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Who: Touka Kirishima (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
ukakus) & you!
When: IC: 02/11 - 02/13 / OOC: 07/29 - 08/01
Where: Shopping district, Metro-rail Station, a coffee shop, and generally around.
What: Touka is having trouble seeing anything or anyone that reminds her of the coffee shop she used to work at, back in her world. Things get complicated.........
Rating/Warning: None???
02/11: ADVENTURES IN THE LAND OF (MISSING) GROCERIES.
[The first day starts out pretty normally, for the most part. She can see people just fine, the tools she uses at her job are visible, and there's no indication that CERES has done something to screw them over yet again. By the time her shift at the coffee shop is over, there is no reason for her to suspect that something is wrong. Too bad that sense of normalcy doesn't really last.
The effects start kicking in during the late evening, when she's browsing a store that sells groceries, household items, and things that are necessary for day-to-day life. Her shopping basket is filled with water bottles and hygienic products, which are fine on their own, but she's running low on coffee. So, naturally, she turns to the aisle that stocks coffee blends and other related foodstuffs — and finds it empty.]
... What the hell? Did they sell everything out?
[Yeah. She's more shocked than annoyed at the moment. Mostly, she's wondering how the heck they managed to run out of everything without restocking. Like, this is just ridiculous to her.
Of course, the aisle is actually pretty well stocked, with no missing products. The thing is, that she can't see it, and she's not privy to that fact. Whoops.]
02/12: DID NOT SEE THAT COMING. LITERALLY.
[By now, she's aware that there's something seriously wrong with her sight. Her sense of touch is fine, as is her sense of smell, so it's not hard to notice that she can't see things that are there according to her other senses. Unfortunately for her, knowing that isn't the same as being constantly aware of it, and... there are some hiccups along the way.
Like, say, when she accidentally knocks your character's cup of coffee over smack-dab in the middle of the metro-rail station.]
—Shit. [HISSING THAT SO QUICKLY, and turning around to face the poor unfortunate soul she may or may not have nearly bowled over just now. It's possible that she may have instead knocked it over with her elbow, while weaving through the stalls, booths and vending machines in the station, but the end result is the same. There's something liquid on the floor, and she can't actually tell what it is. She looks annoyed, flustered, and so done with this, all at once.]
I'm sorry. I'll — buy you another one, or whatever.
[ALTERNATIVELY, AN OPTION B: You may find her crouched down in front of one of the vending machines, holding a can of black coffee in her hand. She obviously knows it's there by touch, but her eyes don't quite meet the can. It's like she's looking right through it.
Which she is, and she's totally making some aggravated, tired sound in the back of her throat. She shouldn't have expected vending machine coffee to be any different.
... And she really should move, unless she's planning to make a queue in front of that particular vending machine.]
02/13: HOW SPOOKY.
[Going to work, despite knowing that she can't see anything coffee related? A very bad idea, but she figures she should be fine as long as it's just the little details that she can't see.
She is so, so, so wrong.
As soon as she steps into the coffee shop, she notices several things. For starters, she can't see any of the furniture. All the tables, chairs, and counters are gone. The equipment used to serve the drinks, sandwiches and pastries are gone, as well, and all she can really see are the doors and walls. The customers and employees are all visible, luckily, but. Uh. Anyone who is currently sitting down seems to be floating, according to her own perception of things. Great.
Here are several things that Touka will be doing. Pick your poison: 02/11 - 02/13: CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE.
[If you have another scenario you want to try out, go for it! Toss your own event affected to character at her, bother her in other locations around Cerealia (barring the pleasure district, oops), or literally bump into her. Alternatively, if your character has a strong physical resemblance with any of her co-workers (or, wears a similar uniform), she might have trouble seeing them as the days roll on by. By 02/13, they should be invisible to her. Have fun playing Casper, if this option appeals to you.]
ukakus) & you!When: IC: 02/11 - 02/13 / OOC: 07/29 - 08/01
Where: Shopping district, Metro-rail Station, a coffee shop, and generally around.
What: Touka is having trouble seeing anything or anyone that reminds her of the coffee shop she used to work at, back in her world. Things get complicated.........
Rating/Warning: None???
02/11: ADVENTURES IN THE LAND OF (MISSING) GROCERIES.
The effects start kicking in during the late evening, when she's browsing a store that sells groceries, household items, and things that are necessary for day-to-day life. Her shopping basket is filled with water bottles and hygienic products, which are fine on their own, but she's running low on coffee. So, naturally, she turns to the aisle that stocks coffee blends and other related foodstuffs — and finds it empty.]
... What the hell? Did they sell everything out?
[Yeah. She's more shocked than annoyed at the moment. Mostly, she's wondering how the heck they managed to run out of everything without restocking. Like, this is just ridiculous to her.
Of course, the aisle is actually pretty well stocked, with no missing products. The thing is, that she can't see it, and she's not privy to that fact. Whoops.]
02/12: DID NOT SEE THAT COMING. LITERALLY.
Like, say, when she accidentally knocks your character's cup of coffee over smack-dab in the middle of the metro-rail station.]
—Shit. [HISSING THAT SO QUICKLY, and turning around to face the poor unfortunate soul she may or may not have nearly bowled over just now. It's possible that she may have instead knocked it over with her elbow, while weaving through the stalls, booths and vending machines in the station, but the end result is the same. There's something liquid on the floor, and she can't actually tell what it is. She looks annoyed, flustered, and so done with this, all at once.]
I'm sorry. I'll — buy you another one, or whatever.
[ALTERNATIVELY, AN OPTION B: You may find her crouched down in front of one of the vending machines, holding a can of black coffee in her hand. She obviously knows it's there by touch, but her eyes don't quite meet the can. It's like she's looking right through it.
Which she is, and she's totally making some aggravated, tired sound in the back of her throat. She shouldn't have expected vending machine coffee to be any different.
... And she really should move, unless she's planning to make a queue in front of that particular vending machine.]
02/13: HOW SPOOKY.
She is so, so, so wrong.
As soon as she steps into the coffee shop, she notices several things. For starters, she can't see any of the furniture. All the tables, chairs, and counters are gone. The equipment used to serve the drinks, sandwiches and pastries are gone, as well, and all she can really see are the doors and walls. The customers and employees are all visible, luckily, but. Uh. Anyone who is currently sitting down seems to be floating, according to her own perception of things. Great.
Here are several things that Touka will be doing. Pick your poison:
A) Should you be a customer, she'll be approaching you with a notepad and a pencil. There is nothing odd about this picture, except that when you tell her your order, she'll be taking a second or two to feel the notepad in her hand before carefully scribbling the order down. Apparently, she can't see the lines, because anything she writes will be going all over the place. It's like the tour all over again. Help.Fill that order and make it fast.
B) Co-workers, brace yourself. There is going to be one (1) 5'1" teenager chucking her notepad your way, looking more or less like she's about to stab someone with the pencil still held in her hand.]
[Because, apparently? She can't do it herself. Any protests or comments on her awful handwriting will be met with a glare. Hurry up, bucko.
C) FINALLY, here's the third and best option (for her). Because not being able to see anything is a major roadblock, she's just going to, you know. Take her apron off, toss her work equipment on the counter, and walk right out of the shop — and probably into your character, who was just reaching for the door or checking out the display. How cliche.]
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She nods.]
Is it... your hearing again? [And she's tapping her own ear as she says this, before gesturing towards him with a questioning look.
Is CERES likes recycling tricks??? Because if so, that's gross.]
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[He'll be straightforward and clear, at least, if nothing else.]
The situation is not the same, but it is always my hearing that is affected in some way. That much...will likely be true of you and your sight, as well.
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... Damn it. I bet those sick bastards get a kick out of messing with us like this.
[She's a little pissed, so she's forgetting about his hearing problems for a moment here. Well, not like he's missing out on much, with her language and all.]
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Sort of.
A sigh, faint.]
Regardless, that is the situation as it currently stands. I don't believe this is enough to be dismissed as a coincidence.
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She scoffs.]
Is anything here ever a coincidence?
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[... but even so...]
We do not have enough pieces to figure out the pattern of why this is happening.
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[And the lack of information, while expected in their situation, is still frustrating.]
But those CERES bastards will never allow us figure it out, unless we do something ourselves.
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[He doesn't sound too bothered by the prospect of them having to do it themselves, at least.]
In which case we have little time to spare milling about. The situation could change again without warning at any time.
[Which will just make their lives harder.]
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It could make things more troublesome for us in the future, if we don't do it right.
[She has plenty of experience charging in and ruining things for everyone, thank you very much.]