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[Vash can be found just outside Community Building 4. He’s dressed in clothes that are a bit too small for him. He SHOULD be waiting inside for Luka who was kind enough to offer to find his coat for him. Except he just couldn’t keep his curiosity in check once making sure Meryl was back in bed and taken care of. He’s experimenting with the snow …and failing slightly. He’s TRYING to build a snowman but hasn’t quite realized you can PACK snow. So it’s just a pile right now.

Help the confused desert dweller?]

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[mikangirl.livejournal.com]

[Will glance behind her just a little before she answers.]

Top floor, room 25. [Points at community building four.] Right here. For a little bit longer, anyway.

[Not quite in the habit of giving out coats to strangers, for Nami is not a great believer in charity. However, the idea of Vash coming down sick and going back to Meryl and making her feel even worse is pretty nasty.]

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[goldenglasses]

[Looks behind you - what? She see something?]

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[goldenglasses]

[Well I don't see anything!]

[Puts the coat on] AHHH! This is so much better! [WATCH OUT! Hug attack!] Thank you so much!!!

[mikangirl.livejournal.com]

[That's because there is nothing there, Vash. OR IS THERE?]

Oh, you're-- [Ack! Hugged! Well, she's more startled than anything else.] --welcome?

[goldenglasses]

[Let's you go] Thanks to you my mission of creating a snowman is that much closer to completion! Next! Snow angels!

[mikangirl.livejournal.com]

Well, good luck with that. I'd give you a hand, but I've never made a snowman in my life. [Small wave. She's off to lug her shopping upstairs.]

[goldenglasses]

[Vash being the gentlemen he is eyes your bags] Need a hand fair maiden? [Grin!]

[mikangirl.livejournal.com]

[Oho, chivalry: get!]

I'd love one, Vash! Thank you.

[Consider yourself laden down with just about everything she was carrying. |D]

[goldenglasses]

[Whoa! Bags! But he'll happily accept as many as you give him. Oh wait... she said top floor didn't she?]

My... a little shopping spree? [Nervous laughter]

[mikangirl.livejournal.com]

Just before the heavy snows come down. Actually, a lot of this stuff is for my crew, so it's not all for me. I did most of mine a couple days ago.

[Heading on inside. Let's go, packmule.]

[goldenglasses]

So noble! Making sure your crew is... [Wait. Wut.] Crew?

[mikangirl.livejournal.com]

Crew. We're sailors. Pirates, to be exact.

[goldenglasses]

P-pirates? But you seem so nice!

[mikangirl.livejournal.com]

You're right. I'm secretly a horrible person.

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[goldenglasses]

SCAAAAAAAAAAAAAARY!

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[goldenglasses]

Kidding! I happen to be an excellent judge of character! And you fair maiden are a good person!

[mikangirl.livejournal.com]

Oh, I'm the best.

[Okay, but she is kinda gratified to hear that, so have a genuine smile.] This way.

[Upstairs we go!]

[goldenglasses]

[Oh Nami, Nami, Nami... I really hope you didn't have anything breakable in your bags... as on the fourth floor - he's tipping over his own feet and yup. There he goes.] AHHHHHH! [There he goes dooooooown the stairs]

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[mikangirl.livejournal.com]

[...as it happens, she has already given the valuable breakables - Brook's violin and his tone dial - directly to Brook. But FFFFF, Vash. There's no point being gallant if you fail at it.]

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[mikangirl.livejournal.com]

[Coming back down the stairs to give you a hand.] You all right?

SUUUUUUUUUBJECT!

[goldenglasses]

[He somehow managed to keep your bags from being too crushed and he seemed to have tried to cusion their fall with his body - but he's laughing so one would think he's alright] Sorry! I hope I didn't break anything!

[mikangirl.livejournal.com]

Nothing important. Just as long as you didn't accidentally stab yourself with one of the screwdrivers. [Offering you a hand up.]

[goldenglasses]

[And he's up! And laughing like an idiot.] Nope! I'm fine! [He'll even managed to get up the rest of the way without killing hurting himself!]

[mikangirl.livejournal.com]

[Well, it's the thought that counts. Nami will open her door and let you take the bags into her ...uh, bronze elephant-filled living room.]

[goldenglasses]

[How the hell did she get THOSE up all the stairs!?] Uh... I love your decorating?