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Fantasy 一一 願望𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐦. ︑𝘪𝘤
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permanent iishanten
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Nano
procrastination symphony
▌Jing Rui
The abrupt halt of the incessant taps of a pencil upon a notebook drew Rui’s attention away from his book to the girl seated beside him. Amber eyes briefly studied her expression, still scrunched up in an attempt to piece together which formulas suited the problem on the page. Turning towards the clock nested above the doorway, the brunette opened his mouth to dismiss his student for the day, only for the slightest of frowns to mar his features. The second hand of the clock was frozen in place, broken, or so he had assumed. As if the suspended timepiece had triggered a series of revelations, the quiet waves of murmurs typically present in the library had similarly come to a complete halt.
Colors bled away into monochrome as his eyelashes quivered, attempting to blink away nonexistent fatigue. When counting to three and opening his eyes did little to change the desaturated view greeting his gaze whichever way he turned, a rare bout of exasperation washed over him. He was seldom visited by dreams, and those that did hardly spanned more than the blink of an eye. For sleep to claim him during a tutoring session of all times was, quite frankly, unprofessional to the highest degree.
Seconds stretched into minutes of waiting with his eyes drawn shut until a small voice buzzing away in the back of his head kindly informed him that the dream wasn’t likely to conclude should he continue to refuse to be compliant. In his best attempt to entertain whatever ridiculous scenario his mind had managed to cook up, Rui headed towards the library’s exit with even strides, half-expecting to find himself locked in when he tested the door’s handle. He wasn't sure whether to be grateful or disappointed that the dreamscape had the courtesy to leave him free to roam, but the thought was promptly discarded in favor of continuing onwards to wherever his feet decided to subconsciously take him.
Stepping off campus lay between disorienting and naseauting. The moment his hands pushed past the final set of doors separating him from the outside, any semblance of familiarity had vanished without a trace. Whether it be the bus terminal or the nearby coffee shop, everything had been blurred behind some mental haze, serving as a mere backdrop for the sole building he could manage to bring his eyes to focus on: Mono Palace—a hotel, from the looks of it.
Logically, it didn’t make sense. A hotel wasn’t built in a matter of hours. However, if the name gave anything away, it was clear that the quaint building had something to do with the current situation in one way or another.
Just as Rui thought his dream had been becoming more and more lucid, an ominous creak was followed by the harsh click of the hotel’s doors being shut tight by some mysterious force. By the time he reacted in an attempt to turn around to observe the entrance, the brunette’s gaze was brought back to attention towards the crowd assembled in the room by a tall woman who introduced herself as Joker.
A game? Missions? Granting wishes (did he even have one)? Rui breathed in deeply and let out a surprisingly steady exhale. Perhaps his mind was more fragile than he had thought, fracturing under a buildup of stress that he hadn’t known he’d been bending under. That was the only explanation he could draft for a dream containing scenes as strange as the one he had just witnessed. However, something about the callous manner in which Joker delivered her warning to cease thinking that it was all just a dream ate away at the theory he had held as true from the start of this whole situation. The manner in which they had been gathered and the mysteriously locked doors weren’t very convincing, but the length of the time he had been “dreaming” as well as how clearly he could hear every sound present in the room gave the woman’s words the slightest bit of validity. At the very least, it wouldn’t hurt to heed her warnings for the time being.
That didn’t mean he was content to stay put, and it appeared that many within their congregation of misfits agreed.
Ruminating over the words of Joker and the first few to speak, Rui doubted whatever entity had brought them here had left any loopholes for them to escape from. The intent was clear. If they wished to leave, it wouldn’t happen until their supposed heart’s greatest desire was granted—or if they died trying, should the missions they be assigned be dangerous in nature. If on the off chance there was a separate exit, the likelihood of it being on the 1st floor was close to zero. Perhaps they might have a better shot of finding one on the 2nd floor, if Joker’s words and actions were anything to go by, but given the unknown circumstances, one could only imagine the consequences of trespassing on restricted grounds.
For the time being, perhaps the best course of action would be to familiarize himself with the area. “Explore,” the woman had said, but it would have been nice for her to have provided them with a map. His sarcastic thoughts were quickly bit back as he refocused himself on the situation at hand.
“You’ll find only clues at best,” Rui finally said, taking no note of whether or not the topic at hand was even still relevant to his comment or if his words would be understood. Removing his hand from where it had previously been resting on his chin, the brunette paced forward two steps, intent on going off to map out the area on his own. However, their time limit of an hour brought him to an abrupt halt.
“We should…” he trailed off. They were complete strangers, and he had little grasp over their personalities and capabilities. Rui only continued after mulling over things for a few seconds, “-split up and report any significant finds.”
Without waiting for any words of acknowledgement or agreement, Rui stalked off towards the door located on the other side of the room opposite to the entrance. Two is company while three is a crowd, and he bore no interest in mingling. As for the case in which his words went ignored, it would neither hurt nor benefit him, and that suited him just fine.
Colors bled away into monochrome as his eyelashes quivered, attempting to blink away nonexistent fatigue. When counting to three and opening his eyes did little to change the desaturated view greeting his gaze whichever way he turned, a rare bout of exasperation washed over him. He was seldom visited by dreams, and those that did hardly spanned more than the blink of an eye. For sleep to claim him during a tutoring session of all times was, quite frankly, unprofessional to the highest degree.
Seconds stretched into minutes of waiting with his eyes drawn shut until a small voice buzzing away in the back of his head kindly informed him that the dream wasn’t likely to conclude should he continue to refuse to be compliant. In his best attempt to entertain whatever ridiculous scenario his mind had managed to cook up, Rui headed towards the library’s exit with even strides, half-expecting to find himself locked in when he tested the door’s handle. He wasn't sure whether to be grateful or disappointed that the dreamscape had the courtesy to leave him free to roam, but the thought was promptly discarded in favor of continuing onwards to wherever his feet decided to subconsciously take him.
Stepping off campus lay between disorienting and naseauting. The moment his hands pushed past the final set of doors separating him from the outside, any semblance of familiarity had vanished without a trace. Whether it be the bus terminal or the nearby coffee shop, everything had been blurred behind some mental haze, serving as a mere backdrop for the sole building he could manage to bring his eyes to focus on: Mono Palace—a hotel, from the looks of it.
Logically, it didn’t make sense. A hotel wasn’t built in a matter of hours. However, if the name gave anything away, it was clear that the quaint building had something to do with the current situation in one way or another.
Just as Rui thought his dream had been becoming more and more lucid, an ominous creak was followed by the harsh click of the hotel’s doors being shut tight by some mysterious force. By the time he reacted in an attempt to turn around to observe the entrance, the brunette’s gaze was brought back to attention towards the crowd assembled in the room by a tall woman who introduced herself as Joker.
A game? Missions? Granting wishes (did he even have one)? Rui breathed in deeply and let out a surprisingly steady exhale. Perhaps his mind was more fragile than he had thought, fracturing under a buildup of stress that he hadn’t known he’d been bending under. That was the only explanation he could draft for a dream containing scenes as strange as the one he had just witnessed. However, something about the callous manner in which Joker delivered her warning to cease thinking that it was all just a dream ate away at the theory he had held as true from the start of this whole situation. The manner in which they had been gathered and the mysteriously locked doors weren’t very convincing, but the length of the time he had been “dreaming” as well as how clearly he could hear every sound present in the room gave the woman’s words the slightest bit of validity. At the very least, it wouldn’t hurt to heed her warnings for the time being.
That didn’t mean he was content to stay put, and it appeared that many within their congregation of misfits agreed.
Ruminating over the words of Joker and the first few to speak, Rui doubted whatever entity had brought them here had left any loopholes for them to escape from. The intent was clear. If they wished to leave, it wouldn’t happen until their supposed heart’s greatest desire was granted—or if they died trying, should the missions they be assigned be dangerous in nature. If on the off chance there was a separate exit, the likelihood of it being on the 1st floor was close to zero. Perhaps they might have a better shot of finding one on the 2nd floor, if Joker’s words and actions were anything to go by, but given the unknown circumstances, one could only imagine the consequences of trespassing on restricted grounds.
For the time being, perhaps the best course of action would be to familiarize himself with the area. “Explore,” the woman had said, but it would have been nice for her to have provided them with a map. His sarcastic thoughts were quickly bit back as he refocused himself on the situation at hand.
“You’ll find only clues at best,” Rui finally said, taking no note of whether or not the topic at hand was even still relevant to his comment or if his words would be understood. Removing his hand from where it had previously been resting on his chin, the brunette paced forward two steps, intent on going off to map out the area on his own. However, their time limit of an hour brought him to an abrupt halt.
“We should…” he trailed off. They were complete strangers, and he had little grasp over their personalities and capabilities. Rui only continued after mulling over things for a few seconds, “-split up and report any significant finds.”
Without waiting for any words of acknowledgement or agreement, Rui stalked off towards the door located on the other side of the room opposite to the entrance. Two is company while three is a crowd, and he bore no interest in mingling. As for the case in which his words went ignored, it would neither hurt nor benefit him, and that suited him just fine.
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Servant
Ashigara's Lightning
Seika, Nakano.
“Oi, Nakano, we are heading out for a bit.” Osamu’s voice called out to her, followed immediately by the sound of a door closing. It’d seem Osamu and Michi were excited to have a taste of the nightlife Tokyo had to offer, maybe its women too. Well, at least someone was having fun with this little “trip”. You see, earlier that day Nakano’s boss, Mr.Hitomu, had informed her and the previously mentioned duo that his connections over at the ICR had told him that due to a massive case of food poisoning the whale catching vessel known as the Yūshin Maru was currently severely understaffed and in desperate need of some extra hands. As a result Mr.Hitomu chose to offer the trio as substitute crewmen for the time being, a questionable decision considering how new and inexperienced the three of them were. Still, Mr.Hitomu considered this to be a perfect learning experience that would improve the quality of their work in the long-run (While also awarding him the lucrative favor of the ICR). Nakano absolutely dreaded the thought of heading into the massive hellscape that was Tokyo, however she wasn’t about to risk the one job she found somewhat bearable. Plus, at least the pay was good. And so, after some quick packing up, Nakano had to endure the arduous 2 hour trip over to the city. As they drove through streets of Tokyo the mere act of looking out the window was more than enough to both disgust and exhaust Nakano. The blinding light, the eyesoring billboards, the constant sound of debauchery taking place right outside. The whole situation was torturous, much worse than Nakano could’ve ever thought. The hotel they’d be staying in for the night was no better, as it only consisted of two relatively small rooms (A living room and a bedroom with two beds) and a single showerless bathroom. Nakano would be staying in the living room, sleeping on an old futon that was kindly provided by the hotel owner. What a sleepless night this was about to be.
Now that Osamu and Michi were gone Nakano was left pondering on what she could do. Sleeping was out of the question, the constant racket coming from outside would make even closing her eyes a herculean task. She could take the time to count the myriad of stains that covered the floor, walls and furniture, that would surely take up a huge chunk of her night. Surprisingly enough though Nakano finally opted to simply leave the hotel and head out into the streets of Tokyo. Her intentions were to get as plastered as humanly possible in order for the night to be a bit more tolerable. Her search ended up landing her in a tiny rundown bar located within Golden Gai, her choice was based on how much quieter the customers appeared to be compared to other establishments. After Nakano and the barkeep exchanged a plain greeting the girl was ready to order: “One Asahi pint, please.”
(An hour later)
Man, time sure flies when a simple hand gesture is all that you need for a refill to come your way. Nakano was currently finishing up her third pint, her sight firmly placed on the bar counter. To her right a river of people made their way through the tight streets of Golden Gai, their incessant chatter pushing Nakano to continue with her drinking in order to ease her irritation. Never before in her life had she been so far away from her home by herself, the whole experience was absolutely alien to her, and she couldn’t wait for it to be over. At that very moment the idea of sailing into the sea for a whole month seemed much more appealing than enduring another minute within that cityscape, morning couldn’t come soon enough. With the final drops of beer now completely gone Nakano signaled yet again for another refill, her eyes still firmly set on the counter. No response. “Uh hey, can I get a-” As she redirected her gaze towards the barkeeper Nakano was met with a haunting sight that cut her words before they were even able to come out of her mouth. The barkeep, the customers, even the beer that was being poured, they were all frozen in time. What sort of sick prank was this? Had she been drugged? No, those were all much more desirable alternatives at this point. Nakano felt a cold shiver run down her spine as she realized something: The crowd of people behind her, they had gone completely silent. Slowly she began turning around and thus her fears were confirmed, just like the people in the bar those outside all appeared to be petrified mid-motion. It took a whole minute of processing this whole existential nightmare before panic finally took over and Nakano’s body forced her to jump out of her seat and full-speed sprinting through the street. Someone, anybody, please just move an inch. Nakano’s eyes darted from left to right, desperately looking for any signs of normalcy. Adrenaline coursed through her veins, her heart felt like it was ready to burst out of her chest at any moment. And then she spotted it, an unrecognizable figure entering what appeared to be a nearby hotel. “HEY YOU, WAIT UP!” Mustering all the energy she had left Nakano gave chase to the mysterious individual, her body slammed against the door and...
[Insert the Joker speech here :eye1:]
All of Joker’s words entered through one of Nakano’s ears and exited right out of the other, her mind still attempting to get a proper grasp of the whole situation. Wishes? Game? What the hell was she blabbing about? Aaaaaaaand she was gone, great. Though even after Joker’s disappearance Nakano continued to just stand there, still at a loss for words. The one thing that snapped her back to reality was the creaking sound of a door opening behind her. The girl immediately shot a glance behind her, only to be greeted by the dark void in which the hotel seemed to reside. “...What?...” At this point Nakano was on the edge of suffering a full-blown breakdown, though thankfully the chatter from the people around her kept her sanity in check.[Woah look at all the stuff Haruki, Mayumi and Rui had to say]
“That butler is right, surely there MUST be something that will make us understand what the fuck is going on. Hell, maybe we can find that Joker bitch again and extract some proper answers outta her. I am heading this way, should we find anything important then let's meet back up in this room.” Nakano semi-exclaimed before sprinting through the right door, leading her into the living space. This was not the time to panic, maybe if she acted fast enough there might still be a chance for her to safely leave.
Mentions: Rui. Interactions: Everyone in the lobby.
Toivoajarakkaus
* Toi-Voie-Jar-A-Kker-Ar-Us (They/Them)
Genkei Li Aoki
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The House Where No One Lives
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“-And thanks to everyone for joining me this stream! I’ll be seeing y’all soon, and remember, stay fruity!”
As the camera shuts off, air rushed through his lungs as a satisfied sigh, and his arms stretched above his head. For his first 5-hour long stream Genkei would say he did good. More than good considering the sudden burst of viewers. However, celebrating would have to be put on hold to clean up all his shenanigans. And from the sound his belly was making, so too would food be put aside. A warm hoodie was slipped on. A bat plushie knocked away by frightened flailing was set back in its spot. Art project saved, twice, and tablet pen velcroed into place. A fallen "Quiet Room Bear" uncomfortably stuffed back into place on a shelf. A fan's homemade bat wing blanket tossed onto the bed. With his room returned to its normal level of chaos and cellphone in hand, he dialed. It didn't take long to get an answer. His Mom never missed one of his calls.- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
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“-And thanks to everyone for joining me this stream! I’ll be seeing y’all soon, and remember, stay fruity!”
“Why if it isn't my favorite son!”
"I'm your only son... Unless you've finally replaced me with a bunny."
"Nope. No bunnies here. So what's up Key?"
"I just finished my first 5-hour stream."
"That's amazing! I knew you could do it."
"Yeah, but I'm seriously starving. Do you and Ma want to join me for a bite?"
"Heck yeah! We got to celebrate your big milestone Key! Do you want us to swing by to pick you up?"
"Nah, I'll pick you two up, my treat. See you when I get there."
"We'll be waiting. Love you!"
"Lov-"
"Wait! Ma says she loves you too."
"Love you both, bye."
A soft chuckle escaped his lips. His mothers always knew how to brighten up his day. Last week, he had been experiencing a pretty big bout of paranoia. Like something was going to happen. But he couldn't tell if it was good or not. Normal when he had an episode, he'd lock everything that could be locked, hid all his expensive stuff, and head over to his mothers to wait it out. This time Genkei couldn't manage to get the energy even to leave. The only time he had the strength was to triple-check the locks. It scared the daylights out of Mom. Ma kept him company through his bedroom door. But then it disappeared and he bounced right back into being the energetic nerd. Who immediately went "Well, I've been stuck in my apartment for a week. Let's trap myself for one more day." Oh well. He did his typical leaving routine which consisted of making sure everything lockable was locked, twice, grabbing his keys, and checking that his front door was locked, thrice. The hallway outside his apartment was clear for once. Quiet too. So was the street outside. And the cars. And the people..."I'm your only son... Unless you've finally replaced me with a bunny."
"Nope. No bunnies here. So what's up Key?"
"I just finished my first 5-hour stream."
"That's amazing! I knew you could do it."
"Yeah, but I'm seriously starving. Do you and Ma want to join me for a bite?"
"Heck yeah! We got to celebrate your big milestone Key! Do you want us to swing by to pick you up?"
"Nah, I'll pick you two up, my treat. See you when I get there."
"We'll be waiting. Love you!"
"Lov-"
"Wait! Ma says she loves you too."
"Love you both, bye."
"What in the 9 circles of Hell is this????"
If this wasn't the beginning of a horror movie, then Genkei had definitely wasted his life. The black and white splashed across the world like the monochrome of an old tv. The people frozen in place. A pitch-black street of living mannequins. Just midway through his stream, he had been moaning about the noise from cars. But all that was left now was his own fastening breath echoing. The hunger in his stomach had been filled with encompassing pit of fear. Sweating hands clutched at his arms like life preservers...
Genkei could only feel numb as the Joker finished her speech. Choosing to weakly to walk to a side of the lobby and sliding down the wall afterwards. The others’ decision muffled by the sound of his own blood rushing through his ears. However the intent to explore was conveyed quite well. He’ll catch up in a second. When his stomach wasn’t attempting to choke him with dry heaving. Panic attacks, you’ve got to love them.
Refaulted
You're Done!
Matushita Kota
The sharp ring of a bell signaled the arrival of a customer into the nearly abandoned liquor store, which was followed by what seemed to be a very heated conversation from the newcomer. "...working late tonight, I said that already! And I would've brought him with me, but the chief was there and he wouldn't have been happy to see him running around with the two new kids. The last thing I need is to have him around more, breathing down my back while I'm trying to get their training program all set up." With a swift motion, the man grabbed a basket in a single fluid motion, not even breaking his stride as he made his way to the coolers along the back wall, eyeing the bottles within as his mouth morphed into a harsh scowl. He pulled out a two packs of beer and dumped them in the basket, the sound the cans hitting each other piercing the stony silence of the store.
Moving to the aisles, he looked over bottles of shochu and sake, comparing the prices of different ones as he seemingly annoyed the feminine voice coming from the other side of the line. However, at one point, as he was putting a bottle of Tominuhouzan in his basket he perked up. "You want more?! Just because you're inconvenienced? You're out of your damn mind." there was a long pause before he threw his hand up in exasperation. "Chiba, all you have to do is walk him, feed him, and play with him! Other high school kids would lose their minds to have such a simple job, and I'm already paying you more than I probably should!" He walked up to the counter, not looking at the clerk as he stared at the floor, his nostrils flaring and the faintest hint of a vein beginning to pop on his forehead. "You want more pay? Do more than just mess around on your phone and bringing your friends there to gossip and talk behind my back. I'm paying you to take care of that dog, not sit on your ass and think about how to con me for more money...Nothing to say? Alright, then I'll be back in about twenty minutes, so go home."
He shut his phone, sliding it slowly into his pocket as he took a deep breath, and turned to the counter once more to place the basket for the clerk to scan. But the old man who usually ran the shop was nowhere to be found, prompting Kota to lean over and see if the man had collapsed behind the counter or something, but there was nothing. Not even a single clue that the man had been there anytime in the last hour at least. Stepping back, he looked around him to see if there were any other customers there, and once he saw no other soul, he pulled some bills out of his pocket and dropped them on the counter and quietly made his way out of the store.
Once outside, he reached into his pocket and pulled out the metal flask and, after popping the lid on it, took a quick drink in the entrance, feeling a bit better as the sharp flavors washed over his tongue and down his throat. He closed his eyes as he began to feel a bit warmer, but he quickly noticed something. The silence. At this hour, in Tokyo no less, anything less than the sound of taxi's honking at drunk pedestrians was unheard of. But now, as Kota opened his eyes, he saw that the entire world around him was standing still. Citizens frozen in place, in the midst of a hearty laugh or an aggressive gesture. Blinking lights now stood still, drained of all color, replaced by a muted grey.
Kota looked at it all in disbelief, then took a look at his flask, taking a quick sniff of the opening before frowning. "Huh. Didn't think this stuff was that strong."
Pocketing his prized possession, he began to wander, taking a couple moments to investigate. He tried to push a man over, but he didn't even budge, even when Kota put everything into a kick that could bust down most wooden doors. In fact, he almost reeled back in pain as the shock went up his leg, which was followed by a string of curse words that echoed into the quiet night. Once the pain began to subside, he continued to hobble through the streets, taking the occasional sip of whiskey as he went, an action he convinced himself was to deal with the building stress.
Eventually, a hotel came into view, standing out so jarringly against the monochrome world around him, and it felt like it was almost...pulling him in.
[The entirety of the intro post here]
And with that, along with the terrifying view of the vast expanse of nothingness outside the front door, everyone began to disperse, opting to do some exploring or to have mental breakdowns in the lobby. Kota just stood still, eyes squinted as he tried to process the whole situation. This whole setup was straight out of some comic, bringing together a bunch of strangers and locking them in a building they can't escape with the promise of a 'dream come true' if they complete a bunch of tasks. In all honesty, he found it incredibly tacky. The only thing that worried him was if Yasashi was okay, but he guessed he was frozen in time back before he entered the hotel, and would be for the foreseeable future, so at the very least he would be safe.
Kota let out a sigh of relief, then turned as everyone began to split up, with two women made their way through the archway to his right, and one man began to make his way towards the hallway in front of him. He looked down at the basket he was holding, and decided the best plan of action was to locate the kitchen. Beer was better cold, so he wanted to at least throw the six-packs he had in the fridge. He looked in the direction the women went, hearing them talking, and deciding it best to avoid any unsolicited conversations for the moment, he began to saunter in the direction the other man had went, avoiding looking at him so as not to draw his attention. The sooner he was out of here, the sooner he could go home. That was the dream.
The sharp ring of a bell signaled the arrival of a customer into the nearly abandoned liquor store, which was followed by what seemed to be a very heated conversation from the newcomer. "...working late tonight, I said that already! And I would've brought him with me, but the chief was there and he wouldn't have been happy to see him running around with the two new kids. The last thing I need is to have him around more, breathing down my back while I'm trying to get their training program all set up." With a swift motion, the man grabbed a basket in a single fluid motion, not even breaking his stride as he made his way to the coolers along the back wall, eyeing the bottles within as his mouth morphed into a harsh scowl. He pulled out a two packs of beer and dumped them in the basket, the sound the cans hitting each other piercing the stony silence of the store.
Moving to the aisles, he looked over bottles of shochu and sake, comparing the prices of different ones as he seemingly annoyed the feminine voice coming from the other side of the line. However, at one point, as he was putting a bottle of Tominuhouzan in his basket he perked up. "You want more?! Just because you're inconvenienced? You're out of your damn mind." there was a long pause before he threw his hand up in exasperation. "Chiba, all you have to do is walk him, feed him, and play with him! Other high school kids would lose their minds to have such a simple job, and I'm already paying you more than I probably should!" He walked up to the counter, not looking at the clerk as he stared at the floor, his nostrils flaring and the faintest hint of a vein beginning to pop on his forehead. "You want more pay? Do more than just mess around on your phone and bringing your friends there to gossip and talk behind my back. I'm paying you to take care of that dog, not sit on your ass and think about how to con me for more money...Nothing to say? Alright, then I'll be back in about twenty minutes, so go home."
He shut his phone, sliding it slowly into his pocket as he took a deep breath, and turned to the counter once more to place the basket for the clerk to scan. But the old man who usually ran the shop was nowhere to be found, prompting Kota to lean over and see if the man had collapsed behind the counter or something, but there was nothing. Not even a single clue that the man had been there anytime in the last hour at least. Stepping back, he looked around him to see if there were any other customers there, and once he saw no other soul, he pulled some bills out of his pocket and dropped them on the counter and quietly made his way out of the store.
Once outside, he reached into his pocket and pulled out the metal flask and, after popping the lid on it, took a quick drink in the entrance, feeling a bit better as the sharp flavors washed over his tongue and down his throat. He closed his eyes as he began to feel a bit warmer, but he quickly noticed something. The silence. At this hour, in Tokyo no less, anything less than the sound of taxi's honking at drunk pedestrians was unheard of. But now, as Kota opened his eyes, he saw that the entire world around him was standing still. Citizens frozen in place, in the midst of a hearty laugh or an aggressive gesture. Blinking lights now stood still, drained of all color, replaced by a muted grey.
Kota looked at it all in disbelief, then took a look at his flask, taking a quick sniff of the opening before frowning. "Huh. Didn't think this stuff was that strong."
Pocketing his prized possession, he began to wander, taking a couple moments to investigate. He tried to push a man over, but he didn't even budge, even when Kota put everything into a kick that could bust down most wooden doors. In fact, he almost reeled back in pain as the shock went up his leg, which was followed by a string of curse words that echoed into the quiet night. Once the pain began to subside, he continued to hobble through the streets, taking the occasional sip of whiskey as he went, an action he convinced himself was to deal with the building stress.
Eventually, a hotel came into view, standing out so jarringly against the monochrome world around him, and it felt like it was almost...pulling him in.
[The entirety of the intro post here]
And with that, along with the terrifying view of the vast expanse of nothingness outside the front door, everyone began to disperse, opting to do some exploring or to have mental breakdowns in the lobby. Kota just stood still, eyes squinted as he tried to process the whole situation. This whole setup was straight out of some comic, bringing together a bunch of strangers and locking them in a building they can't escape with the promise of a 'dream come true' if they complete a bunch of tasks. In all honesty, he found it incredibly tacky. The only thing that worried him was if Yasashi was okay, but he guessed he was frozen in time back before he entered the hotel, and would be for the foreseeable future, so at the very least he would be safe.
Kota let out a sigh of relief, then turned as everyone began to split up, with two women made their way through the archway to his right, and one man began to make his way towards the hallway in front of him. He looked down at the basket he was holding, and decided the best plan of action was to locate the kitchen. Beer was better cold, so he wanted to at least throw the six-packs he had in the fridge. He looked in the direction the women went, hearing them talking, and deciding it best to avoid any unsolicited conversations for the moment, he began to saunter in the direction the other man had went, avoiding looking at him so as not to draw his attention. The sooner he was out of here, the sooner he could go home. That was the dream.
poi
permanent iishanten
「 とても痛い痛がりたい 」
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MystiicWitch
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”Get back here! You’re under arrest!”
“Go fuck yourself!”
A man with crimson hair in a long sleeve, jeans and boots exploded through the side doors of a warehouse’s second floor, slamming against the railing of a fire escape. With only moments to spare, he clambered up on the railing and leaped to the ledge of the warehouse rooftop above, gripping it precariously and then hauling himself up over the lip with a bit of effort. Seconds later a man in a traditional police uniform burst out of the doorway and into the railing, catching himself just barely instead of tipping over it completely. A second man was already on the rooftop, green punk hair and a few piercings in his ear and nose, more than the two piercings that the crimson haired man had.
“Hurry the hell up, Kon.”
Kon looked at the green haired delinquent in jeans and a Metallica T-shirt, then got to his feet. “And here I thought we were having fun.” The two raced to the other side of the rooftop and then jumped, landing on a second nearby warehouse. Two cops were already on the way over from the first warehouse, running with everything they had, then leaping into the air. Kon and Shu, the guy with the green hair, were already running to the back end of the warehouse, leaping even as the cops regained their balance. The water was not too far of a jump from that height and they both landed in the river with a satisfying splash. As expected, neither cop came down for a swim, and they both resurfaced. “Aww! Come on boys, the water is great!” he called out to the cops just looking down at the two. They did not seem to be making any movements though.
Then he noticed it, everything had been drained of color, or most specifically the colors had been muted. “What the…” Wading in the water, he looked over at Shu who had just been floating there, but now was perfectly still in the water, and yet still floating. The two cops did not move an inch either, still peering down at them from atop the warehouse. “Shu, you good?” No response. He looked up at the two officers. “Yuan! Shiro! You two okay?!” Also, nothing from them either. Just what was going on? The sting was to be perfect. Lead Shu to the warehouse, escape the cops by jumping in the river, get picked up by a river patrol and get answers from Shu while not blowing his cover. Now this. Was this a stress induced breakdown finally? They had said it was possible when deep undercover for too long. Either way, he seemed to be able to move, so he made his way out of the river.
Thirty whole minutes of wandering, of people standing still, of a complete and utter lack of movement until he saw someone go into a hotel down the road. He had seen someone go into the hotel. “Here I thought I was the only motion in this stop motion film.” Quickly he jogged over to this hotel, the only thing with some color in the world, besides the person he saw step inside. He was sure it was a woman, but it could have been a man with long hair. Inside there were others, quite a few people, all gathered round as some woman hushed them in order to speak. No…not hushed them, she broke the silence which had been deafening. She told them of a game, told them not to wander, and how winning would grant them their heart’s desire. What a crock of s—she vanished? Kon looked around searching for anything that would logically explain how she managed to pull that off, but nothing was coming up. She really had vanished. “She could make a killing in Vegas with that act.”
Some of the guests were in favor of exploring their surroundings, others were peering tin to the endless void that rested just outside the hotel, and some were—wait, endless void?! He could barely believe his eyes as he looked out the door from his position on the left wall, staring out into pitch black nothing. Peeling his eyes away with quite a bit of effort, he decided he did not want to stay near the door to the abyss longer than he had to, instead making his own way to explore as well. He did register some guy trying to take charge, but it did not seem many really gave a damn, which was fair considering the circumstances. With a shrug, he began to make his way toward the left archway, since it was as good a place to start as any.
“Go fuck yourself!”
A man with crimson hair in a long sleeve, jeans and boots exploded through the side doors of a warehouse’s second floor, slamming against the railing of a fire escape. With only moments to spare, he clambered up on the railing and leaped to the ledge of the warehouse rooftop above, gripping it precariously and then hauling himself up over the lip with a bit of effort. Seconds later a man in a traditional police uniform burst out of the doorway and into the railing, catching himself just barely instead of tipping over it completely. A second man was already on the rooftop, green punk hair and a few piercings in his ear and nose, more than the two piercings that the crimson haired man had.
“Hurry the hell up, Kon.”
Kon looked at the green haired delinquent in jeans and a Metallica T-shirt, then got to his feet. “And here I thought we were having fun.” The two raced to the other side of the rooftop and then jumped, landing on a second nearby warehouse. Two cops were already on the way over from the first warehouse, running with everything they had, then leaping into the air. Kon and Shu, the guy with the green hair, were already running to the back end of the warehouse, leaping even as the cops regained their balance. The water was not too far of a jump from that height and they both landed in the river with a satisfying splash. As expected, neither cop came down for a swim, and they both resurfaced. “Aww! Come on boys, the water is great!” he called out to the cops just looking down at the two. They did not seem to be making any movements though.
Then he noticed it, everything had been drained of color, or most specifically the colors had been muted. “What the…” Wading in the water, he looked over at Shu who had just been floating there, but now was perfectly still in the water, and yet still floating. The two cops did not move an inch either, still peering down at them from atop the warehouse. “Shu, you good?” No response. He looked up at the two officers. “Yuan! Shiro! You two okay?!” Also, nothing from them either. Just what was going on? The sting was to be perfect. Lead Shu to the warehouse, escape the cops by jumping in the river, get picked up by a river patrol and get answers from Shu while not blowing his cover. Now this. Was this a stress induced breakdown finally? They had said it was possible when deep undercover for too long. Either way, he seemed to be able to move, so he made his way out of the river.
Thirty whole minutes of wandering, of people standing still, of a complete and utter lack of movement until he saw someone go into a hotel down the road. He had seen someone go into the hotel. “Here I thought I was the only motion in this stop motion film.” Quickly he jogged over to this hotel, the only thing with some color in the world, besides the person he saw step inside. He was sure it was a woman, but it could have been a man with long hair. Inside there were others, quite a few people, all gathered round as some woman hushed them in order to speak. No…not hushed them, she broke the silence which had been deafening. She told them of a game, told them not to wander, and how winning would grant them their heart’s desire. What a crock of s—she vanished? Kon looked around searching for anything that would logically explain how she managed to pull that off, but nothing was coming up. She really had vanished. “She could make a killing in Vegas with that act.”
Some of the guests were in favor of exploring their surroundings, others were peering tin to the endless void that rested just outside the hotel, and some were—wait, endless void?! He could barely believe his eyes as he looked out the door from his position on the left wall, staring out into pitch black nothing. Peeling his eyes away with quite a bit of effort, he decided he did not want to stay near the door to the abyss longer than he had to, instead making his own way to explore as well. He did register some guy trying to take charge, but it did not seem many really gave a damn, which was fair considering the circumstances. With a shrug, he began to make his way toward the left archway, since it was as good a place to start as any.
Mention:
Nano
Toivoajarakkaus
* Toi-Voie-Jar-A-Kker-Ar-Us (They/Them)
Genkei Li Aoki
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Breathe whistled through his teeth as he finally felted composed enough not to collapse on the floor and cry. Well. At least composed enough to not eat floor. A gentle brush of his hand across his face wiped any beginning tear trails away. Okay. What did his mom and the long list of horror movies he's watched say to do in this scenario? Of course not specifically, but anyways. Let's compile what Genkei knows currently: - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
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1. The place that they are currently in is separated from other people. That makes finding assistance from the outside impossible and finding an exit out even more so.
2. Whoever this Joker is; a God, a super billionaire with a sadistic side, whatever. She held the cards in this situation. She also claimed to know their deepest desires. Whether that was true or not, Joker must have some knowledge about them. Information she could use against them in these so-called game of hers.
3. Backgrounds didn't matter here. Only two people seemed to know one another. And if this game was requiring them to work together, morals would have to take a sidestep.
4. If everyone didn't learn how to suck it up and work together, there would be consequences. And if it was Joker dishing them out, it could go Danganronpa real quick.
Shaking the image of a pint-size teddy of Joker out of mind, Genkei decided his best course of action would be to check the kitchen. If he could rest assured that Joker wasn't going to try and pit them against each other, then the question would be if she was going to play the long game. She may have not mentioned one, but if they had limited supplies, they'd be on a time limit. With a group this size and even if something happened to one of them, a dark thought for sure, If they ran out of food before they won... It could turn very messy. 2. Whoever this Joker is; a God, a super billionaire with a sadistic side, whatever. She held the cards in this situation. She also claimed to know their deepest desires. Whether that was true or not, Joker must have some knowledge about them. Information she could use against them in these so-called game of hers.
3. Backgrounds didn't matter here. Only two people seemed to know one another. And if this game was requiring them to work together, morals would have to take a sidestep.
4. If everyone didn't learn how to suck it up and work together, there would be consequences. And if it was Joker dishing them out, it could go Danganronpa real quick.
Messy the kitchen was not. It was a Gordan Ramsey's personally playground. There were machines that Key had no clue what they were. Two stoves plus ovens, each with a microwave above it. A large freezer right beside the refrigerator. Sleek, minimal design for cupboards and counters. Genkei opened a cupboard, closed it, and opened it again to see all the seasonings. At least they had options. As long as it wasn't him cooking. He could never figure out how to season anything to taste edible other than through straight salt and pepper. Baking was more of his style. The fresh basil, mint, and parsley growing in the corner of the counters was a cute touch. The last straw was when he opened the pantry.
"An American frat party hyped on drugs and alcohol for a week couldn't make even a dent in this. And I haven't seen the cooler nor the freezer!”
Then It clicked in that he wasn't the only one in the kitchen. His pale skin flushed from the neck up as he hoped the guy who made his way to put his beers in the fridge wouldn't comment on his sudden burst. He apologized in a soft tone, crossing his arms as he found an empty corner of the kitchen preferable to just standing awkwardly in the middle.
Slav
Senior Member
Kei Maeda
Location: Lobby Mentioned: Nobody at the moment
Kei moved his chopsticks back and forth, playing with his noodles as if it were some sort of toy. "Kei, your mother made food for you. You don't want to leave for America on an empty stomach." Kei's eyes slowly settled onto his father who seemed to be eating enough noodles for two people. "I'm saving my appetite for the peanuts on the airplane, I heard they are good." Kei said telling a blatant lie. He was allergic to peanuts. "No wonder why you're so skinny, you barely eat anything." Kei's mother said, causing Kei to sigh. He filled himself with plenty of junk throughout the day, the concept of a meal has begun to become more foreign to him as his studying time slowly started to take more time of his day.
Kei collected a few strands of noodles with his chopsticks, slurping it up. The noodles were too bland for his liking but food was food and he really couldn't complain. He was so focused on his food, he almost forgot the presence of his parents. His eyes looked up from the bowl and onto his parents, his chop sticks falling from his hands as he saw the state that his parents were in. "Mom....Dad..." They seemed to be frozen in place like they were stuck in ice. He snapped his fingers in front of his dad's face, giving him a light poke in the face. Is everybody else like this? What sort of event could cause this unearthly phenomenon to occur? All this information was too hard to process. He had a plethora of questions that he wanted answers to but nobody was there to provide it to him.
The world seemed duller around him as he looked around his house to see if everything was acting the same. Feel like I'm walking on the set of the Schindler's List. Everything seems so lifeless. Kei stopped in front of a clock, both its hands stopped. How does time just stop like this or is time moving so slow that it appears that it has stopped? Einstein did say time was relative. Kei had so many thoughts flowing through his mind that he was beginning to get an headache. He stepped out the front door and the same scene continued outside. All things seemed to be frozen in place as if Mr. Freeze had payed them a visit.
What do I do now? If everybody is frozen like this, my trip to America won't be happening. Kei felt small sense of relief since the trip had been causing him an unnecessary amount of anxiety. He glanced down both streets, wondering if he should attempt to find anybody or see if he's the only person left unfrozen. His thumb found his way into his mouth as he began lightly gnawing on it. I can't be the only one unfrozen. I am not the only one who was spared from this event. He decided to begin walking down the street, his gaze scanning for any movement. The thought of being the only freely walking person was scary to Kei. He was used to being alone but to be the only person to not be stuck like glue was a different kind of loneliness, one that he feared.
Kei walked for twenty minutes with no results, every object and person looking the exact same. That was until a bunch of colors jumped out at him like he was wearing 3D glasses. It was the only place that had any bright color, almost blindingly bright. I've never heard of Mono palace... it seems almost out of place. The building appeared to be a hotel of some sorts, one that he was unfamiliar with. He felt like a moth trying to reach a lantern as he walked to the hotel, feeling dragged in. He took a deep breath as he reached the door, slowly swinging it forward to reveal the lobby and luckily, it seemed that he was not alone.
All the faces that appeared around him were entirely foreign. They were all complete strangers and Kei didn't feel a strong urge to talk to them. He sat down quietly, gnawing on his thumb as he was slowly processing the situation before him. From that moment, he knew today was going to be one hell of a day, a never-ending one. A woman in a sleek suit caught Kei's eye, being dressed rather different from all those present. The aura she gave off was one that sent a chill down Kei's spine. He didn't know what she was going to say but he knew it was something that he should pay attention to given the situation.
[Insert whatever the "Joker" says, she's not funny]
Collect playing cards? Is this a joke? Are we really participating in this game? Kei thoughts were everywhere again after she dropped a few bombs on them. Did he have any choice to begin with? Given the situation, it's best to play along for now, even if they have no clue what their current goal is. Kei's eyes remained staring into the distance as if he were watching something spectacular. He was in his own space now and the only thing keeping him attached to reality was the gnawing he did on his thumb. He heard voices around him, some panicking, others trying to take control of the situation. The thing they needed to realize was that they have no control over the situation, everything was determined by that Joker character. She was acting as their god right now and she certainly wasn't a benevolent one. "We're all just chess pieces waiting to be played." Kei said, talking to himself. He felt the presence of others around him but paid them no heed. They didn't have any answers to his questions that he wanted answered.
Jenzo
I'm lost
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Britt-21
Omniverse Explorer
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Slav
/ Anyone in Lobby | Location: Lobby
"Can I have this one too?" Yui asked as she pointed to a pastry behind some glass. The staff behind the counter nodded and began to retrieve the sweet from the tray and put it into a medium box with a few others that she had picked out previously. After being asked if she would like a few more, she nodded eagerly "Of course! I want to make sure that box is filled!" she said happily with a smile as she picked out a tart, a cake, and some kind of doughy-lookin-thing with powdered sugar on it. Pulling out her small wallet, she paid for the pastries while the box got wrapped up with string to prevent it from opening, making it easy for carrying "Thank you so much!" after being handed the box, she walked over toward the exit, excited to eat what she had gotten from her favorite bakery These wont even last a day in my house! But that's okay, they're all mine anyway. as she giggled, she stepped out, the bell on the door ringing. Though at the same time she had heard it, time seemed to...slow down? Pausing her movement, she noticed that everyone and everything around her wasn't slowed, but rather frozen.
The smile on her face slowly vanished as her eyebrows began to furrow in confusion. What was going on? Walking up to a person, she waved her hand in front of them, but getting no response "Time's frozen...Obviously..." she muttered to herself, looking around some more as if expecting something to change. "Hello!?" she shouted, hoping to find someone else who wasn't frozen like herself, though never got a response. Her legs continued to move her forward, but the further she walked, the more it felt like she was going deeper into this problem "Why am I the only one who's not frozen?" her thoughts became verbal as her pace began to increase "Am I immune to the reaction?" at this point, the pinkish-haired female was running, continuing to ask herself questions in hopes she could answer them. Alas, she could not. They were questions that got lost within the void she stood in.
It didn't take her long to stumble upon a building that had vibrant colors, one that could catch anyone's attention from a mile away. The sign read "Mono Palace". Mono Palace? whipping her head around at her surroundings, she was wondering where this place was located. Never in her life had she seen this building, if she had, there was no way she could forget the pretty colorful lights. With a sigh, she decided to go inside. Why? It didn't look frozen like everything else did. So upon stepping inside, she spotted others standing about, but moving. They're all moving too! So I wasn't the only one! excitement and happiness swelled within her before a few more people entered the room before the doors slammed shut. Causing the female to jump slightly and look at those doors for a brief moment before a voice had spoke up.
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Our Host for this place is Joker... Apparently everyone here has something they want, which was why we were brought here. the only thing she knew that she wanted desperately, was her little brother back. Something perfectly reasonable to want, right? But we're forced into playing some kind of game? The prize being whatever wish someone wanted. Though in order to do that as well, we have to collect cards in an average playing deck by...Doing Missions? her mind was still processing, trying to comprehend everything that was not only dumped on her, but all the others within the room too. It seemed others were already beginning to split up and go different directions while she remained standing in the lobby with her box of pastries still in her hand. Right about now, she could inhale those sweets, but she refrained. Knowing if she ate them now, she would only want more and the chances of her leaving were about 0%....Yui found this out after trying to open the doors just moments ago.
"We're all just chess pieces waiting to be played." her eyes shifted over and then down to a male who was sitting on the floor with his thumb between his teeth "Then maybe we should take charge of the game." she responded as she drew in a deep breath and put her hand on her hip "I don't know about you guys, but I'm sure these missions and stuff aren't all bad! All we have to do is find some cards and get our wish or whatever!" with a shrug, she offered a smile and asked a completely out of the blue question "Anyone want a pastry?" might as well get on the right foot with everyone before enemies began to form between people.
Slav
/ Anyone in Lobby | Location: Lobby "Can I have this one too?" Yui asked as she pointed to a pastry behind some glass. The staff behind the counter nodded and began to retrieve the sweet from the tray and put it into a medium box with a few others that she had picked out previously. After being asked if she would like a few more, she nodded eagerly "Of course! I want to make sure that box is filled!" she said happily with a smile as she picked out a tart, a cake, and some kind of doughy-lookin-thing with powdered sugar on it. Pulling out her small wallet, she paid for the pastries while the box got wrapped up with string to prevent it from opening, making it easy for carrying "Thank you so much!" after being handed the box, she walked over toward the exit, excited to eat what she had gotten from her favorite bakery These wont even last a day in my house! But that's okay, they're all mine anyway. as she giggled, she stepped out, the bell on the door ringing. Though at the same time she had heard it, time seemed to...slow down? Pausing her movement, she noticed that everyone and everything around her wasn't slowed, but rather frozen.
The smile on her face slowly vanished as her eyebrows began to furrow in confusion. What was going on? Walking up to a person, she waved her hand in front of them, but getting no response "Time's frozen...Obviously..." she muttered to herself, looking around some more as if expecting something to change. "Hello!?" she shouted, hoping to find someone else who wasn't frozen like herself, though never got a response. Her legs continued to move her forward, but the further she walked, the more it felt like she was going deeper into this problem "Why am I the only one who's not frozen?" her thoughts became verbal as her pace began to increase "Am I immune to the reaction?" at this point, the pinkish-haired female was running, continuing to ask herself questions in hopes she could answer them. Alas, she could not. They were questions that got lost within the void she stood in.
It didn't take her long to stumble upon a building that had vibrant colors, one that could catch anyone's attention from a mile away. The sign read "Mono Palace". Mono Palace? whipping her head around at her surroundings, she was wondering where this place was located. Never in her life had she seen this building, if she had, there was no way she could forget the pretty colorful lights. With a sigh, she decided to go inside. Why? It didn't look frozen like everything else did. So upon stepping inside, she spotted others standing about, but moving. They're all moving too! So I wasn't the only one! excitement and happiness swelled within her before a few more people entered the room before the doors slammed shut. Causing the female to jump slightly and look at those doors for a brief moment before a voice had spoke up.
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Our Host for this place is Joker... Apparently everyone here has something they want, which was why we were brought here. the only thing she knew that she wanted desperately, was her little brother back. Something perfectly reasonable to want, right? But we're forced into playing some kind of game? The prize being whatever wish someone wanted. Though in order to do that as well, we have to collect cards in an average playing deck by...Doing Missions? her mind was still processing, trying to comprehend everything that was not only dumped on her, but all the others within the room too. It seemed others were already beginning to split up and go different directions while she remained standing in the lobby with her box of pastries still in her hand. Right about now, she could inhale those sweets, but she refrained. Knowing if she ate them now, she would only want more and the chances of her leaving were about 0%....Yui found this out after trying to open the doors just moments ago.
"We're all just chess pieces waiting to be played." her eyes shifted over and then down to a male who was sitting on the floor with his thumb between his teeth "Then maybe we should take charge of the game." she responded as she drew in a deep breath and put her hand on her hip "I don't know about you guys, but I'm sure these missions and stuff aren't all bad! All we have to do is find some cards and get our wish or whatever!" with a shrug, she offered a smile and asked a completely out of the blue question "Anyone want a pastry?" might as well get on the right foot with everyone before enemies began to form between people.
Servant
Ashigara's Lightning
Seika, Nakano.
Finally, some well deserved peace and quiet. While originally the presence of the other participants was able to spring Nakano back from a potential mental breakdown it was only a matter of time before the panic some of them showcased would’ve gotten to her. So, what now? Idly standing by would surely do nothing but worsen the situation, but what was there to find? Unless they found themselves trapped in a 90’s point and click game then there was no way clues would just be scattered around and about. Though it seems that there was someone else with a similar train of thought:
"What do you intend to look for? We don't even know where we are, and it's not too likely that someone like that Joker woman would have left anything for us to find unless it has to do with her personal plans for us. However easy it might be to panic and desperately grab for clues, I doubt that having a fit will help any of us get out. Of course, we can look and see if there is anything that would provide us some sort of context, but, as I mentioned, I doubt anything of the sort would have been left within our reach."
“Why are you asking me, weren’t you the one who said we should explore?” Nakano’s tone overflowed with irritated sarcasm, did she look like Sherlock Holmes? Despite how apparently hopeless the situation seemed, looking around seemed like a much better alternative compared to just sitting on the floor and crying for one's mom to come pick them up. Nakano stared at the confrontational girl that stood before her, the superficial read she got off of her was immediately off-putting. Office worker with a superiority complex, that’s who Nakano assumed she was dealing with. “Hell if I know though, but looking for ANYTHING sure beats sitting around with a thumb up your ass, waiting for things to solve themselves.” She let out an exasperated sigh, her years as a tour guide sure didn’t help her when it came to dealing with people like modern day princess over here. “I have a hunch though, if you think your heels won’t drag you down then follow me.” With those final words Nakano headed straight for her next destination: The garden.
Stepping over to the adjacent room, what first surprised Nakano was the quality of the soil. It didn’t take an expert to realize that not only was it as natural as it got, but also the fact that it seemed more than capable of handling the growth of a variety of fruits and vegetables. But how? Soil like this doesn’t just pop up out of nowhere, it requires proper light and rain. So that must mean...Looking up Nakano was left in a perplexed state at the sight of the open sky expanding before her. Somehow it ended up feeling much more bizarre than the previously witnessed void. Still, after Joker’s spiel about the game this simply seemed too good to be true. And so it was time to test it out, launching some of her loose change as a projectile Nakano witnessed the coins simply smacked away from what appeared to be an invisible roof. “Yeah, it just wouldn’t be that simple.”
Interactions: Haruki.
Finally, some well deserved peace and quiet. While originally the presence of the other participants was able to spring Nakano back from a potential mental breakdown it was only a matter of time before the panic some of them showcased would’ve gotten to her. So, what now? Idly standing by would surely do nothing but worsen the situation, but what was there to find? Unless they found themselves trapped in a 90’s point and click game then there was no way clues would just be scattered around and about. Though it seems that there was someone else with a similar train of thought:
"What do you intend to look for? We don't even know where we are, and it's not too likely that someone like that Joker woman would have left anything for us to find unless it has to do with her personal plans for us. However easy it might be to panic and desperately grab for clues, I doubt that having a fit will help any of us get out. Of course, we can look and see if there is anything that would provide us some sort of context, but, as I mentioned, I doubt anything of the sort would have been left within our reach."
“Why are you asking me, weren’t you the one who said we should explore?” Nakano’s tone overflowed with irritated sarcasm, did she look like Sherlock Holmes? Despite how apparently hopeless the situation seemed, looking around seemed like a much better alternative compared to just sitting on the floor and crying for one's mom to come pick them up. Nakano stared at the confrontational girl that stood before her, the superficial read she got off of her was immediately off-putting. Office worker with a superiority complex, that’s who Nakano assumed she was dealing with. “Hell if I know though, but looking for ANYTHING sure beats sitting around with a thumb up your ass, waiting for things to solve themselves.” She let out an exasperated sigh, her years as a tour guide sure didn’t help her when it came to dealing with people like modern day princess over here. “I have a hunch though, if you think your heels won’t drag you down then follow me.” With those final words Nakano headed straight for her next destination: The garden.Stepping over to the adjacent room, what first surprised Nakano was the quality of the soil. It didn’t take an expert to realize that not only was it as natural as it got, but also the fact that it seemed more than capable of handling the growth of a variety of fruits and vegetables. But how? Soil like this doesn’t just pop up out of nowhere, it requires proper light and rain. So that must mean...Looking up Nakano was left in a perplexed state at the sight of the open sky expanding before her. Somehow it ended up feeling much more bizarre than the previously witnessed void. Still, after Joker’s spiel about the game this simply seemed too good to be true. And so it was time to test it out, launching some of her loose change as a projectile Nakano witnessed the coins simply smacked away from what appeared to be an invisible roof. “Yeah, it just wouldn’t be that simple.”
Interactions: Haruki.
Daan
amor vincit omnia ༊*·˚
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Slav
Senior Member
Chad Mcchadster
The End
Servant
Ashigara's Lightning
Sir this is Fail RP, I've already reported you to the RP police.
Slav
Senior Member
I like living on the edge.
