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medicative) wrote in jigokulogs2022-03-06 04:01 pm
(open.) goldenseal
Who ⬤ Emily and open!
What ⬤ Monthly catchall - substories, life, etc.
When ⬤ Over March
Where ⬤ Across the city.
Content Warnings ⬤ TBA if needed
sprout. - post mingle
[it's not her scene at all. already on edge, Emily had kept it together long enough to get her pay advance, thanked people kindly, and then bolted. overwhelming, bad for her senses, and so she had gone to the roof, stretched her wings, and flown away. immediately, she had started feeling better, the relief that comes from exercise and movement and being out of an environment that puts her ill at ease.
where she lands, it's away from the nightclub, but she carefully wanders, trying to get her bearings. it's much harder than it appears, in the dimmer light, even with things illuminated by electricity and the life that still thrums through the place. and unfortunately for a person that looks lost, it's all too easy to get spotted by those who might be drunk, might not be, but see virtue in calling out on the street to try to get one more person to join them for fun.]
No thank you, I'm not-
[they don't seem to be willing to accept the first no for an answer. alternatively, you've arrived later, and someone has Emily slung over their shoulder. despite the awkward state of affairs, she is very clearly trying to squirm out of their grasp, more annoyed than anything else about being swept away, and the youkai holding her seems ignorant to how she's trying to get out. or maybe just used to it. ugh. she's not giving up yet though.]
growth. - night parade
[decorating is an important part of being ready for the parade, Emily knows, and for this, she can put her full energy behind it. after failing so miserably at socializing earlier, she's doing her best to remain dutiful here. that means fetching what she's been told to, assisting those who might have shakier footing, or giving gentle but honest advice about what looks best. and of course, for those harder to reach spots, it does help when you can fly up and hover some to affix it in the best spot. this might be why she keeps getting assigned to the trickier bits.
of course, no one can keep being full of steam all the time, and so it is that on break, she's found a good spot to sit down - right on a wooden box, slumped over and clutching onto a water bottle as if it will save her. but hearing any footsteps, she sits up, the flush of exertion in her face still evident.]
Has it been twenty minutes already? Goodness.
[self defense training or not, it's like running a marathon...]
bloom. - work
[she bows her head and accepts the sneers thrown her ways from the other girls - they don't understand why an uptight member of the Sutoku would seek a steadier job with the club that falls under more of the Tamamo purview, but the manager accepts it with a grunt and lets Emily have her work. employment is employment, and she needs funds if she's going to get anywhere, so she'll sell what's most useful right now - her voice. Hotaru is the stage name she chooses for herself, and she does her best to ingratiate herself with the others, learning what the band would prefer to play and what songs they can collaborate on. really, she closes her ears to anything else, keeps to herself - even the most sharp eyed can't find fault with her attitude off stage, and so she'll gain her money carefully.
so, perhaps you've come in to enjoy a leisurely night at a slower pace, and she's in the midst of her set, singing and making the right kind of eye contact with customers. maybe it's earlier, and you work there, early enough to hear the sounds of a minor scuffle in the back that ends with a door slammed and Emily stumbling out of that direction, a bundle in her arms. or maybe it's later, and you're at the bar, and a soft voice comes from your side.]
I wouldn't, if I were you.
[it's the careful grind, after all. there's the idea of quitting and finding a different place, and she has the number of a different club in another district, but...she wants her first paycheck at least.]
wildcard.
[for custom prompts and new ideas and the like. ooc intro if you'd like to plot something specific, or hit me up via PM!]
What ⬤ Monthly catchall - substories, life, etc.
When ⬤ Over March
Where ⬤ Across the city.
Content Warnings ⬤ TBA if needed
sprout. - post mingle
[it's not her scene at all. already on edge, Emily had kept it together long enough to get her pay advance, thanked people kindly, and then bolted. overwhelming, bad for her senses, and so she had gone to the roof, stretched her wings, and flown away. immediately, she had started feeling better, the relief that comes from exercise and movement and being out of an environment that puts her ill at ease.
where she lands, it's away from the nightclub, but she carefully wanders, trying to get her bearings. it's much harder than it appears, in the dimmer light, even with things illuminated by electricity and the life that still thrums through the place. and unfortunately for a person that looks lost, it's all too easy to get spotted by those who might be drunk, might not be, but see virtue in calling out on the street to try to get one more person to join them for fun.]
No thank you, I'm not-
[they don't seem to be willing to accept the first no for an answer. alternatively, you've arrived later, and someone has Emily slung over their shoulder. despite the awkward state of affairs, she is very clearly trying to squirm out of their grasp, more annoyed than anything else about being swept away, and the youkai holding her seems ignorant to how she's trying to get out. or maybe just used to it. ugh. she's not giving up yet though.]
growth. - night parade
[decorating is an important part of being ready for the parade, Emily knows, and for this, she can put her full energy behind it. after failing so miserably at socializing earlier, she's doing her best to remain dutiful here. that means fetching what she's been told to, assisting those who might have shakier footing, or giving gentle but honest advice about what looks best. and of course, for those harder to reach spots, it does help when you can fly up and hover some to affix it in the best spot. this might be why she keeps getting assigned to the trickier bits.
of course, no one can keep being full of steam all the time, and so it is that on break, she's found a good spot to sit down - right on a wooden box, slumped over and clutching onto a water bottle as if it will save her. but hearing any footsteps, she sits up, the flush of exertion in her face still evident.]
Has it been twenty minutes already? Goodness.
[self defense training or not, it's like running a marathon...]
bloom. - work
[she bows her head and accepts the sneers thrown her ways from the other girls - they don't understand why an uptight member of the Sutoku would seek a steadier job with the club that falls under more of the Tamamo purview, but the manager accepts it with a grunt and lets Emily have her work. employment is employment, and she needs funds if she's going to get anywhere, so she'll sell what's most useful right now - her voice. Hotaru is the stage name she chooses for herself, and she does her best to ingratiate herself with the others, learning what the band would prefer to play and what songs they can collaborate on. really, she closes her ears to anything else, keeps to herself - even the most sharp eyed can't find fault with her attitude off stage, and so she'll gain her money carefully.
so, perhaps you've come in to enjoy a leisurely night at a slower pace, and she's in the midst of her set, singing and making the right kind of eye contact with customers. maybe it's earlier, and you work there, early enough to hear the sounds of a minor scuffle in the back that ends with a door slammed and Emily stumbling out of that direction, a bundle in her arms. or maybe it's later, and you're at the bar, and a soft voice comes from your side.]
I wouldn't, if I were you.
[it's the careful grind, after all. there's the idea of quitting and finding a different place, and she has the number of a different club in another district, but...she wants her first paycheck at least.]
wildcard.
[for custom prompts and new ideas and the like. ooc intro if you'd like to plot something specific, or hit me up via PM!]
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[not that she has a better idea...]
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( hmmm )
...Ah. You ever heard of tarot cards? Arcanas and all that.
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[everyone had fads back in the day.]
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( nakkun... )
I was thinkin' we could be somethin' based on The Strength card. ( the only other paired card in the arcana, he's not making emily be lovers with him ) How's that?
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La Force. That's the translation from the French version. It flows off the tongue a little better.
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I like it. ( gonna be a new experience singing with... well, nacchan's a girl at heart, but he's pretty sure he hits higher notes than her. it'll be alright working with em; he's no leo, but he thinks he can figure out how to harmonize. ) La Force... Heheh.
( sooo fancy...
ritsu pauses for a moment to figure out where he is, then turns one last corner--there's a stairwell there, heading down to some sort of dive or basement restaurant from the sound and smell of it. )
Should be about the time they're offering their special menu--I haven't tried it, but I've been here once or twice in the morning. They've got good pancakes.
( a little gesture. )
Ladies first ♪
( the place itself doesn't seem all that special, some sutoku-run establishment that gets foot traffic from a variety of youkai and a variety of factions; it's a little dimly lit but cozy, and not very busy this time of night--easy enough to get a table in the corner for the two of them. there's normal water for people who don't drink and ritsu is trying to decide if he wants to be a Good Boy or if he wants to ask for a lemon sour..... they're not gonna be as good as anything shylock makes though so he supposes... good boy hours it will be......... )
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quietly, she asks the server to bring them the special menu, and sticks to a water herself. Ritsu won't feel alone in being Good, for now.]
It's a nice place...how did you find it?
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( ritsu "idol in life" sakuma, who doesn't actually like crowded places or too many people or loudness. there's a difference between fans and the audience, or business partners or whatever, and strangers. )
Just stumbled on it.
( ritsu stretches and gives a thankful nod when the water for them comes around--the menu is tucked beneath them on the tray, and ritsu moves their drinks off of it to peer at the options with emily.
the names sound good--a little over-the-top, but not really out of place in hell. what they actually are, though, is a little stomach-turning: there's some meals that are hopefully just youkai-themed and not actually youkai, like the "breaded bakeneko paws" or the "namekujira escargot". "baked umi inu", "blanquette de kudan", "bitan steak"...
and naturally, the chef's special, which changes by the day. ritsu looks up at emily, then back down at the menu. mm. )
...Anythin' sound good to you?
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[she doesn't want to believe it, and so she has to very quietly whisper to Ritsu.]
Is this one of those...theme restaurants?
[like. that's not just out in the open, right?
she can feel Hibiki in her mind stretching, waking up in curiosity.]
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Not normally, nah.
( and this one's secret, so maybe it's... he flips it back over, folding the corner back and forth idly. )
...But the night crew could change it up or somethin'. ( he might still get the chef's special though--that can't be different than the day menu, right? ...maybe. ) Namekujira are just giant slugs, if you want something kinda safe. I don't think they talk. Maybe.
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[but there's a scent in the air, something familiar that tugs at her senses sharply, and she looks to the side, trying to find it. her hands, on her lap, tighten for a second - but that's not her. in a place like this, in front of someone else-
Play on your ignorance, ■■■■■.
it's not a suggestion.]
...or perhaps the special would be better. Surely.
[not her words she wants to say, but is there a choice?]
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the pause must've just been her getting her thoughts in order. )
Then let's get that... ( he raises his hand, smiling kindly as he orders for them--
two chef's specials. he pauses, glancing at her again. ) Anything else?
( salad or bread or whatever it is places have, )
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[if she needs more, she'll figure something out away from this place.]
But please, don't let me stop you, if you want anything else.
[she swears she can hear laughing echoing around her skull.]
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... ) Chef's special today was... You ever had a cheesesteak?
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[maybe it's a special type of cheese?]
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Nah, it's like... You'll see.
( it doesn't take far too long for their food to come out—cheesesteak sliders, though they look more like they're made with pork than with beef, and the waitress asks they enjoy their meal; the cut these were from was the last of the night, for a special that only came by every few months as-is. ritsu pulls one of them off the bunch, the cheese pulling with it, and sets it on one of the plates they've been given.
...
mmm. it looks different than earlier, but... )
It's just beef... or normally, it's beef... sliced all thin like this, see, with really melty cheese. It's not like you really put a slice of cheese on a big steak or anythin'.
( it feels off, though. something about it makes his skin crawl, and the waitress' words before she left repeat in his head. that was different than earlier, too. )
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...Are you all right?
[a doctor would be concerned with that first, even if she has a creature clawing in her skull.]
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it's just food.
it's probably pork, or something. it's just food, anyway. )
Yeah, ( he mumbles, and then louder-- ) Yeah, I am. Cheers?
( raises his ... slider ... for her to tap. kanpai and stuff. )
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taking a bite, she hates how good it tastes, even as another part of her dislikes the fact that it's been cooked, wishes it was a little less so. she hates it, hates herself, but Emily has long since perfected the art of hating herself and staying perfectly still. she chews, swallows, and detests the satisfaction that bleeds over into her from Hibiki's presence.]
That's...I certainly haven't had that before.
[this style, anyway.]
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...
it really doesn't feel right, for some reason. )
Mmmhmm. Never heard of a pork cheesesteak before myself. ( it's just pig it's just pig it's just pig(is it pig people? there are pig youkai, right? was this a living person at some point, did he just eat a) ) The cheese is... good too, isn't it. They've got some real quality stuff, here.
( ...
takes another bite... chews slowly... the second bite isn't as hard, in some ways. he already had some, so he can have it again, basically. like drinking beer. )
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but she'd be a terrible person if she didn't say something. she'll allow herself finishing one slider before she picks up a second, looking carefully at Ritsu.]
...Please don't feel obligated to finish it, if you hate it. I won't judge you, I promise.
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( they're friends, after all. ritsu closes his eyes and keeps eating, finding it never actually gets easier to swallow. just, come on, please... )
It really isn't that bad. ( ... ) Just kinda weird. S'okay.