Current mood:

devious

This Farce Has Gone On Long Enough
No, really.


The Bar. Zepplin has just divulged that his interest doesn't lie in women.

Jenova (dismayed): WHAAAT?

Zepplin (kind of embarrassed): Yeah, sorry. I like guys.

Tifa (mischievously): Aha! So that's why you took Dives in as a roommate!

Dives, lurking in the kitchen so he can eavesdrop, alternately pales and blushes.

Zepplin (flushes a bit): Well, sort of. He seemed really bummed out, so I offered to let him crash at my place. I don't really think I have much of a chance with him, though...

Tifa (winks): You won't know until you try, right?

Zepplin (scratches his head and chuckles): Aheh...

Before the conversation gets any more awkward, the door of the bar opens, and Mira strides in with the Sanitation Crew behind her. She does a quick scan of the room, sees Zepplin, and a look of utter hatred comes across her face. Then she smirks.

Mira: Hmph. You thought that pathetic disguise can fool me?

Zepplin (not getting it): Huh?

The Sanitation Crew members step forward, grab Zepplin's arms, force them behind him, and cuff him securly.

Tifa (crossing her arms): What's the meaning of arresting my busboy?

Mira: This.

She hands Tifa a summons to appear in court to testify in "Ijishi vs. Dot Warner", and passes out similar ones to Dives and a few other patrons.

Mira: Don't be late, now.

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Sometime later, in Zepplin's jail cell.

Zepplin (thoughtfully): This feels familiar, somehow...

A sharp pain registers in his temples, and he winces, holding his head.

Zepplin (pained): Those damn migraines again. What is up with that?

---

Elsewhere still, Adam pauses briefly from drawing a magic circle and looks up.

Adam (with a smirk): Looks like she's finally getting off her rear and producing a real crisis, instead of all those artificial close calls that nobody really believed in the first place...


Who, me, recycle plots? ;p