Mikami's morning rounds and location logs

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[Mikami's morning schedule is as follows unless interrupted;

From a little after midnight until 7AM, he'll be sleeping on the office couch, in full suit and tie, aside from his shoes at the front entrance. He's a light sleeper but not so light somebody intentionally trying not to wake him couldn't enter and do something.

At 7AM he will wake up and look out into the main area, then return to check the computer if nothing's thrown him off schedule.

Unless he makes alternate plans due to talking to anyone via computer, at 7:30 he'll briefly check the laundry room. He'll then head to the Master Bathroom and proceed with basic morning hygiene and showering.

By 8:00 he'll head to the kitchen and either interact with whoever else is there or just make coffee alone.

At 7:30, he takes Ed to the laundry room and moves the laundry to the dryer before heading to the beach with him.

...This is a rather dry read, but that's Mikami for you. For being transported into a murderous land of magic and mystery where waking up alive is perhaps a small miracle, his morning habits are quite normal. Arguably unsettlingly so. He seems entirely comfortable and at home in the setting to anyone observing.]

Comments

[tochallengethesun]

Edward Elric. Do you want to trade the map for a boat or not? If you stop arguing, I won't put any holes in it. Probably.

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How reassuring.

[tochallengethesun]

[He just holds his hand out for the map.]

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[Mikami stares at his face, waiting for eye contact before looking to the copier, then back to him.]

[tochallengethesun]

[Amber eyes follow Mikami's eyes before he shakes his head.]

I can make a boat faster than anybody else. That's better than some weird box.

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That "weird box" can copy your letter and give you a copy of mine, with the map included, faster than you could draft a boat.

[tochallengethesun]

A boat in a minute's easy.

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A boat in a minute?

[tochallengethesun]

After I get to the trees, yeah. That's worth a map, huh?

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[A skeptical stare before he turns to the computer again, sitting down in the seat and beginning to type.] I'm letting somebody know where we're going before I have you take me someplace alone with tools.

[tochallengethesun]

Go ahead, but I won't need tools. Just be sure to bring the map.

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You're gong to make a boat in under a minute without tools. [He doesn't look away from what he's doing.]

[tochallengethesun]

Alchemy. [He says the one word and leaves it there. Surely Mikami has heard of it, he just doesn't know Ed can use it.]

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Right. Alchemy. Of course. Then, I'll take you to the beach area. [After turning off the camera feed, he lingers at the computer with a few more clicks and key presses before logging out.] Before that, I'll need to change clothes to go out. We'll need to go to the laundry room.

[tochallengethesun]

[There's no reason to assume sarcasm when alchemy is a very normal thing.]

There's other people here, too? You just plan on leaving them behind?

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Let's see this boat of yours before gathering everybody into one convenient place for you.

[tochallengethesun]

There's nothing convenient about a group. [His voice is a low grumble as he starts to head for the door. Though he doesn't know where the laundry room is located, he knows it's not here.]

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[Having checked with Light (that's you) about the thread with Ginko, the main area will likely be empty when they pass through after 7:30AM. Mikami's eyes scan the area as they step out of the office, looking to see if Ed seems to instinctively know the way, looking for signs of him pretending not to know the way.

He will eventually, if Ed prompts him to or seems not to be trending in any certain direction, take a decisive if silent lead through the kitchen and to the laundry room.]]

Blow my cover

[tochallengethesun]

[Ed seems to have no idea where to go after leaving the bedroom. These people were so rich they had to waste a room for a place to wash clothes, but that doesn't mean he can guess where it's located. So, once they exit, he stops and finally follows behind Mikami.]

Laundry Room

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[Once in the laundry room, he stops to examine the clothing that's there. At this point, there's Atsushi, Misa, Ed and Ginko's second sets of clothing are hanging up still. Mikami doesn't seem very happy with that. He doesn't seem any less happy than usual about it, either.

Without wasting much time he heads to the laundry machine, digging the clothing (Light's second set of clothes, L's second set of clothes, and a prison uniform) out to put into the dryer, continuing to make no particular face over it other than the perpetually displeased one he's been wearing since waking up.]

[tochallengethesun]

[Ed's is just a white shirtt with a wide neck circled neckline, and a black pants; it's his training clothes. Frowning, he steps around Mikami to reach for them.]

How'd this end up in here? [There's no need to change, but they're his, and it might help on the boat.]

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A second set's arrived here at the same time each person has. [After pushing the buttons to start the dryer, he takes a hanger from the row of clothing and starts taking off his tie and jacket to hang on it.] At least two more people've come with you. Two are girls, it seems...

[It's an absent remark as he remains more distracted by the fact that he'll have to put on plain white prison sneakers. They clash with a dark green suit something awful, damn it.

Why doesn't the plain dressing freak near enough to his size at least wear shoes?]

[tochallengethesun]

It'd make a lot more sense to get them all now instead of having to come back. [For now, amber eyes watch him.]

Has somebody here been in jail?

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Weren't you the one who asked what's convenient about a group? [After unbuttoning his shirt sleeves, he starts rolling them up.] Yes. Why?

[tochallengethesun]

I don't need the group, the group needs me.

Because we're leaving a houseful of people alone with a criminal.