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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.
-
[ 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.
im personally sorry for this kim
C-can you really talk about that in this era...?? [ Is that. Does the future? But. Wait. Words change meanings all the time, he knows this just as well as any other writer worth their weight in rice, but also he has never even had the faint possibility of...an adult even talking vaguely in this direction. If indeed Kim is, which Tama isn't sure on, but also desperation is at play. Madam didn't even try to give Tama the Two Virgins In The Attic book, so he's even further behind- but he does immediately grip Mina's wrist, even with how flustered he suddenly feels. ] Having a partner, I mean. I know things are different here, but- but that's... [ Maybe the future is cool???? ]
LMAO DON'T BE, HE DESERVES IT
You must be less subtle than you think, Kim, he tells himself, because you've just been clocked. ]
Oh -- no, you misunderstand me. We are police officers. Or were, back where we're from. He's my colleague. [ His eyes dart between the futon on the ground, Tama immediately reaching out to Mina for reassurance, the suddenness of how flustered he looks and it clicks. ] Are you two...? [ He remembers being that age, the death sentence it felt like for anyone to get even a hint about who he truly was, what he coveted, what he feared to reach for. It's what makes him add, hastily, ] It's quite all right if you are.
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Let his innocence on the inimitable reality of Detective Harrier Du Bois exist for like, five more minutes.) He gives an embarrassed nod back, and doesn't immediately notice Tamamori's turning into a corncob next to him until he makes a grab for his hand.]What...? [Minakami hadn't actually picked up on the other possible meaning of "partners", not until Tamamori brings it up and the short but loaded pause from Kim. Even then, he says quickly:] Oh, uh. S-sorry for the misunderstanding.
We-- I-- that is... [Oh buddy no, even if Mina comes from the utopian time before Facebook, he can't really say "it's complicated" about a boy he's cohabiting and cooking dinner with. But if Tamamori's actively fossilizing next to him, one of them needs to take point.]
It's not... As Tama said, people don't. Talk about such things, where we're from. Some people here seem freer about this kind of thing here, but...
1/2 i will do the more serious response to this in the AM but i have to churn this stupid part out
He's going to get blacklisted. This officer is going to blacklist him somehow. Did they have a blacklist in hell? He was going to make it on it. He was going to be on hell's blacklist, never getting published and known to the world by one singular ridiculous mistake made in haste and his grandmother would just sigh at him and his life is over forever. Tama Mizumori, only lived to see his twenty-first year, on account of dying to death in hell eternally. ]
2/2 actually i did it anyway i guess
It takes him a moment too long to respond, blinking out of the temporary fugue, and staring up at Kim almost like it's the first time he's seen the man in a week. ]
So, wait, I was wrong? [ THIS IS THE WRONG THING TO RETURN BACK TO A CONVERSATION WITH BUT HE HAS GIVEN UP CONTROL OF HIMSELF TO THE VOID. ]
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Kim has always been known for his legendary composure both on the field and off of it and his ability to go through practically any situation without showing an inkling of emotion that he doesn't wish to. Which is why it surprises even him when a bark of surprised laughter escapes him at Tama's painfully sincere question. His hand flies to his mouth to cover it and he clears his throat, though his voice wobbles with barely concealed mirth. ]
Khm. My apologies. I know this -- this can't be very funny to the two of you. You're just...
[ Oh, god. They're idiots. They're young fools. It's spectacularly endearing, and Kim can't wait until he's back in the safety of his own apartment so that he can dissolve into laughter. Here, Kim finds himself at a cross-roads: he can out himself in return, or he can let these kids suffer. He's never particularly prone to discussing his sexuality with anyone. It is not a secret, per se, but nor is it something he advertises. He considers the options before him for a moment. ]
Well, yes. You were wrong. I am not in a romantic relationship with my colleague in the police, no.
[ Ah, fuck it. ]
But... I suppose I must congratulate you on your perspicacity. I am a homo-sexual, yes. Though I prefer not to advertise the fact, so if either of you decide to let that slip, I hope you're willing to face the repercussions. [ He makes it sound more threatening than it is; the repercussions would manifest themselves as facing Kim Kitsuragi's intense disappointment and judgment. Non-lethal, not life-shattering, but very, very unpleasant. ]
Your secret is safe with me. So please don't die of a heart attack, [ he says, addressing Tama. ] I've had a very long day, and having to deal with that would be very inconvenient.
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[He can't help feeling vaguely affronted at Kim laughing at them. His best friend is experiencing a rapid-onset existential crisis in the dark night of his soul and you're laughing, Kim Kitsuragi!!!!!]
[He squeezes Tama's hand, in some effort to bring him back to earth. Maybe the reminder of the very-congealed contents of the pan now will?] Eh... Tama, you should probably rescue the eggs.
[To Kim:] We wouldn't dream of -- that is, you're keeping our secrets, we'll keep yours. Erm... Should we call you 'officer,' or...
[It's not that he has a necessarily rosy view of the police -- on one hand, they didn't do anything for certain incidents back home... on the other hand, inaction in one of those cases was at least the best thing they could have done. Still, even if he also can't quite believe police in another time or world would be any more effectual, he's willing to give Kim the benefit of doubt.]
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this poor hotplate is having a character arc all its own in these threads]This is...the first time I've- [ Weirdly, he seems much more capable putting his thoughts, words, and homosexuality in order with a task at hand. ] -been perceptive, possibly ever in my whole life...! [ Being smart is for chumps. Knowing things is for fools. He will instead return to living the blissful life of an idiot. ...gods, he's going to have to make apology food because of this. ] We've never met someone else who was- this is new, so I don't imagine we would have many people to tell, at least...
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[ He's equally comfortable with both; Kim is a bit casual for more polite young people, but here, they're all equals. There's really no point in standing on ceremony, especially as their first proper meeting has been so... unorthodox. Really, Kim hadn't intended to out himself when he came knocking on their door. He'd simply been moved by their panic to do so and was now feeling a little uncomfortable himself, as though the situation had managed to spiral wildly out of control. ]
I understand your reservations, [ he says with a small sigh. ] Homo-sexuality was legalized a couple of years before I was born, where I'm from. Which means that we wouldn't face arrest for it, but it certainly did nothing to protect us from other ramifications.
[ Kim wasn't exactly in the closet. But he wasn't out of it either. He was keenly aware of the ways in which everyone knowing could make his life more difficult and had no intention of making things more complicated than they had to be. ]
They do seem to be more accepting of it here, though I haven't looked deeply into it. You two will have plenty of time to feel things out.
[ Of course they're comfortable with it in Hell, Kim thinks to himself, wry. He knows a certain sort of person who would have an absolute field day with that nugget of knowledge. He offers them a small smile, though, remembering his own trepidation and joy when he'd gone to his first homo-sexual bar. ]
And plenty of time to meet other old homo-sexuals. If your home is anything like my own, we do exist and thrive -- just a little outside the public eye.