Great Room, Laundry Room

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[Mikami would like to think that, at worst, he looks like a businessman on business in an unfamiliar part of town holding a map in hand and referencing it against everything he sees. Maybe at best he'd look like a building inspector, checking that everything were up to code. He does have a blank, serious-by-default expression in place as he steps out from the south bedroom hallway with that introductory piece of paper in hand. Shame the baggy, pukey-sea foam green Japanese prison outfit kind of dashes either of those images and just makes him look like a particularly leisurely burglar.

That his first destination is that south east corner to stare up at the camera the map says is in place--yup, that's a camera all right--really doesn't help with that.

Eventually, if he gets through peering at the camera without being deferred, his goal will be the laundry room to check on that obviously suspicious blue door on the map.

As soon as he sees the clothing in that laundry room, he'll be changing on the spot out of that prison uniform and into the suit hanging there--his suit, damn it. In his defense, Mikami never was a fan of sit-coms and hasn't watched anime since his age hit the double digits, so the potential for any of those supposed others mentioned in the letter walking in on such a thing hasn't crossed his mind.

He also thinks nothing of nabbing Light's second outfit to bring with him after changing. It's about his size.

....Hell, beggars can't be choosers, he'll take L's too.]



[OOC: Feel free to initiate interactions at any stage of the above narrative. Also feel free to thread-jack for three-four-five-whateverway threads.]

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[andeatit]

[Yagami Light has a lot of things to do, as he's not going to believe a piece of paper. There were things to test, such as rather or not the cell phones really couldn't call out or if the internet really was just the intranet - but he also doesn't feel the need to go to the cameras yet. Having woken up in the second bedroom, he was thankfully able to try this out without looking for another computer, but the results were unfortunate: everything seemed to be true.

The laundry room is also his next goal, as it stands out and in this case, the exception seemed more important than the rule. If something was worth locking up, it might be worth finding.

Because of his tests, he doesn't arrive until Mikami has finished dressing, but it's a close call, as he meets him at the door. He doesn't run into him, but he does stop suddenly, eyes growing wider. He knew there were meant to be other people, but he also knew there was meant to be a killer somewhere. That would mean they were all horribly suspicious of one another and with good reason.]

Ah... [His eyes then go to the gathered clothing. He recognizes his own suit, but while that could possibly be chalked up to similar tastes as the man is in a nice suit that didn't belong to Light, but the familiar white shirt and jeans clue him in that it's not just a coincidence.] Delivering laundry?

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[Having folded his laundry--yes, his 'dirty' laundry, the prison uniform--and placed it in the hamper, Mikami doesn't so much as start at the other person walking in. Mikami gives a faint bow, eyes always up, looking Light over. It'd be easy enough to really mistake Mikami for some kind of staff member by demeanor... aside from the fact that he doesn't seem to understand doing his supposed job.]

"Delivering"? [Mikami frowns, looking at the clothing in his arms, then to Light. He then stares at Light, frown becoming more pointed as he holds up the jeans and t-shirt set, voice is a mix of hopeful and resigned, wishing but knowing he's wrong.] ... Yours?

[andeatit]

[He's dressed in his own sleeping clothes, so he might be forgiven for thinking he wore the jeans. That was, if the expensive hair style, if the otherwise groomed appearance didn't give it away.

He won't say what the white shirt and jeans mean, if it could even mean that, but that's not what he plans on wearing.]

The suit is mine. I wouldn't mind lending it out if I had other clothing, but since I would be stuck in this, I'll be needing it to change.

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[Holding in a sigh, Mikami takes hold of the relevant hangers and offers the lot of it out with a stiff arm. In an undisguised pique, his stare remains fixated on Light's face.]

[andeatit]

Thank you.

[He accepts the clothing and steps aside.] Since you were leaving anyway, if you don't mind stepping aside, I'll get changed in the room.

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[For a few seconds Mikami remains silent and unmoving, as if Light had said something suspicious. Finally that affront reaches a peak and he turns, hanging up the other clothes he'd taken--namely, L's. But at least he leaves without any real argument or fuss, as well as without a word.]

[andeatit]

[Stepping inside, he would close the door and begin his own business. He had met his first housemate, and it could have gone better, but he could hardly give up his clothing.]