[He's running. Chains clatter behind him, but as long as no one is holding the other end, they won't hinder him. He won't stop to remove his shackles. He won't stop to rub his scraped and bloody feet or to adjust the torn Reaper cloak he's wrapped around himself. He won't stop until the cacophony of shrieks and howls no longer echoes in his ears.

Or until a spout of steam erupts from under his foot and sends him somersaulting into another poor, unsuspecting Restless. That works too.]

has anyone seen a four leaf clover necklace anywhere? maybe near the freaky people cocoons? i didn't get a chance to look around when i first woke up, but it's really important to me, so if you picked it up please give it back.

thanks.

[It's probably a stupid thing to ask, considering the circumstances, but Takemichi finally decides to just do it anyway. The scary questions can come later.]

[Now that Takemichi's managed the secure some clothes and flipflops, now that he's calmed down enough to accept that he's well and truly dead, it's time to peruse the noticeboard. He picks what sounds like the easiest request and heads down to the harbors with a broomstick, wire, and a wad of feathers tied to a small piece of driftwood.

Anyone walking nearby will find him wet shorts planted on an otherwise empty dock, broomstick between his knees, grumbling to himself because the stupid fish aren't biting. And clearly that's a black spot on their little, fishy characters.]