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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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[ He lifts up one of the plastic pots. It's cheap, costing no more than what he would reasonably spend on a coffee and a bagel. He tuts at it. Poor thing. He feels bad for it. ]
I'm almost impressed. It takes real skill to kill mint.
[ He raises a brow at Kimmuriel and says, ] Good of you to come talk to me properly this time.
[ It's more a joke than anything else. Breaking the ice. He won't hold it against him if Kimmuriel doesn't. ]
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An amused noise escapes him at the comment. ]
It would be foolish to try the same approach when it was already proven to be a mistake. I am not so fixated. [ At least, not with this. ]
That makes sense, [ he says begrudgingly, after a moment. ] I would have liked to get one of these for another, but that must wait. [ Budgeting is necessary but also: very annoying. He's accepting of the fact that if he wants to get an actual non-dying plant that his partner can actually use, though, he'll have to pay more. ]
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Kim holds the sad plant up to see it in the sunshine, withered and worn as it is. He feels strangely guilty leaving them all to rot. ]
I don't know, [ he says thoughtfully. ] I think I can revive it. It just needs a little attention.
[ Regularly watering and a nice home on a windowsill would do it. The windowsill of Kim's new apartment is a small, pitiful thing. They're a perfect match. ]
A friend from home came here with you, I take it?
[ This stranger doesn't seem like the sort to make friends quickly enough to already be considering presents. ]
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I wish you luck with that. [ He does not sound at all like he hopes for anything here. ] It looks near death already.
Yes. A partner. He likes to cook. [ That's all the explanation he offers, though the fact he neatly corrects the use of 'friend' is probably more telling than anything else he's said so far.
Though his expression doesn't change, there's a slight inflection in his tone that suggests familiar, tired exasperation in his next words. ] He is particular about it.
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[ Which is mainly some sunshine and water. But Kim's no stranger to killing plants, especially when he's gone on a long assignment, which means that he's no stranger to bringing them back to life either. Reason would dictate that he just give up on keeping them, but he refuses to. He likes little scraps of contentment where he can find them -- and in this place, this sad excuse for a plant is the first.
The use of partner, though, is interesting. It's impossible to tell whether he's talking about a romantic partner or a business one; being in the occupation that he is, his mind immediately jumps to the latter. If he's wrong, then perhaps things around here are a little more open than what he's used to. ]
It's lucky that you came here with someone you're already close to. Plenty of others don't seem to have had that luxury. Did you two have the good fortune of being assigned to the same faction?
[ He's noticed that people who did come in pairs were often separated. It's good data to have on-hand, he thinks. ]
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He does lean over slightly to look at the mint, though which probably indicates more of the former than the latter. ]
We did. Though I was expecting otherwise. [ He was also not expecting his partner/co-leader/etc to show up at all to be honest, so this has all been somewhat surreal, but also something approaching pleasant?? Weird. ] I would have thought it would be a more entertaining option for our hosts, but it saves time and effort, so I see no need to argue with the choice.
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[ They know enough about them to guess at what their deepest desires are. That means that they certainly know enough to know which of them would really prefer to stay with their friends or family members or colleagues. ]
Regardless, you got lucky. I don't think you'd be able to argue the choice in the first place. They don't seem as though they'd entertain transfer -- and even asking for one would likely put you in their bad books.