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[supaahiro]

Hiro was down in the bar again. He was, sadly, rather preoccupied with a certain brand of woe here. But that didn't mean he wasn't trying to figure out a way to do something about it.

But then there was the Conversation; a soft cheek against Bar's (clean) top, and whispers. Whispers and promises and cajoling. Bar obliged his request. First were the stacks of paper in a myriad of colors. And then were was the dolly to get it outside. A small backpack was provided. A number of bags, and a small counter that sat steadily at 0 and seemed to have no ticker to make it count...

So he went outside, not far from the lake, settled down with his paper, large number of bags, and started to fold. There's a latern, and a sleeping bag, and a small radio (playing Utada Hikaru right this second).

This... is going to take a while, but he's not going back into bar until it's done. Not even for dinner, not even for lunch, not for anything.

He has a mission. A new one. One crane. Two cranes. Three cranes. Four...

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[sizzuhs.livejournal.com]

Eugene had found his way outside once again, prior to leaving back to England and the impending jump into Holland, enjoying the peaceful quiet atmosphere. His jumpbooted feet crunched the ground around the lake as he walked with his hands in his jacket pockets. Something about the sound of the waves on the shore was intoxicateing...

Stepping around a rock on the shore put the paratrooper medic a stones throw away from the odd man doing something with a very large stack of paper. With curiosity perked, Gene slowly starts to make his way over to Hiro watching as he folds the paper in intricate ways. "Nev'r seens som'one doin tha' 'fore.." comes the drawled out words.

[supaahiro]

Five cranes. Six cranes. Seven cranes. The pudgy little man is rather good at this.

He doens't look up, but speaks heavily accented English: "The crane is the promise of love and longevity, symbol of fidelity..." Even if it sounds more like fiderity out of Hiro's lips. "My people used to believe that if you could fold a thousand cranes, you could have a wish granted..."

[sizzuhs.livejournal.com]

Tilting his head slightly, a thoughtful frown crosses the medic's face as he moves over closer. Crouching down his jumpboots squeek slightly in protest though the man says nothing for a moment. Gene removes his hands from his pockets resting them on the ground infront of him while giving the paper cranes a look over.

"Mus' be'n important wish to bes aimin t' make 'thousand of 'em." Finally dark eyes flicker up at Hiro, narrowing slightly in slight confusion before he finally takes a seat upon the ground.

[alorn-bear.livejournal.com]

There is a blond man in dark blue and turquoise clothing on his way from the mountains in the distance back to the Bar. Today Belar answered his people's prayers from up in the mountains, since they felt a little more like home than the Mongolian steppes did, and he can be a little childish that way. He's heading back to the Mongols when he leaves the bar, but for now he's just strolling.

The man with the paper catches his interest, though, so his course swerves just a little bit in Hiro's direction before he pauses at a respectful distance.

[supaahiro]

The cranes keep going. Eight, nine, ten. Keeping them penned up in baskets, little wings folding over one another, as they 'nest' together, the flock getting larger.

Hiro doesn't look up at the stranger.

[waylostandfound.livejournal.com]

Nathan had stopped out to take an after dinner stroll. Nothing like the other night when he ran into Peter. Feet firmly on the ground this time. The music, and the little camp set up drew him closer. Trying to see who was there.

[supaahiro]

Hiro is normally a bright presence, ready to lift off the ground himself-- today he's rather solidly grounded. Elevem, twelve cranes.

He's rather intent on those little things.

[precocioustilda.livejournal.com]

Paper cranes are a subject that interests Tilda. She wanders outside with the intent of finding someplace to set up shop for making explosives, but is destracted by the origami.

"Hello," she says cheerfully. "Would you like some help with that?"

[supaahiro]

Thirteen, fourteen cranes.

"...ano?" Hiro blinks at the girl. "Ah-- you know-- origami?"

[wheelsy_sheriff]

Bill is strolling along the lake's edge enjoying being out for a bit. He's still a bit leary of fishing out here but has an eye out for spots that might be promising some other time.

He's not in uniform right now, just jeans and a plaid shirt. Coming across the man with the growing flock of cranes around him he stops and tilts his head. He expected to perhaps find wildlife out here, just not of the paper variety.

"Like birds?" He guesses, watching as Hiro folds.

[supaahiro]

"Crane is important," he says, before he tilts his head and blinks. "Ah, hello, Mal!"

...yeah, someone didn't get the doubles memo.

Twenty-six cranes. Twenty-seven.

[his-sarah-jane.livejournal.com]

It was the music that had caught her attention as she had been writing. Sarah smiles politely as she takes a step closer to try and get a better view of what Hiro's working on.

"That's origami, isn't it?"

[supaahiro]

Twenty-eight cranes. Twenty nine cranes. Thirty cranes! Where's the Count when you need him?

Hiro blinks at Sarah a moment and then nods. "Yes. Origami," he confirms. "Making cranes."

[stilljustandrew]

*Andrew came out here a few minutes ago looking for Ray, and overheard the music. And, of course, followed it.*

*Now he's standing near the mass of paper and blinking down at it.*

Hiro?

[supaahiro]

"Hallo, Andrew," Hiro says, glancing up briefly. Thirty-one cranes. "How are you?" Thirty two cranes.

[shikkari.livejournal.com]

Could it be? Is there an actual Japanese person in amongst all the foreigners here at Milliways?

Osaka approaches slowly, not quite believing her eyes. "Um... excuse me..." she says softly. Thanks to the magic of the Bar, Hiro will hear her speaking her native Kansai dialect.

Is Hiro into shoujo anime? If so, he might just recognize her.

[supaahiro]

Hiro watches everything. Hiro's player doesn't. Woe! Thirty-three cranes.

Besides, Hiro can't recognize EVERYBODY. But he does smile at the girl and replies, "Yes, miss?"

[gonna_live]

"Hey, Hiro." Kaylee's got her hands in her pockets. "You got a hell of a setup, here."

[supaahiro]

Thirty-four cranes. It's nice, and the wind is calm, so crane thirty-five doesn't blow away when it's put with the rest.

"I got big job to do," he says, looking up at Kaylee. "Not like Serenity, but still big."

[iambetadraconis]

Not even to go pee? Well Hiro, that's why catheters were invented.

"What are you doing?" says the slightly-French-sounding English accent.

[supaahiro]

Fifty two cranes mock Rastaban. Hiro can pee in the pushes if he NEEDS TO. He's a guy, after all. It's not weird and awkward like it is for the ladies.

"Making cranes," he says and does not look up.

[visible_sariel]

It might have been the music that drew Sariel outside. Either that or she just wanted to get out into the air for a while--the fresh air, not the literal air, as she'd need a shuttle for any flying she'd be doing, and she hasn't got one. Either way she's headed vaguely lakeshore-wards when she--

Pauses. Turns. Music?

Then she spots the unfamiliar someone and his... not exactly small stack of paper. "Hello?" she moves in closer, but doesn't crowd--that'd just be rude.

[supaahiro]

Hiro glances up, smiles slightly, but returned to the seventy-third crane. He sets it aside and works on the next. "Hello," he replies. "Did you need something?"

He's not jumping up to help, but he can ask.

[schrute-space.livejournal.com]

Fact: Dwight Schrute has excellent peripheral vision. Like a wolf.

Despite the glasses he wears (a sign of his one and only physical weakness) his peripheral vision is perfect and more than makes up for his slight myopia. When he goes outside he instantly spots someone familiar, just to the left of him. After staring for a few moments, insane grin on his face, Dwight makes his advance.

Midway there, though, he slows down, noticing the cranes and the paper on the ground. He knows what this means...

"I once made 112 cranes in a single evening." This is Dwight's way of offering help. "I would have made more but I got a hand cramp. Too much target practice earlier with the potato gun."

Surely, mere paper couldn't have done that.

[supaahiro]

"I am on one-hundred-fifteen," Hiro says, wriggling his fingers. "And my hands hurt. But I had help."

He looks up and blinks. "Po--tatoe gun?"

THat he's never heard of.

One-hundred-sixteen cranes, and nobody's stopping yet.