jigokulogs | May 2022 IC Mingle

1. WELCOMING COMMITTEE

The influx of fresh Lost Souls means the factions need to have a little welcoming party for them. The leaders realize things have been chaotic in the city. So some recreational activities are in order. All Lost Souls will receive a message from their respective faction leaders with orders to go have some fun.

The Shuten Clan are given an advance on their first paycheck and told to go to the Celestial Phoenix Casino. A big sign on the half boarded up door proudly proclaims UNDER NEW MANAGEMENT. What happened to the old management? It doesn't matter and stop asking questions! The important part is that all games and machines are half-price and there are special prizes available in exchange for your chips and tokens. Games range from the traditional Western style (poker, roulette, slots) to Japanese favorites (cee-lo, koi koi, cho-han).

As for prizes, they have a selection of designer goods, including some particularly nice bracelets, necklaces, and watches!

The Tamamo Clan are given a considerable number of drink vouchers for Crimson Moon Karaoke, where they can sing their hearts out and while absolutely smashed. Private rooms are cheap to rent and they even offer a special discount for groups of two or more. The karaoke machines have any songs you could possibly want, which is a little suspicious, but don't question it! Just get drunk and have fun. By all means, extend your time as you wish and drink up to get in the proper mood. This is an important bonding opportunity.

Oh yeah, as an important note: the rooms are soundproof. You can get as loud as you like, be it with singing or... something else. Don’t do anything Tenko-hime wouldn’t do!

Members of The Sutoku Alliance are given tickets to Fiance of the Funeral Procession at the Pluto Theatre and Cafe. The tickets include free food at the cafe, including beer. Sure, the star may not be a Sutoku member but that doesn't matter too much: getting butts into seats at Sutoku-owned theaters is what’s important. The Daitengu rented the theater out for the day, so there is plenty of time to mill around both before and after the show.

Make a day, or night, of it!

A funeral-based romantic comedy melodrama as the viewing fare is probably a tasteless joke on the Daitengu's part. But hey, y'all aren't still mad that they crashed their own funeral and then took off laughing, right?

Right?

The Department of the Enma members are told that they're going to be doing a team-building exercise. What exactly does that mean? That's right, it's community cleanup time! You get to clean up cans and trash in the street! You get the honor of using a department-issued bike with an attached cart to wheel around the city and pick up trash! How exciting! Teamwork is encouraged, of course. Teams that collect enough garbage will get one (1) voucher for mini-golf.

Please be aware of the local homeless population as you work, they won’t be happy to see you. They normally collect the cans in the mornings as a meager source of income that you’ll be dipping into. They're probably just not happy with Enma officials in general though. Sorry!

2. IT'S RAINING, IT'S POURING...

By the time you're done with your faction-sponsored fun, the sky has decided to open up. Hope you brought your umbrella! The rain is bad enough that walking home might not be an option right now. So take refuge in one of the many nearby nightlife spots.

Not in your faction's home territory? Doesn't matter! Make some friends outside your group or maybe get into a fight and cause some trouble. There's always the third option of ignoring everyone and drinking yourself silly instead! The rain has to let up eventually… right?

Hopefully you aren't caught near one of the cursed Haniwa figures that have been popping up around town. Their aura really dampens the mood and may even start to cause some dramatic and frightening hallucinations if you and your rain-stranded friends stay near them for too long. But remember! Do not break the figurine. Just try to move it somewhere else? And hopefully not get drenched in the process.

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[ - consulting detective
- sherlock holmes

wait, no.

¿

?

though the disbelief is clear on jack’s face, they attempt to hide it by coughing softly into their fist. ]

I see. I’m aware that there are countless stories of a certain consulting detective facing off against “me”, but your name is just a bit off. Perhaps you are a copy cat, or something else.

[ perhaps, there is a tinge of disappointment in their voice as they admit it. ]

[And Sholmes' own demeanor changes, though where Jack shows disappointment, he only provides a streak of indignity and disbelief.]

A copycat? My name is a bit off? What the deuce are you talking about? I know my own name, just as well as I know that I choose to copy no one.

[He has noted the remark about facing off against this individual, though perhaps that tidbit will take a moment to stick. He needs to get over this offense, first.]

If you've read the stories, then this should not be coming into question at all.

…

[ as convincing as sholmes may be, the disappointment in jack’s face only seems to grow more apparent. it was stupid of them to even hope that they could find the person that would know their identity here, in a place filled with people from other worlds. ]

Then…if you are as you say, let me ask of you: do you know of someone or something that calls themselves “Jack the Ripper”?

[ they have an inkling of what the answer will be. but they reach out anyways, in hopes that they may be proven wrong. ]

[His brows cinch, mouth thinning.]

The Ripper? A title that leaves very little to the imagination, I would suspect.

[Which would imply that the Whitechapel murders are not a flagrant news story in his world; for they would certainly make headlines that Sholmes would've paid attention to. That he may have even gravitated towards.]

Should I know the name, then? Your gaze reveals much; it shows a weight of expectation.

Haha…

[ of course. of course this man, whose name is not sherlock holmes, would not know who they are, either the legend or the person behind it. defeated, jack heaves a heavy sigh, shoulders dropping. ]

Yes, your suspicions are correct, detective. [ they nod, like a criminal that is ready to confess to their crimes; worn and exhausted. ] There is…was…someone…or something in London, a killer most foul. It took the lives of five victims, and disappeared without ever being discovered. No one knows if it is a man, woman, or something else entirely. Due to this, theories mixed with the fear of the citizens, paving the way for countless legends to appear.

[ jack knows how ridiculous this sounds. it sounds like a thing of fantasy, and all they can do is pray that this detective doesn’t toss their confession as something akin to a drunk man’s talk. ]

I am… something like a compilation of those legends. Usually, I do not even have a true physical form to call my own. But due to to these… [ they make a small gesture around them. ] —circumstances, I seem to have obtained a physical form.

[ with a wry smile, jack goes to stand up. ]

There is a man with a name similar to yours, with many stories of us facing against each other. For a moment, I believed that you might have known the identity that I have been trying to search for, but it seems that I have unfortunately wasted your time. Apologies, detective.

Edited 2022-05-26 23:02 (UTC)

[This is a lot of information to place upon a man's shoulders at once, much less a man who declares himself a great detective. Sholmes' eyebrows raise, and his lips thin with a moment of actual serious consideration — searching through the dregs of his memory, turning each one over, to see if he can recall any sort of event like the one described to him.

But, no. He would remember a killer who stole away five victims, one who garnered such a reputation that it would turn into legend. And this individual claims that they are— what? A coalesced form of such dark tales? Fantastical, worrying, but most importantly, his own presence has been so readily dismissed by way of it not being familiar?]

Now hold on a moment, my good man.

[He steps directly in the way of Jack's path.]

You realize what you are telling me is quite fantastical?

[ jack's eyes narrow as the detective steps in front of them, jaw tightened as their story is questioned. it's difficult to hold back a laugh as they respond. ]

Of course I am aware how fantastical my story sounds. If you wish to accuse me of being a madman, then feel free, though, if you do, do step aside so that I may leave.

[ that said, jack does not seem to be making any other attempt to leave. why, jack's not too sure. they've renounced any hope of this man knowing who they are, but there is just a tinge of something akin to curiosity. what will herlock sholmes do? will he believe them? or will he consider this to be little more than drunken babbling? ]

Your world must be far different from mine, and that is fine. But even your world must have things that appear to defy all human logic-- only for it to be as real as the rain that falls from the sky.

Come now, you put words in my mouth. I said that it was fantastical, but I did not say that you were a liar. I do not have enough data about you, nor this world, to jump so swiftly to that conclusion.

[If Jack wishes to leave, Sholmes will make no further attempt to stop him. But he has to say-]

The differences between worlds must be great, indeed. And it is nearly a shame that I was not presented with such a tantalizing mystery in my own.

...

[ well, the detective has definitely managed to grab enough of jack's attention to keep them in place. after a couple seconds of studying sholmes with an impassive stare, jack decides to sit back down, blue eyes locked on the man. ]

I have to admit that it's a mystery that has piqued many peoples' attention. My identity has been theorized to be a multitude of things, from demonic, to animal, to inanimate. [ jack's tone is impassive, listing off their peculiarity as if they were talking about someone else. ] When humans don't know something, they will often attribute it to something other than something like themselves, won't they? To say that it's a demon is far easier to accept and swallow than the idea that a fellow human could commit such horrific acts.

That is how a myth starts, of course. By growing from seeds of the truth, twisted over time.

[As a detective, he knows that is the truth. If the supernatural deign to meddle in his business, it is only because someone is trying to pull the wool over another's eyes; eventually, it all unravels, leaving the real circumstances laid bare.

Of course, those are the rules in which his own world operates. He cannot say the same for this man's.]

If I were to fashion an opinion, given so very little to work with, I would say that at the heart of this legend lies a human being of flesh and blood. No doubt prone to terrible acts—because exaggeration can only go so far—but one must account for hyperbole in a situation like this one.

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when you try to decide if jack the ripper is a thing in gaa canon

sholmes like my guy idk you

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