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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.
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Herlock...Sholmes? [ That. Okay wait. The difference between France and the British empire is at least a large, functional difference, even if still one that can be understood- this one is just bewildering. He turns to Minakami almost instantly, brows dipping. ] We've read of his adventures, a lot when we were younger in fact, but...that must be a translation mistake on our part. Surely? [ It wouldn't be the first time things were changed arbitrarily for a Japanese audience, especially if it involved a real person's name- which, as far as Tama remembered, the stories did claim to be real. ] I'm glad you warned us, and we didn't accidentally call him by the wrong name, if that's the case...
[ Wait. His beloved childhood mystery stories- the charismatic detective from those- Tama almost prickles up, looking back at Zieks with awe. ] H-he's here?! The Great Detective, in our hells?!
i slump down my chair further, giving up entirely on the fourthwall conundrum
We'd have just been born in your time, anyway -- we're in no position to say what was really happening on the other side of the world.
[Anyway. Good work everyone involved, you've managed to baffle the guy with a literally-supernatural perfect recall. Minakami stares down at the cover of the top book in his pile, as if it might divine some answer. It does not.]
I... I'm sure that I've seen that version of the name in a publication somewhere... It's certainly possible the ones we read was a localization error? [Ruikou's translations did put their own stamp on the material, after all... Even in his bewilderment, he does pick up on Van Zieks's wording ('for better or worse') and tone.]
Are you personally acquainted with the detective?
[Which is the diplomatic way of saying, you sound like you have opinions.]
that is the only way to live, ALSO for better or worse
There it is, the starstruck reaction that Sholmes' name elicits everywhere. Van Zieks had held some hope that the difference between their universes, however minute, might put a stop to that circus but... when has he ever been in luck about such things? He's not sure what all that about the man's name is about though. ]
As it happens, yes. Though for the most part our acquaintance rests on mutual contacts to third parties.
[ Like, an astounding number of them, too. The people who matter in Barok's lfie tend to be people who also matter in Sholmes'. He's not sure what that says about either of them. ]
So those tales of his exploits are still popular even in the future... Please be warned that the real man is a lot more... erratic than you might suspect.
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Wait. Tamamori might be horrible at math, but when it comes to literature, he's more able to put the work in. The Final Problem was told to be during 1891, wasn't it? But The Empty House was 1903. That would imply that this prosecutor was well aware of the crafty detective's feigned death, before it would come to the public through his dear assistant's writing to the Strand...it made sense, but even for Detectives H, Sholmes, it was quite cold to let the law of the land in on his scheme, and not his dear friend Watson...
All of that to say, Tamamori took a while to try and process all of that, staring vacantly in to space before remembering his own excitement. ]
He comes across as plenty erra- ah. Ah, wait. [ More thinking, this one not taking nearly as long. He hadn't dwelled on the incident very much, but hadn't he...met a strange European already? ] I...may have met him. He dared me in to drinking something strange.
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If the real man bears even a fraction of resemblance to the one from the serials, that comes as no surprise. How does the saying go? One must make allowances for genius? It...
[He trails off, as he slowly catches up to what his friend just said and the first hint of the "erratic genius" starts to creep in. He's going to perish. Just pack him off into whatever hell basement the haniwa are being carted off to and leave him to pickle there. This is why you're five foot goddamn three, buddy, because drinking poison stunts your growth.]
[Speaking slowly:] Tama. When was this?
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That... sounds like something he would do, indeed. I hope you suffered no averse effects.
[ Sholmes' chemistry experiments have not yet caused complete chaos and have (as van Zieks only admits in the privacy of his own mind) sometimes been helpful, but...
He would advise anyone against trying a concoction Sholmes was handing them. ]