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jigokulogs2022-03-07 04:51 pm
aceslow) wrote in jigokulogs2022-03-07 04:51 pm
[ OPEN ] sunrise, sunset
Who ⬤ Kim Kitsuragi & YOU
What ⬤ March substories (night parade & babysitting bad trips) & more!
When ⬤ Throughout March
Where ⬤ Throughout Jigoku-cho
Content Warnings ⬤ Drug use for the applicable substory, otherwise n/a
a. high definition.
[ When Kim notices people exiting the drug testing location looking decidedly worse for wear, his first instinct is to simply ignore them. They knew what they signed up for, did so willingly, and evidently did so without having the contingency of planning for a friend to accompany them and keep them safe afterwards. He stands off to the side for a frankly unconsciable amount of time, reasoning that some good samaritan will choose to be helpful. It doesn't have to be him. He's done enough of babysitting people on unadvisable drug trips for an entire lifetime, and he's not keen on repeating the experience.
Except it quickly becomes clear that nobody else is going to step in, even when he's given one or two passer-bys a hopeful glance. Whether it's the blindness, hallucinations, or general revelry that influences people to make terrible decisions, participants in the study are going to wind up being a danger to themselves or others, Kim decides, and reluctantly approaches one of them. ]
Khm. Excuse me. Are you all right?
[ He knows the answer to that question. It's no, because agreeing to be the guinea pig for unknown drugs as administered by some bizarre rabbit creatures is not something you do when you're all right, but he makes the executive decision to err on the side of politeness anyway. ]
b. night parade.
i. decorating.
[ Assisting with the parade seems like an easy way of currying favour with his superiors and to at least put on the pretense of helping out, so Kim gladly accepts the task of hanging up the decorations. He'll be around to help hold ladders, move boxes from point A to point B, or toss a bottle of water to one of his fellow assistants who looks as though they've failed to hydrate through any of their hard labour.
He does, however, become more invested in it than he specifically means to as he stands back, hands tucked neatly behind him, and scrutinizes one of the stalls' decorations, in a very interesting colour scheme. ]
No. I'm sorry, this needs to come down. These colours are... [ There is a polite way of putting this. ] ...very ugly.
ii. eyes needed.
[ Kim, having been deemed a very responsible looking man (probably because he's one of the older people here, he thinks with a sigh), has been tasked with sorting the fireworks and putting them in appropriate storage. Some need to be stored at certain temperatures to maintain the brilliance of their colours, and others need to be put under lock and key in a nearby storage unit because in the wrong hands, they have the capacity to do an awful lot of damage.
Which is fine. Kim is more than capable of handling this. Only he's supposed to be reading the criminally tiny fine print along the sides of the tubes. He holds them away from his face as far as possible in a desperate bid to translate it, but to no avail. He could rely on guesswork, but...
Reluctantly, he turns to one of his fellows, roped into helping with the parade as well. ] Can you make this out?
[ He's secretly hoping the answer is no, which is a possibility. It would be less embarrassing that way. ]
c. sutoku district & housing.
[ Otherwise, Kim can be found wandering around what he's been told is his new home, pausing occasionally to look at the huge, flashy arcades, the blindingly bright department stores, or perhaps dwelling a little too long on one of the vehicles parked along the side of the road. Shopping isn't the most exciting thing, perhaps, but Kim has plenty he needs to get with his first paycheck: groceries (largely frozen and canned foods, specialty-made for the consummate bachelor), a first-aid kit, cigarettes and toiletries, instant coffee, and a pitstop where he inspects a truly tragic looking pot of mint planted in ruinously dry soil.
By the end of the evening, he can be found on the balcony of the long line of depressing apartments that all of the newcomers have been put into, staring out at the night sky with a cigarette dangling from his fingers and a convenience store bag filled with premade food hanging off the crook of his elbow. He's willing to share, if interest is shown -- a cigarette for the adults, or a an extra onigiri for the kids. If he's going to eat a depressing late-night dinner standing out here, he may as well have some company. ]
d. wildcard.
[ want something else? I'd love to make a starter for you! just hit me up at my ooc comment here and we'll figure something out. ]
What ⬤ March substories (night parade & babysitting bad trips) & more!
When ⬤ Throughout March
Where ⬤ Throughout Jigoku-cho
Content Warnings ⬤ Drug use for the applicable substory, otherwise n/a
a. high definition.
[ When Kim notices people exiting the drug testing location looking decidedly worse for wear, his first instinct is to simply ignore them. They knew what they signed up for, did so willingly, and evidently did so without having the contingency of planning for a friend to accompany them and keep them safe afterwards. He stands off to the side for a frankly unconsciable amount of time, reasoning that some good samaritan will choose to be helpful. It doesn't have to be him. He's done enough of babysitting people on unadvisable drug trips for an entire lifetime, and he's not keen on repeating the experience.
Except it quickly becomes clear that nobody else is going to step in, even when he's given one or two passer-bys a hopeful glance. Whether it's the blindness, hallucinations, or general revelry that influences people to make terrible decisions, participants in the study are going to wind up being a danger to themselves or others, Kim decides, and reluctantly approaches one of them. ]
Khm. Excuse me. Are you all right?
[ He knows the answer to that question. It's no, because agreeing to be the guinea pig for unknown drugs as administered by some bizarre rabbit creatures is not something you do when you're all right, but he makes the executive decision to err on the side of politeness anyway. ]
b. night parade.
i. decorating.
[ Assisting with the parade seems like an easy way of currying favour with his superiors and to at least put on the pretense of helping out, so Kim gladly accepts the task of hanging up the decorations. He'll be around to help hold ladders, move boxes from point A to point B, or toss a bottle of water to one of his fellow assistants who looks as though they've failed to hydrate through any of their hard labour.
He does, however, become more invested in it than he specifically means to as he stands back, hands tucked neatly behind him, and scrutinizes one of the stalls' decorations, in a very interesting colour scheme. ]
No. I'm sorry, this needs to come down. These colours are... [ There is a polite way of putting this. ] ...very ugly.
ii. eyes needed.
[ Kim, having been deemed a very responsible looking man (probably because he's one of the older people here, he thinks with a sigh), has been tasked with sorting the fireworks and putting them in appropriate storage. Some need to be stored at certain temperatures to maintain the brilliance of their colours, and others need to be put under lock and key in a nearby storage unit because in the wrong hands, they have the capacity to do an awful lot of damage.
Which is fine. Kim is more than capable of handling this. Only he's supposed to be reading the criminally tiny fine print along the sides of the tubes. He holds them away from his face as far as possible in a desperate bid to translate it, but to no avail. He could rely on guesswork, but...
Reluctantly, he turns to one of his fellows, roped into helping with the parade as well. ] Can you make this out?
[ He's secretly hoping the answer is no, which is a possibility. It would be less embarrassing that way. ]
c. sutoku district & housing.
[ Otherwise, Kim can be found wandering around what he's been told is his new home, pausing occasionally to look at the huge, flashy arcades, the blindingly bright department stores, or perhaps dwelling a little too long on one of the vehicles parked along the side of the road. Shopping isn't the most exciting thing, perhaps, but Kim has plenty he needs to get with his first paycheck: groceries (largely frozen and canned foods, specialty-made for the consummate bachelor), a first-aid kit, cigarettes and toiletries, instant coffee, and a pitstop where he inspects a truly tragic looking pot of mint planted in ruinously dry soil.
By the end of the evening, he can be found on the balcony of the long line of depressing apartments that all of the newcomers have been put into, staring out at the night sky with a cigarette dangling from his fingers and a convenience store bag filled with premade food hanging off the crook of his elbow. He's willing to share, if interest is shown -- a cigarette for the adults, or a an extra onigiri for the kids. If he's going to eat a depressing late-night dinner standing out here, he may as well have some company. ]
d. wildcard.
[ want something else? I'd love to make a starter for you! just hit me up at my ooc comment here and we'll figure something out. ]
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[ But they may come. He worries so much that they may come; he wants to do what he can to ensure that they'll be all right. Even in Hell. What a funny thought, but he does not want to leave the youkai without someone to look after them.
Artemy pauses in his thoughts to look over his shoulder. He shifts and turns; the whole room spins with him. He pauses. His eyes dart all over in a panic before everything settles down.
He clears his throat: ]
Artemy Burakh. Surgeon. I know how to read the lines. The lines are all over. [ As soon as he says that, he crouches down on the floor; his hands run along the ground. ] They really are all over. I can read you, too. I know where you connect.
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[ Even through Artemy's drugged ramblings, Kim is starting to make sense of him -- the sort of things that matter to him, the way that he sees the world. Drugs and alcohol can do a great deal to change a person, but in Kim's experience, they tend not to fixate on things that they don't already spend a lot of time thinking about sober. That can be past relationships, fraught relationships with the fairer sex, philosophy and pain, or if you knew Kim during his younger days, embarrassingly strong feelings about the legitimacy of science-fiction engineering after an evening of weed cigarettes.
For Artemy, it's this: his patients, the city, and what connects them. It's all a bit metaphysical in nature, he thinks. Harry would probably be able to follow his line of thinking without even having to struggle. ]
Where I connect? [ Kim doubts that. He does not, as a general rule, connect. ] And where would that be, Dr. Burakh?
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[ Artemy nods. He brings his fist to tap it a few times against his own chest. ]
There are many ways that we connect. But I believe that you connect here. [ Again, he pats his chest to make it a little more clear what he's talking about, which is ramblings, but he's trying. ] Your heart is still a good one, brother. It will reach out to others and bind them to you. I believe this to be true.
[ The way that Kim connects is through the heart. ] In those connections, in those Lines, we will see where your health is. [ Artemy takes a few heavy steps forward; he leans in to look carefully at his face. He squints -- ] I can't see them when I do this.
[ Obviously.
And he opens his eyes: ] That's better.
[ A hum. ] Your health is worn. You will need to rest. The Lines are stretched and need time to straighten themselves out yet. It will be all right, brother. It will come along. [ And he pats his shoulder for good measure. ]
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Khm. [ Connections to others isn't what he'd call his strong point, exactly. ] Are you certain you're not just looking at the bags underneath my eyes? I could have told you that much. Nobody ever gets enough sleep.
[ He nods at him with a quirk of the lip. ]
But speaking of rest, I think it's high time you get some. Why not lie down, try to sleep the rest of this off?
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[ He nods along, finding what Kim said to be profound rather than dismissive. Wobbling side-to-side, he catches himself before falling. ]
It'll be for the best. Yes, the city has grown quiet. It's said all that it has need to say. [ Stumbling over to a wall, he lightly pats the wall. It's a way to thank the city for talking to him at all. He is grateful for the conversation and for meeting his brother; their paths crossed and there is meaning in that, yes. ]
You can die if you don't let yourself rest. [ He stumbles back to Kim. ] So, I'll take some burdens and let the bags on your eyes go. [ Holding his hand out, he acts like he is grabbing something and -- knees go out, he is kneeling on the ground then tips over.
Zzzz. ]