Who: Izaya and whoever wants to interact
Where: Plaza. Probably near the elevator.
When: Evening about.
Style: Action. Because.
[It's not that unusual to see Izaya looking happy. It's just unusual to see him lugging so much shit with him. Okay, it's not a lot, but by his standard- it's too much.
There's a telescope slung around his shoulder, a blanket under the other arm, and then a basket filled with who knows what, probably heads of dullahans or something, in his spare hand.
He's peering up at the bubble as he makes his way towards the elevator.
When. Oh no. A book that had been crammed into the top of the basket topples out. The tragedy.
Izaya keeps walking. Wow, his attention must be elsewhere pretty intense. And what is that book anyway? It looks weird. Are those instructions on human sacrifice------!!!
Actually it's just a fairy tale. But who can read kanji anyway? Aw look at the fairies-]
Who: Zelda, Izaya
Where: The park
When: 10 am, March 3rd
Style: I'll follow, starting in aaaaaaction
[Zelda isn't entirely sure what she wants to say to Izaya, but she knows that she has to say something. At the very least, she wants to ascertain his intentions towards her. She arrives at the park at 9:30 and sits down on a bench, waiting in silence.]
Who: Shizuo and YOU
When: February 15, midday or so.
Where: Nostalgia Nook
After his fight and subsequent meal with Vegeta, Shizuo wasn't ready to head home. Despite his somewhat tattered, dirty clothing and a few scrapes - clearly indicative of the fight - Shizuo was feeling better. Lighter. He had managed to get out some of his restless energy, and he had also shown himself that he could think during a fight. He could have some control, even if it wasn't as much as he wanted. If he could do that much, then maybe he could get even better.
Instead of heading back to his place, Shizuo decided to go to Nostalgia Nook. He had heard plenty about it and had paid a relatively short visit once before, but this time, he wanted to get a good look at everything. He knew Zelda bought her milk from there, and he had heard of other people finding things from their homes also. He had something in particular in mind, though he doubted he'd find it. Still, it couldn't hurt to look, which is exactly what he started to do, glancing through the windows of the small shops.