[1 / open] you snuck into a club for the first time 'cause you wanted to feel free

[bratherine]

Who ⬤ Kate & maybe your character?
What ⬤ Substories and part time gigs!
When ⬤ Now? Throughout May?
Where ⬤ Various locations
Content Warnings ⬤ None for now, probably.

— mochi-lly.

prompt reference

On May 16th the gyokuto returns for the moon viewing. This time she is testing medicinal mochi! It goes about as terribly as one might expect, given her proclivities.
[...]
Some mochi hits you with a chill so deep it can only be relieved by the warmth of another body, compelling you to shove yourself right against the nearest person regardless of who it is.

( She's not much for sweets, really. Never has been. But the Gyokuto promises they're not sweet, they're herby, they're medicinal. They're something for all tastes, so try this blue one!

Kate ends up staring at it for a long time after she's escaped the sales pitch of the woman, carrying this single blue mochi in the palm of her hand like she's not entirely sure whether she'll drop dead if she takes a bite. Thankfully — well, thankfully for RPers who like shenanigans — she sees someone else down a blue mochi and live, which is all the encouragement needed for Kate to take a bite of her own. )

... What the fuck?

( The chill hits her so suddenly and forcefully that her teeth feel like they've been dunked in ice. Or like she's just drank ice cold water after brushing her teeth. It's so immediate a sensation that she looks for the nearest bit of cover, as though expecting an arctic blast of wind to come next.

... The fact that the nearest bit of cover is a person who has body heat is just coincidence, okay? )

Shut up. It's cold.

— mr. vendman, vend me a man.

prompt reference

A local shirime wants a particular item from a particular vending machine. Which one, you might ask? Who knows!

The only thing that the shirime will tell you is the button combination: A5. A nosy kejourou can be bribed to tell you which machine, but first you have to provide them a photograph of a certain popular host from one of the clubs. To obtain this picture, you must first bring food from a preferred street vendor to one of the hitobashira who live under the bridge. This vendor will normally only take payments in barter or trade...

This continues throughout the city, a seemingly endless chain of trades and barters, until you finally encounter someone with an easy request to move forward with. Then, at last, you might find out which vending machine you need.

Turns out, it's one that vends porno magazines in a backlot. The item in question is a rare printing of a magazine called “Juicy Peaches”. You can probably figure out the content based on the name alone – no wonder that spicy shirime wanted it!

( The story so far...

She gets to this vendor the hitobashira are so fond of and he asks her to get the ingredients for this dish, which is annoying but fine. She's already ended up on this trail, so she may as well. This better fuckin' be worth it though. If this guy is just trying to get a drink of water she'll dunk his fucking head in a river for the trouble.

Now, back to the list. Noodles, check, prawns, check, squid, check... )

Konjac? Isn't that booze?

( That's cognac, Kate. Someone may want to direct her to the actual Konjac before she ends up trying to talk someone into giving her spirits. )

— michelin star service.

( It's pretty obvious that a job is essential. The flat she's been assigned is a dump, and while she's not exactly looking to live the mansion life, it'd be nice to not live somewhere that has water dripping from upstairs 24/7. Not to mention the paper the building calls walls.

She already knows way too much about her neighbours for comfort, thanks.

So... Jobs. A lot of the Tamamao district is— well, to put it bluntly: incredibly horny. Which is whatever, but she's grown up knowing and expecting rules about that kind of stuff, and when it comes down to it, she'd rather just try to pretend she's at all suited to work in one of the fancy restaurants than lie about her age and get found out.

Which is how she comes to be stood at the door of a restaurant where one dish would probably cost more than the rent on the place she's been given, wearing smart trousers, and waistcoat and a shirt, her hair scraped back into a neat ponytail. It's a trial period for a shit job, but it's money, and so when someone arrives to be seated, she asks an incredibly polite; )

What d'you wan— ( And catches herself before she completes that sentence. Shit. ) I mean, uh. Do you have a reservation?

— wildcard.

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Comments

sorry this got lost in event madness

[sleepinglyra]

[Sheliak wasn't offended when Kate rejected his touch and he calmly brought his hand back down.]

Brain freeze?

[Why did that sound familiar? Was it one of the many annoying Earthly terms Arrakis picked up? Either way it didn't sound good.]

If you are so cold that your brain has frozen that sounds serious.

<3

[bratherine]

( Have you ever been so caught off guard by what someone says that you forget magical mochi is trying to freeze you alive? )

... What?

( Hold up, wait. She's got to investigate this first. (Besides, the being close shit is kinda working to alleviate the worst of this.) )

You never drank summat cold and felt your brain hurt?