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open: boogie nights
Who ⬤ Harry and the unfortunate people he crosses paths with
What ⬤ Substories and Begging
When ⬤ Mainly the first week of arrival
Where ⬤ Around town
Content Warnings ⬤ Mentions of drug use
I. Money, please! (night after the partying)
[ Harry is in a bind, one which he only thinks is fifty percent his fault. When you break down the math that percentage makes a lot of sense! He had a fifty percent chance of doubling his money, and a fifty percent chance of losing almost all of it. He just fell on the wrong side of fifty because the fates are cruel. The more logical part of his headspace urged him to not gamble it all, but they couldn't stop him from gambling period. History repeats and he's in the same predicament as when he woke up to reality for the first time a week or so ago.
Luckily, he has a time-tested approach to getting more cash. One he readily employs as he looks out for people who look like they at least have some spare change and asks: ]
Hey, you look well to do. I'm a little down on my luck at the moment - can I have some money?
[ Who wouldn't say yes to a 40-something man with *incredible* handlebar facial hair who looks like he's coming down from a day long hangover? Please say yes. ]
Substory: High Definition
[ The rabbit's drugs are surprisingly potent considering his tolerance. The first time he took it he rationalized it as doing it for the advancement of scientific research. The surface level truth was he wanted a hit after being sober for almost a couple weeks. His body still aches from the gunshot to his hip, but that pain is flattened by the first time he takes the drug. When he reports his survey and asks if he could get more, the rabbit tells him all he has to do is report his experiences again.
The next drug he takes turns the whole world black and white, no different than the grainy film reels he (apparently) loves to watch. A voice in his head tells him of the low-budget adaptations of Dick Mullen novels looking just like this, steeped in a gritty *noir* aura that is irresistible to anyone with a passion for genre fiction. It seems only fitting then that he should play up the part. Digging around in the trash nets him a musty old brown overcoat (with a few faded stains on it that he doesn't notice) and his meager cash is enough to buy a cheap novelty detective's fedora to sit on his head.
With that he takes to the streets, notepad and pen in hand, approaching people with a simple "Evening. Mind if I ask you a couple questions?"
The yokai he asks twists her head to a 180 degree to meet him, back still turned, and barks a laugh in his face before continuing on her way. Harry shrugs, knowing this is part of the process, then looks to his next target -- you. ] Hello. I need to ask you some questions, if you have a few minutes to spare?
Substory: Sweet Jacket
[ Now this man's jacket is not *nearly* as sweet as Harry's FUCK THE WORLD leather jacket (which, sadly, did not make the trip to Hell with him) but he can respect a man's right to his fashion choices. As such, he volunteers to chaperone the man across the bridge as a bodyguard. They don't make it more than half-way before three men rush up to them and threaten to kick Mr. Cool Jacket's ass. No way to get past them either. Luckily, Harry has a plan guaranteed to work: ]
Look, over there!
[ Apologies to the poor soul he is pointing at - if you stop he's about to say something *very hurtful* about your fashion choices as a diversion. It's enough for the three men to look with him, even if they have no idea what the big deal is. ]
[ ooc: if you want a special prompt or to plan anything out, feel free to PM me. would especially be interested in an atrocious karaoke thread with one or two people who want to party. ]
What ⬤ Substories and Begging
When ⬤ Mainly the first week of arrival
Where ⬤ Around town
Content Warnings ⬤ Mentions of drug use
I. Money, please! (night after the partying)
[ Harry is in a bind, one which he only thinks is fifty percent his fault. When you break down the math that percentage makes a lot of sense! He had a fifty percent chance of doubling his money, and a fifty percent chance of losing almost all of it. He just fell on the wrong side of fifty because the fates are cruel. The more logical part of his headspace urged him to not gamble it all, but they couldn't stop him from gambling period. History repeats and he's in the same predicament as when he woke up to reality for the first time a week or so ago.
Luckily, he has a time-tested approach to getting more cash. One he readily employs as he looks out for people who look like they at least have some spare change and asks: ]
Hey, you look well to do. I'm a little down on my luck at the moment - can I have some money?
[ Who wouldn't say yes to a 40-something man with *incredible* handlebar facial hair who looks like he's coming down from a day long hangover? Please say yes. ]
Substory: High Definition
[ The rabbit's drugs are surprisingly potent considering his tolerance. The first time he took it he rationalized it as doing it for the advancement of scientific research. The surface level truth was he wanted a hit after being sober for almost a couple weeks. His body still aches from the gunshot to his hip, but that pain is flattened by the first time he takes the drug. When he reports his survey and asks if he could get more, the rabbit tells him all he has to do is report his experiences again.
The next drug he takes turns the whole world black and white, no different than the grainy film reels he (apparently) loves to watch. A voice in his head tells him of the low-budget adaptations of Dick Mullen novels looking just like this, steeped in a gritty *noir* aura that is irresistible to anyone with a passion for genre fiction. It seems only fitting then that he should play up the part. Digging around in the trash nets him a musty old brown overcoat (with a few faded stains on it that he doesn't notice) and his meager cash is enough to buy a cheap novelty detective's fedora to sit on his head.
With that he takes to the streets, notepad and pen in hand, approaching people with a simple "Evening. Mind if I ask you a couple questions?"
The yokai he asks twists her head to a 180 degree to meet him, back still turned, and barks a laugh in his face before continuing on her way. Harry shrugs, knowing this is part of the process, then looks to his next target -- you. ] Hello. I need to ask you some questions, if you have a few minutes to spare?
Substory: Sweet Jacket
[ Now this man's jacket is not *nearly* as sweet as Harry's FUCK THE WORLD leather jacket (which, sadly, did not make the trip to Hell with him) but he can respect a man's right to his fashion choices. As such, he volunteers to chaperone the man across the bridge as a bodyguard. They don't make it more than half-way before three men rush up to them and threaten to kick Mr. Cool Jacket's ass. No way to get past them either. Luckily, Harry has a plan guaranteed to work: ]
Look, over there!
[ Apologies to the poor soul he is pointing at - if you stop he's about to say something *very hurtful* about your fashion choices as a diversion. It's enough for the three men to look with him, even if they have no idea what the big deal is. ]
[ ooc: if you want a special prompt or to plan anything out, feel free to PM me. would especially be interested in an atrocious karaoke thread with one or two people who want to party. ]
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COMPOSURE - Your fingers twitch against your cheek, hand held in your bulky palm, but you somehow manage not to flinch.
RHETORIC - Ah, the *dialogue*! My time to shine.
Harry lifts his head and then the rest of himself off the couch, stretching out his back for a second before planting his hands on his sides. ]
Kim is right. You're trying too hard Ayako. If men are coming to you for their kicks, then you already have control of the situation. Short commands, slower presentation, and don't *ask* them to beg. In fact - disregard their wants completely. A man who really wants a woman... he'll beg for her. He'll cry for her. Make them feel like they can't live without you. You need to--
[ Suddenly, he stops. Mouth open, then closed, crunching down on word vomit before it spills out.
RHETORIC - What the hell? You weren't finished.
VOLITION - He is now.
AYAKO - "Sir?" The expression she was holding at the behest of Kim falters, noticing the obvious shift in his interruption. "Are you ok?" ]
I'm fine. [ He pushes out, quick and uneasy, then gives his throat a rough clear before proceeding. ] The point is: you don't need to be as forceful as you think. Men... they just want to be loved. Withhold that from them and they'll need it even more from you.
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Never mind that it doesn't seem accurate to Kim, who has never felt a desire for love so strongly that he would beg for it. But he's not the sort to come to a place like this anyway, and he's certainly seen that Harry's more than happy to beg for whatever it is he's lacking. Instead of voicing his concern, he chooses to simply back Harry up. ]
Khm. Yes, Harry's right. I believe being witholding has a great deal to do with what men come here for. [ He shoots Harry a quick glance - you okay? - then looks back at Ayako. ] Less is more. Do you feel you have a better grasp on things now?
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INLAND EMPIRE - Connections form in her mind, cruel and decisive. You may have created a monster.
SUGGESTION - The very best kind. She'll do great here with your support. ]
Now you're getting it. [ His lips struggle to smile, forcing all his might into a thin grin. Suddenly this isn't fun for him anymore. He's in pain and he doesn't know why. Still he looks at her, strangely panicked at the thought of looking at Kim. ] Do you want to give us one more demonstration?
[ AYAKO - "Ok." The young woman takes two steps back, satisfied with the distance between them, and takes in a breath. No words fill the room. Her shoulders pull back, sculpted eyebrows firm, arms at her side as her eyes pierce toward the men. There's steel in them and disregard for who it hurts.
PAIN THRESHOLD - It stabs you through the lungs, your breath caught.
AYAKO - Her eyes stay locked on them with only the sound of air flowing through a vent in the ceiling. Then her lips curl in dismissal, head slightly canting. "I don't think I'll waste my time on you. Unless you ask nicely."
DRAMA - Strange. You *know* it's a lie and yet it registers without falsehood? She's acting! ]
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That goes well beyond the ordinary perameters of what Kim considers to be garden-variety kink. And yet he insists that Ayako keep going. Kim doesn't care to know what Harry does in his personal time, truly, but he privately hopes that this hasn't awakened something in him to have him pursue self-abuse in this new, exciting way. This can be a perfectly healthy outlet for many people, but not necessarily for the detective.
At least Ayako seems to have a better handle on things. ]
Well done, [ he says, nodding. ] Perhaps your employer should invest in paying your more experienced colleagues for lessons in the future. It's clear that all you needed wa ssome guidance.
[ He makes a show of looking at his watch, toe tapping impatiently. ]
I think you have this well in hand from here, Miss. If you'll excuse us, we did have other things we needed to get done today. [ He nods at Harry. ] Come on. Let's go.
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SUGGESTION - Though she makes the offer to you both, she's very clearly looking at you.
ELECTROCHEMISTRY - Makes sense. She can tell you're more into this sort of thing than the lieutenant. Perhaps they have male staff for the homosexual clientele? ]
I'll keep that in mind. [ He gives her a quick wink and strides past her, leading the way out of the club. ] Good luck tonight!
[ The halls of the club are still empty as they leave, the receptionist at the counter giving them a quick "have a good evening!" before they ascend up the narrow stairs and back into the night. There's a cold breeze without chill coming in, or maybe that's just Harry feels as it cools his face. Was it warm down there or was it him? ]
Well, that's that. Nothing we couldn't handle like pros. Never had a reason to be worried.
[ It was a very normal set of interactions and absolutely nothing happened that threw him into an internal panic. ]
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[ Snippy as he is, Kim at least sounds less angry than he did when he was going on about prospective threesomes. Which is, for the record, now a conversation that never happened. He has elected to erase it completely from his mind, and he did no such thing as get irritated because Harry insinuated he wouldn't be any fun in an arguably deviant sexual situation. ]
But yes, it's well handled now. [ He glances at the doorway, wondering if he should ask - what was all that about? - and then decides against it. Instead, he says, ] I can't say I recommend taking her up on that offer, however. It might be best to start slow, detective.
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VOLITION - As if you have any moral high ground on judging who is and isn't a so-called "junkie". ]
Yeah, I think that's the right call too.
[ Not that he wanted to take Ayako up to begin with. He wasn't really that into her. Or, well, not until that very last moment. It would still be kind of awkward, right? Right. Right? Hm. ]
Thanks for coming in to help. Even if you didn't want to, you gave great advice! Guess I was wrong.