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jigokulogs2022-09-09 11:09 pm
rank1) wrote in jigokulogs2022-09-09 11:09 pm
GROUP PROJECT TIME ☆ CLOSED
Who ⬤ Travis, Ena and Kazuma
What ⬤ Planning Shuten newbie orientation
When ⬤ With just enough time before showtime to put together a shitty "commercial", obvs.
Where ⬤ Travis's apartment.
Content Warnings ⬤ will let u know if anything weird happens
[Travis doesn't mind his shitty rookie apartment. It's far smaller than the motel room he's lived in for much of his adult life, but it's decently on par with his trailer. Better plumbing, actually.
And despite having been here for two months, Travis has made minimal efforts to make the space more personal. There's a couple posters taped up on the wall, one of Ringo-chan reaching towards the audience in a moment of mid-performance passion, another of some anime girl in a mocha-style metal bikini and ludicrously oversized shoulder pauldrons. Dozens of gacha prizes are lined up on the windowsill, arranged carefully by theme –– tiny recreations of desserts, Godzilla vs Kong mini-figures, animals in bizarre poses, anthropomorphic sushi waiting for a bus that will never come. You know, normal stuff. It smells like take-out, something like gyudon. His phone is on the counter, a cheery pop song playing on its tinny speakers.
It is absolutely not set up for guests. In fact, Travis has dragged the only two chairs in his place and a side table into a rough triangle with the corner of the bed, which is where he sits now. Isn't he a good host for not making co-workers sit on his bed? For putting a couple bottles of convenience store soda out? No, because this is the bare minimum of effort, knowing people are coming over.
Welcome to the brainstorming session for the group project. It's just like being in high school again, a place Travis has not been for over twenty years. He finds himself looking at his teammates somewhat dubiously –– he's gotta be the adult here, right? Cool cool cool cool cool.
Travis cracks open a soda.]
Okay, so who's covering what?
[William better be proud.]
What ⬤ Planning Shuten newbie orientation
When ⬤ With just enough time before showtime to put together a shitty "commercial", obvs.
Where ⬤ Travis's apartment.
Content Warnings ⬤ will let u know if anything weird happens
[Travis doesn't mind his shitty rookie apartment. It's far smaller than the motel room he's lived in for much of his adult life, but it's decently on par with his trailer. Better plumbing, actually.
And despite having been here for two months, Travis has made minimal efforts to make the space more personal. There's a couple posters taped up on the wall, one of Ringo-chan reaching towards the audience in a moment of mid-performance passion, another of some anime girl in a mocha-style metal bikini and ludicrously oversized shoulder pauldrons. Dozens of gacha prizes are lined up on the windowsill, arranged carefully by theme –– tiny recreations of desserts, Godzilla vs Kong mini-figures, animals in bizarre poses, anthropomorphic sushi waiting for a bus that will never come. You know, normal stuff. It smells like take-out, something like gyudon. His phone is on the counter, a cheery pop song playing on its tinny speakers.
It is absolutely not set up for guests. In fact, Travis has dragged the only two chairs in his place and a side table into a rough triangle with the corner of the bed, which is where he sits now. Isn't he a good host for not making co-workers sit on his bed? For putting a couple bottles of convenience store soda out? No, because this is the bare minimum of effort, knowing people are coming over.
Welcome to the brainstorming session for the group project. It's just like being in high school again, a place Travis has not been for over twenty years. He finds himself looking at his teammates somewhat dubiously –– he's gotta be the adult here, right? Cool cool cool cool cool.
Travis cracks open a soda.]
Okay, so who's covering what?
[William better be proud.]
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To be fair, it isn't that bad. At least there isn't trash everywhere. It's just... cluttered. And messy. And full of embarrassing merchandise. How does Travis know where anything is??]
What information needs to be included in the first place? Perhaps we should start there.