<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/34/cd/c8/34cdc821d1efebb46d7a941e19b7762c.jpg)<br/><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">JD</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Mean Streets Invoked</strong>: [ ]<br/><strong>World Traveler Invoked</strong>: [ ]<br/><strong>Zeus' Bastard Daughter Invoked</strong>: [ ]<br/><br/>[ ] Bruised [ ] Bruised [ ] Bruised <br/>[ ] Injured<br/>[ ] Maimed<br/>[ ] Taken Out<br/><br/><strong>Conditions:</strong><br/></div></div></div></div><strong>Location:</strong>L'escamoteur<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>All<hr/><br/>On the plane, JD had felt at home.  It wasn't the first time she'd crossed the Pacific and it probably wouldn't be the last.  It wasn't even her first time in Japan.  She'd immediately recommended to everyone a hostel she knew of and had settled in there herself.  Having slept on the plane, she was a bundle of energy now that they were out and about in the city.<br/><br/>As they'd arrived in the bar, JD had dressed in slacks, and a button down with slim black suspenders hanging from her shoulders.  It would have been perfectly appropriate for a setting like this... except for the Beanie and Vest that she continued to wear.  She'd (thankfully) left her shotgun stuffed under a mattress.<br/><br/>"I've never been to a place like this." She said to the others.  "I'm more of a 'Street food' kinda gal."  She said, making conversation.  "This looks like your kinda place Namira, I bet."  she mused as they entered.<br/><br/>JD took the imitative of speaking with the waitress. "Konbanwa." She said, breaking out the little bit of japanese she knew to say good evening.  "Table for four."  She suddenly veered away from the hostess, "Actually, we were hoping to meet a friend of ours.  Do you have any patrons named Yui?"