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11th Key: You are...not a pirate...

[Action A: 7134 Brooks]

[The house is surprisingly quiet, without the hum of Galleon engines overhead. But why would there be that? This is the house of the Marvelous family! Your average down-on-their-luck family; father working hard at the barely-paying job. See him now? He's picking up the paper as breakfast is getting ready. Anyone inside, or on the streets can come up and say hi.]

[Action B: L'Déplaisant]

[Marvelous is working hard for once, getting food out to the lunch/supper crowd, his head beginning to twinge in between tables. But he'll still have a smile on his face as you call him over.]

[Action C: Phone]

[Marvelous will be in agony by this point, having found a certain large piece of cardboard in his front closet, along with that strange red coat. He needs someone to talk to about it: anyone he can.]

H-hey....any of you...know what's going on?

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[Unlike Marvelous, Hajime's been hit hard by a full-on droning. No headaches, just constant drone-level cheerfulness...which should really alarm anyone under normal circumstnaces, given that this is Hajime.

He's on his lunch break from a hard day's work, and he's decided to splurge a bit at a nicer restaurant than the diner he usually goes to. He'll flag Marvelous over with a smile. At least he'll make a little small talk to his friend before trying to place an order.]

Afternoon! Day going alright so far?

The occasional headache, but things otherwise are fine. What can I getcha? There's lots of great meals today. Though...I really wish they'd get cuts from your market.

[He'll set Hajime a menu.]

Hey, if you did, I'd be happy to deliver in the mornings. Could guarantee you guys the best of it, too.

[Yeah, his drone brain is busy thinking up ways to get a promotion at his own job. The horror. He's looking at that menu now.]

How's the special look today?

Like dog meat.

[Huh? What!? Headache spike!]

Erm...I mean....not to appetizing. The cook's having a bad day. You might want to go with something that has more taste than presentation.

I guess it's "special" for a reason, huh?

Say, maybe you've been working too hard. You doing anything this Saturday? I was thinking of getting the wife out of the house and getting some of the boys together for a game of poker.

[Nope, nothing's broken through the droning yet...even if he's still got quite the affinity for playing cards.]

How's the chicken sandwich?

I suppose, yeah.

[And the aching will subside as he goes back to 'normal.]

Sounds like a good plan to me. It'll be good to get out and relax.

I'd go with it. The short-order guy is in a much better mood. And maybe a salad as the side?

Yeah, everyone's been working pretty hard lately. A little fun couldn't hurt. I mean, we're all living in the greatest town on Earth, why do we need to be stressed out?

[He'll set the menu down now and give Marvelous a cheerful nod.]

Sounds good to me.

Some great town...stick me with.. OW!

[Bad Marvelous. Stay in line.]

Ahem...I'll get your order back there right away.

Maybe you should see someone about that headache.

[That's about all Hajime's droned brain can see wrong with the situation, sadly. He'll just give Marvelous another smile.]

Thanks.

Tried. Date had no clue what it is...

[A lie...he'd never gone to see him. But it seemed like as good of an excuse as any...]

[Like Hajime is really capable of spotting lies right now...]

That's too bad. You probably just need a good night's sleep.

Maybe. I have to get through work first though.

I'm sure you'll manage. We've all got days like that--just have to take a couple of aspirin, buckle down, and get through it. It's the American way!

[So much denial if he's ever reminded of this conversation again. So very much.]

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