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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.
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[ 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.
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[ ...this may not be an argument he's going to win, so with a reluctant sigh, Tama resorts to drumming his fingers on the table with a put-on sigh. ] ...it's only happened three times, anyway! And only the past, um...day or two? [ He's trying to be more careful now, because it wouldn't do to bring up one of those times was when he woke up next to Minakami, given they're not supposed to be sharing an apartment. Also he'd be mortified saying that in front of someone else anyway, even if he's still unsure if Beni counts as a kid or not. ] I do think one of those was...er, wasn't because of the haniwa.
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[And that wound explain some of the. weird looks. in the last couple of days, but Minakami had chalked it up to Tama still being skittish over roommates, given they weren't supposed to be doing that crossfaction. Also just skittish of the uh, "friend" situation in general.]
Beni-Enma, did you have anywhere in mind to leave your haniwa? Even if only temporarily, I think we do need to evict "Kawako" for the time being.
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If you're asking about whether I had somewhere specific in mind, then I'm afraid not, chirp. A place sacred enough to counter whatever curses these haniwa might have, or a place where they can hopefully be far enough away to not cause any trouble for others.
[ Not that she's totally sure if such places exist here. But if there's a notable temple (that's currently being...cleaned up), then perhaps there are other smaller shrines or temples or holy places that they simply haven't found yet. ]
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Oh, that's a good point. The funeral must have been at the largest shrine here, if that was for a major figure and all... [ It takes some rustling around, but Tama produces his phone with a pointless flourish. ] There's a map on the phones, so maybe it'll be like a normal map and show other shrine locations? That seems like it should be an important thing to have in hell...but I also don't know if prayers and shrines would work the same way here.
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[He peers over Tamamori's shoulder for a second, interested, though he breaks off to get up and start dealing with the remains of their lunch stuff -- trash all into a plastic bag, uneaten food into a paper box that had held some other konbini snack. He doesn't have a rucksack or anything for his books, but he could just run up to Tamamori's flat to drop them off.]
Ah, it's certainly worth a shot; if you don't mind us both tagging along, I can clean this up and we can all go looking together. Just--[He's still not used to this being a concern.] If it turns out one's in a Tamamo district, I may need to wait elsewhere... though I-I admit I don't know how to tell the demarcations between that yet.
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[ Beni-Enma gives the two a little bow of her own. The smile on her face is genuine; a little giddy at the prospect of having two friendly faces around in this unfamiliar Hell. She's spent so long with the sparrow staff at the Enma-tei that being alone, truly alone, isn't something she's keen on.
Minakami brings up a good point, however. She's not entirely sure about the demarcations between the Tamamo district and the other districts either. ]
Oh, I'll have to wait outside of any Tamamo district boundaries, too. If that happens, it'll be up to you, Tama.
[ For reasons both extremely obvious and not, she's not going to wander into there herself. ]
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[ Not that he, exactly, knows what he's looking for. The location app on the phones is indeed useful, but it's not exactly displaying the alignment of any of the locations- and shrines seem to be for gods he can't make heads or tails of. Eventually, though, he finds a god he does recognize- close enough to Kaigo no Bou for it to probably be safe from any infighting. ] There's a Benten shrine in the downtown by the Enma tower- surely one of the Lucky Seven can handle curses, right?
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[Books under one arm, the last thing on the table is the boys' haniwa, which... Minakami isn't sure he wants to touch with his bare hands now. Putting it in a bag still feels kind of disrespectful, even if only for an afternoon, but uh. there's no help for it. He does pause as he stands to go drop stuff off at the apartment, though:]
Benzaiten? Really? There's a shrine to her at home -- even if we didn't have to do this, I'd like to see it. [That feels like a sign, right?] To be honest, ever since coming here I've wondered if we'd see our gods walking side by side with yokai...
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Minakami isn't the only one who'd like to see a shrine to one of the Seven Gods of luck; even if she's in hell, Beni would like to pay her respects and gratitude nonetheless to the patron goddess of literature and music. ]
It's a possibility, chirp. The gods don't usually come down to Hell, but this Hell seems to be much more of a crossroads between the spirit world and human world than the one I grew up in. [ Looking at all the influences from the human world, she means. She won't rule the possibility out. ] And even on Earth, there were places where the boundary between the world of the living and the spirit world was weak, like the Enma-tei. There, we knew that our prayers and gratitude were being conveyed to the gods properly.
[ A sort of transitive property matter. If A can go to B, and B can go to C, then A can go to C. The only question would be the reason as to why A would go to C. ]