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jigokulogs2022-05-08 07:00 pm
watermemory) wrote in jigokulogs2022-05-08 07:00 pm
[ OPEN ] double trouble
Who ⬤ Tamamori, Minakami, and whomstever (that's you)
What ⬤ Substory 2 and 4, and a couple other options
When ⬤ Throughout May
Where ⬤ All over
Content Warnings ⬤ None that I can foresee. Will edit if it crops up.
This is a duo open post involvingfuckdogramagra and watermemory, because these two idiots are stapled at the hip at the moment. Harass one or the other or both, though let us know if you’d rather not have threadjacking occur.
Starters are in prose, but can tag in brackets if you prefer.
[ A: Substory #2: Vend Me A Dream ]
[ Location: Various (see below) ]
If anyone asks, this is Minakami's fault for agreeing to lend the shirime a hand—in his defense, he was startled and doesn't know how to say no to these things. Also in his defense, it sounded like a simple favour at the time.
Minakami and Tamamori can be found going round in circles downtown:
— ...in an arcade, trying to win a specific plushie from a crane game for an inugami's chew toy.
— ...at a drugstore, looking for a particular brand of hair conditioner for a nozuchi (What's the difference between regular and leave-in? Did it say what fragrance it wanted? What does hair porosity even mean?).
— ...down sidestreets and alleyways, chasing down a hapless tsurubebi to catch in a lava lamp. Sounds like some cabaret owner is redecorating and insists she needs it for atmosphere.
— ...trying, and seemingly failing, to help a hinnagami take a selfie. It’s likely they’ve forgotten exactly why they were doing this one, but they sure are giving it their all still.
— ...and generally getting hopelessly lost. Tamamori’s complaining that his feet hurt and Minakami’s usual good humour is bleeding away at the seams.
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[ B: Substory #4: Haniwhat? ]
[ Location: A plaza in Sutoku territory. ]
Well, this one’s Tamamori’s fault, though Mina’s not free of sin for going along with it either. Despite getting cranky and tired by the end of the shirime’s runaround, it’s done its job at getting them situated in Jigoku-cho, and Minakami’s unease at seeing yokai everywhere (when he’s only been told cautionary tales about them and has had nothing but bad experiences with the one spirit he’s had contact with) has somewhat abated. Maybe things are less weird and bad than they seem!!
Which is why the duo can be found at an outdoor table not far from Tamamori’s apartment building. Normally there’s street performers or some kind of noisy event at this plaza, but right now it’s relatively quiet. There’s the remains of konbini snacks and onigiri on the table, and way too many soda cans for just two people.
Minakami has a small stack of books next to him (he’s already found a lending library willing to give a Lost Soul a library card), peacefully reading up on burial customs and ancient pottery. Tamamori has one of the haniwa figurines propped up on the table, rather having a very intense staring match with it, or trying to examine it. Not that he has any reason to be more suited to that than Minakami, but he’s apparently taken this self-appointed task very seriously. At odds with that is maybe the haniwa’s ‘embellishments’—the clay figurine appears to have a very small black felt cap, that looks like it would be from an old-fashioned school uniform. There’s even a tiny badge on the hat brim made from foil.
Spiritual sensitivity? Awful nightmare vibes? What’s that? It’s just a little guy.
-
[ C: Other: this was easier to pull off when they were kids ]
[ Location: Around the Sutoku apartment complex; the hallways, or lobby, or wherever else. ]
There’s no real rule saying that people from other factions can’t hang out. However, ‘hang out’ is a little too generous of a term for the ongoing shenanigans in Tama’s shiny, new Sutoku apartment. Mumbling voices at all hours, that quiet down just before the building superintendent makes their rounds, Tama poking his head out of his room’s door and checking down either end of the hallway before opening it for any reason at all... there’s even an incident with music playing a touch too loud, complete with the muffled sounds of people trying desperately to quiet it down.
It’s all pretty suspicious, and frankly, painfully obvious to his neighbors, no doubt. You could say something, give the duo tips on how to actually pull this stupid grift off, or just complain about the noise.
-
[ D: Other: happy birthday to the ground ]
[ Minakami-specific ]
[ Location: Shuten apartment foyer. ]
Despite the fact that he's made other living arrangements, Minakami been ducking back into his assigned flat every so often, whether to keep up appearances of abiding by the residency rules, or respond to Shuten obligations when they come calling, or store stuff that doesn't fit in Tama's place, or—in this case—to check his mailbox. There's rarely anything there, which he supposes is a consequence of doing everything through the telephone thing, but this time...
Jigoku-cho has adapted fast to the influx of "Lost Souls", and for a functioning, thriving modern city, that means marketing. And mailing lists. Truly, Hell is where data harvesters go. Somehow, his personal details got into the system, and after a little confusion of dates (it's June where he comes from, but May here), eventually the backlog of spam had to go somewhere.
Minakami can be found at the dingy foyer, his mailbox open and overflowing with advertisement fliers and promotional cardstock. He's carrying a shoulder-bag with one hand, and in the other hand he has a cheery-looking card recommending he spend his special day at a Tamamo-run spa (price 25% off for couples!). A tinny little mechanism is singing a legally-distinct version of Happy Birthday.
While his face is a difficult read at the best of times, it is more inscrutable now than ever.
What ⬤ Substory 2 and 4, and a couple other options
When ⬤ Throughout May
Where ⬤ All over
Content Warnings ⬤ None that I can foresee. Will edit if it crops up.
This is a duo open post involving
fuckdogramagra and watermemory, because these two idiots are stapled at the hip at the moment. Harass one or the other or both, though let us know if you’d rather not have threadjacking occur.Starters are in prose, but can tag in brackets if you prefer.
[ A: Substory #2: Vend Me A Dream ]
[ Location: Various (see below) ]
If anyone asks, this is Minakami's fault for agreeing to lend the shirime a hand—in his defense, he was startled and doesn't know how to say no to these things. Also in his defense, it sounded like a simple favour at the time.
Minakami and Tamamori can be found going round in circles downtown:
— ...in an arcade, trying to win a specific plushie from a crane game for an inugami's chew toy.
— ...at a drugstore, looking for a particular brand of hair conditioner for a nozuchi (What's the difference between regular and leave-in? Did it say what fragrance it wanted? What does hair porosity even mean?).
— ...down sidestreets and alleyways, chasing down a hapless tsurubebi to catch in a lava lamp. Sounds like some cabaret owner is redecorating and insists she needs it for atmosphere.
— ...trying, and seemingly failing, to help a hinnagami take a selfie. It’s likely they’ve forgotten exactly why they were doing this one, but they sure are giving it their all still.
— ...and generally getting hopelessly lost. Tamamori’s complaining that his feet hurt and Minakami’s usual good humour is bleeding away at the seams.
-
[ B: Substory #4: Haniwhat? ]
[ Location: A plaza in Sutoku territory. ]
Well, this one’s Tamamori’s fault, though Mina’s not free of sin for going along with it either. Despite getting cranky and tired by the end of the shirime’s runaround, it’s done its job at getting them situated in Jigoku-cho, and Minakami’s unease at seeing yokai everywhere (when he’s only been told cautionary tales about them and has had nothing but bad experiences with the one spirit he’s had contact with) has somewhat abated. Maybe things are less weird and bad than they seem!!
Which is why the duo can be found at an outdoor table not far from Tamamori’s apartment building. Normally there’s street performers or some kind of noisy event at this plaza, but right now it’s relatively quiet. There’s the remains of konbini snacks and onigiri on the table, and way too many soda cans for just two people.
Minakami has a small stack of books next to him (he’s already found a lending library willing to give a Lost Soul a library card), peacefully reading up on burial customs and ancient pottery. Tamamori has one of the haniwa figurines propped up on the table, rather having a very intense staring match with it, or trying to examine it. Not that he has any reason to be more suited to that than Minakami, but he’s apparently taken this self-appointed task very seriously. At odds with that is maybe the haniwa’s ‘embellishments’—the clay figurine appears to have a very small black felt cap, that looks like it would be from an old-fashioned school uniform. There’s even a tiny badge on the hat brim made from foil.
Spiritual sensitivity? Awful nightmare vibes? What’s that? It’s just a little guy.
-
[ C: Other: this was easier to pull off when they were kids ]
[ Location: Around the Sutoku apartment complex; the hallways, or lobby, or wherever else. ]
There’s no real rule saying that people from other factions can’t hang out. However, ‘hang out’ is a little too generous of a term for the ongoing shenanigans in Tama’s shiny, new Sutoku apartment. Mumbling voices at all hours, that quiet down just before the building superintendent makes their rounds, Tama poking his head out of his room’s door and checking down either end of the hallway before opening it for any reason at all... there’s even an incident with music playing a touch too loud, complete with the muffled sounds of people trying desperately to quiet it down.
It’s all pretty suspicious, and frankly, painfully obvious to his neighbors, no doubt. You could say something, give the duo tips on how to actually pull this stupid grift off, or just complain about the noise.
-
[ D: Other: happy birthday to the ground ]
[ Minakami-specific ]
[ Location: Shuten apartment foyer. ]
Despite the fact that he's made other living arrangements, Minakami been ducking back into his assigned flat every so often, whether to keep up appearances of abiding by the residency rules, or respond to Shuten obligations when they come calling, or store stuff that doesn't fit in Tama's place, or—in this case—to check his mailbox. There's rarely anything there, which he supposes is a consequence of doing everything through the telephone thing, but this time...
Jigoku-cho has adapted fast to the influx of "Lost Souls", and for a functioning, thriving modern city, that means marketing. And mailing lists. Truly, Hell is where data harvesters go. Somehow, his personal details got into the system, and after a little confusion of dates (it's June where he comes from, but May here), eventually the backlog of spam had to go somewhere.
Minakami can be found at the dingy foyer, his mailbox open and overflowing with advertisement fliers and promotional cardstock. He's carrying a shoulder-bag with one hand, and in the other hand he has a cheery-looking card recommending he spend his special day at a Tamamo-run spa (price 25% off for couples!). A tinny little mechanism is singing a legally-distinct version of Happy Birthday.
While his face is a difficult read at the best of times, it is more inscrutable now than ever.
oh rip that truly is hell
“....I always assumed they’d just- rinse the oil off the horse?” Like, it’s oils from the skin, r-right? Where else is there oil in a horse? His biology classes never mentioned anything about there being oil in animals, but now that he actually thinks about it- he doesn’t want to think about it, actually. “That sounds silly now that I say it out loud. Yes, sure, there’re plenty of alternatives to that. I’m going to look up shea butter.”
He digs out his smartphone and search-engines it. “...shea butter is from the nut of the shea tree. So it’s a plant.” A relief to realise. Smooth skin is great, but… Zetian has taught him that not all beauty procedures are worth the cost of it. "What do you think?"
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Ah. Plants, those aren't really alive-alive, right? Not unless they're old enough to be...wait no, he's not thinking about it too hard. Using nuts from a tree would still be better than any other alternative, and he takes the shea butter with some relief of his own. "That's much better than the alternatives, at least until I'm able to try out all the free samples elsewhere." Tama cast his head back over to Minakami's lingering form, having to rock up on his heels and wave his sleeve to try and get his attention. "Mi~na~ka~mi! I want you to smell something...!" babe get over here hes gotta show you a product
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Having picked up the requested soda and snacks, he's been hovering around the packaged food aisle, letting the other two have their conversation in peace and trying to decide if the anpan looks stale or not (impossible for him to tell through the plastic wrapping, there must be an actual bakery in this city somewhere...).
"Mm? What is it?" At Tamamori's calling and waving (which merits just the barest eyeroll from the cashier, but not more than that; pour one out for all night-shift clerks the multiverse over), Minakami ambles back over -- he seems to have regained his equilibrium, as he addresses Yizhi: "Have you been giving Tamamori an education?"
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“Ah, you should pay for it first-” Yizhi tries to speak up, though Tamamori’s attention has already turned away. Well, he’s giving his new acquaintance the benefit of the doubt and assuming it’s the shea butter moisturizer Tamamori wants to show off. Now his taller friend Minakami is here, and if Tamamori grabs the guy’s hands in the next ten seconds Yizhi feels he’s got no responsibility in the matter.
“Oh, no, I just recommended Mr. Tamamori some products I thought he would find useful.” He hopes Minakami would find it useful too- everyone could do with some moisturiser- but he has a feeling he's about to find out, so he refrains from voicing that second part. He's just going to stand here and watch this unfold.
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Tama is halfway through unscrewing the lid when Yizhi's warning hits him, and he stops, suddenly unsure of what to do. It's not so expensive to break their shared money, but if it smells bad then he can't put it back once it's opened, it seems...ah well. He's not come this far being timid. Off goes the lid!
...oh. There was a plastic film in the way. Still, Tama brought it up to sniff, and sure enough he could pick up the scent with his own delicate sense of smell, thus holds it up to Minakami- be proud he's not able to grab a swatch of it to rub on Minakami's cheek like he'd intended.
There goes another timeline's Minakami."Yizhi-san has been really helpful! Is this mild enough for you, too? I'm trying to limit myself to one thing for now, so we both have to be okay with it." Because friendship. Best friends. Y'know.no subject
"Oh?" He notices the POWER OF HORSE OIL bottles have been firmly pushed back on the shelf, and feels obscurely relieved. At the casino in the Shuten gathering, he'd seen the off-track betting pools and some of those racing steeds had not looked like horses to him. "I'm sure with your guidance, Tamamori has picked-"
He breaks off as he sees, in slow motion, his friend uncapping the container and what he's clearly intending.
For a few seconds, the battle music kicks in, off-key and bitcrushed.Kawase would have bodily vaulted up over the aisle and left, but Minakami just stands there like a stone on the traintracks -- and is relieved when Tama just proffers the container for a sniff. That's definitely relief. Yep.It just... smells mild and pleasant, not what he was expecting, and he nods his approval. "It's a good choice. Though-- truly, I'm not opposed to hydrangeas. Even if I'm not sure it fits the image of my faction..."
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He’s supportive of homoerotism, but they might just get kicked out of the store if things continue like this! Yizhi likes this outlet for its convenient location. He glances to the counter, then widens his smile into a slightly awkward grin in an attempt to defuse the weirdness of the situation. These two are… well. Yizhi’s thinking through his idea of taking Tamamori under his wing Mean-Girls-style and giving him a makeover sequence now; he might also have to coach both of them how to be homoerotic in a way that doesn’t get them ejected from shops, which is a lot of work.
“Is there anything else you want to buy? Soap, shampoo? Something more ‘faction-appropriate’?”
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"'Faction appropriate' with Shuten would be that 'protein powder' stuff, wouldn't it?" Tama eyes down to where the weird health bars and supplements are, an aisle or so down. "There's many modern marvels here, but I think we can skip that." A beat. "...but I might look for hydrangea soap since it's still on my mind."
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"That. Would be fine. We can afford it," he manages, sounding almost normal. "...a girl did say something about protein, but I assumed it was -- beef and eggs and so on. Powder feels rather... joyless."
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“Shuten?” Yizhi can’t keep the surprise out of his voice, and the something else. But it’s possible neither newcomer has the political mind to guess his own faction from that reaction alone. “Oh, yes, I heard they’re very into muscle building. I heard-” -he lowers his voice, glancing around to make sure they’re mostly alone- “-that Shuten’s leader wants to increase the size of his, you know, his manhood.”
It’s a completely made-up rumor, but it sounds like a real urban legend at this point.
“I guess I’ll pay for my things first? You can try finding hydrangea soap- I’m not sure they have that specific scent, but you might get lucky. I don’t know much about the protein powders, though, or what brands are good. You could ask whoever mentioned it to you.”
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Even still, it's probably best to get their goods and cash out- Tama hasn't realized the deadened stare of the cashier yet, but his sixth sense has been a low hum of nerves in the background of his nonsensical behavior. He's just painfully used to ignoring that. "Oh, yes, I wouldn't want to keep you too long...! Thank you very much for your help!" Tama inclines his head in the closest approximation to a bow he's capable of giving to strangers, then makes a small fist-pump motion. "I'm confident I can tackle the soaps and such now, and maybe even figure out what that nozuchi wants..."
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Then Yizhi's outrageous gossip and Tamamori's genuine alarm conspire to figuratively thump him on the head with a foam bat, one after the other.
"You really shouldn't believe everything you hear...!" He bows to Yizhi with somewhat more decorum, with one hand on Tamamori's shoulder steering him firmly towards the cashier. "You've been very gracious with your time, but we should be on our way now..."
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Oops, he may have revealed that he’s actually a bad influence a little too soon.
“Sure, I think it was worthy time spent. If you need anything else, let me know!”
But it’s alright, Yizhi figures, he’s told Tamamori about moisturiser and that’s a good deed. He was going to offer to talk to the yokai they’re struggling with too, but… it’s obvious that Minakami is trying to run away again, and he seems to be the
babysitterone keeping the other on task. Yizhi doesn’t want to interfere in his work if that’s the case.If only they weren’t heading to the cashier, though, because Yizhi also has to go there to pay.
[OOC: This seems like a good place to wrap up actually, what do y’all think? Or Yizhi can drop out and you two can continue the conversation because ngl I want to see Tamamori process the rumors]
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Eventually, the doors to the convenience store jingle as they open and shut, cutting off the ongoing discussion and Mina's insistence that no, Tamamori, he's not going to drink anything he doesn't recognize, he promises; no he doesn't know if they really work
And the night goes on.