maybe eleven. I'm not exactly sure.
And it can get boring, but I've found ways to amuse myself. It's a nice break, actually, from a lifetime of working nonstop on cases.

This the third bar I've been in. [He looks around at the fish.] And the coolest.

Holy crap. I didn't know it kept people that long. Though, heh. I'd rather be here than where I came from, I think.

So, what's amusing around here?

This is one of my favorite rooms, actually. I come here a lot.

It does, though I'm one of the oldest residents. I've been here longer than most. And I'll agree with you on that point, I'd much rather be here than where I came from.

(A pause, and then a grin and a laugh.)

Well. Sex is my favorite, to be blunt.
But the rooms are fun to explore, so long as you don't go into the ones with the Xs.

It's weirdly relaxing. Hm, there's someone I ought to bring here.

Is it... It was bad, where I came from. For me, anyway.

Ha. [He might go a little red and look off into space.] Yeah, I. Yeah.

I've heard about the ones with Xs, but the worst one I've been in so far was where the kitchen was supposed to be.

Someone~?

Mm. I can understand that. It wasn't all that great where I came from either.
Was there any particular reason why it was bad for you, if you don't mind me prying?

(... Oho. That's interesting. Pink gives him a wide grin.)
Hm, already experienced that amusement, maybe?

What did the room do? The kitchen is never where it's supposed to be.

Someone who needs to relax more, I think.

I'm dead. Pretty sure, anyway. Like, I don't actually remember dying, but my clothes and shit I had when I got here sure made it seem like I had.

...Maybe. [Definitely red now.]

That was the one that put people on drugs.

Ah. This room'll definitely do it, then.

(Oddly enough, he grins.)
Ooh, what a coincidence. So am I.
At least you aren't alone in that, hm?

(A knowing grin.)
Heh. I don't blame you.

That room? I... don't like that room. Bad experiences. You too, apparently.

Do you remember it? Sorry. Just, I've met other people who died, but not who were dead when they got here.

Never thought I'd get to make out with myself. [Still blushing, but laughing too.]

It was bullshit, man. Some other room had done something to me, and it was like two sets of memories fighting it out in here. [He taps his forehead.]

Yes. I do remember it, though only specific bits.

(He sounds very calm about it, actually.)

Ahah. I've never actually made out with myself. Most of the versions of me are either prudes or in a relationship. And I'm in a relationship, too, so I can't really go around looking.

(He laughs a little.)

Oooh, ouch. That sounds painful. The mansion sucks sometimes.

I didn't even know my name when I got here. That's not normal, is it?

Well, that was before- I mean. I kinda met someone I like a lot. [He sips his beer and smiles vaguely.]

I guess it was a room that gave me the fake ones, but it did it all sneakily.

... No, it's not normal. As far as I know. Then again, not many people die and come here. Most of them come from the middle of a regular day.

I figured. That's normal. I met someone that I like a lot, too, here.
(Stirs his martini with a finger, smiling, too.)

Really? I've never been in that room, I don't think.
Good thing.

And I kinda- [He lights another cigarette and spins it around between his fingers.] -know facts about my life, and shit, but I don't really remember them. Not as if they happened to me.

Hey, that's great, man. What's... he? Like?

It really does a number on people.

That's odd. I've never really heard of a case like that before. You're saying you know what happened to you, but you don't feel like you've experienced it, right?

Yes, he. I always find it funny that people know I'm a homosexual right off the bat.
(A bit of a dreamy look crosses his face at this, though.)
His name's Elle. He's wonderful, really.
You know, I lied earlier, that I've never made out with myself. I always forget that Elle is another L. Heh.

Sounds that way.

Exactly. It feels, like, far away, still.

The hair's a tiny clue. [He grins.] I'm bi, myself. Which has turned out to be awfully good, here.

Is he from one of those worlds without Kira?

Huh. I don't know what to tell you, Matt. I'm sorry. I wish I could help more.

(But he does laugh at the hair comment.)
It usually is.
Turned out to be a good thing? Why's that?

No, his world has a Kira, but...
You know about Wammy's and the title of L, right? He's working for that title, and grew up at Wammy's. It's an interesting world.

Oh, no worries. I'll remember when I'm ready to, yeah?

Heh. [Blushing again and sipping at his almost-empty beer.] That person I like? I met her as a girl, but he's usually a guy? And we. Um. Both ways.

Huh. That's weird. I was at Wammy's, I remember bits of it. But our L was always, you know. L.

Positive thinking. I like that.

(He laughs.)
I see. That's actually sort of sweet. You know, love trancends all boundaries and such.
... Actually, you know, don't listen to me. I'm actually a hopeless romantic is disguise. Especially when I'm drunk.

(Chuckling, he sips his martini, as if emphasizing his point.)

Mmhm. Obviously, that's how it was for me, as well. Though I doubt your L was quite as flamboyant as I am, don't you think?

No sense worrying about it, y'know?

Oh, it's not- I mean, "love" is kinda- I just like her. Him. Whichever.

I don't think I ever met L. But I have this vague memory of a voice on a computer. And Mello talked about him a lot.

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