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estoria2015-08-02 12:44 pm
sunshrouded) wrote in estoria2015-08-02 12:44 pm
[OPEN] did you miss me?
Who: Tenka aka "Dad Extraordinaire" (sunshrouded) & ALL OF Y'ALL TBH
When: Sliiiiightly forward-dated to 2/15, so right after the Nexus Code event!
Where: assorted... Kumounji House & entertainment district mostly!
What: Guess who's back (back again), Tenka's back. Tell a friend. -- also he fulfill his dream of becoming a Sidequest Dispenser.
Rating/Warning: just your usual brand of tenka idiocy, maybe some tears, probably some punching
[a. closed to kumounji house residents ; farts back into existence]
[Tenka doesn't have a calendar in his room.
Why would he?
But what he does have, when he materializes in his futon, wearing the same robe that he went to bed with, is a vague feeling of dread. He went through a weird sequence of dreams, he thinks. Sitting through that powerpoint again and then -- after that there was a weird space where he could walk through entire buildings. Where he started to feel... intangible again. It was remniscent enough of the time that he lost his body that he felt chills.
Yet his preoccupation with himself was short. After all, Shirasu was there.
Shirasu was there and wasn't there all at once -- he was in that space, unresponsive even as Tenka yelled at him and tried to punch him. But there was no returning punch, no weary purple eyes, not even a motion of acknowledgment. He was well and truly there and.... not.
So Tenka is tired as he walks out into the living room then, settling himself at their low table and slumping over it, just as he would've three weeks ago.
His first word upon his return:]
Teeeeaaaaaaaa.
[ . . . . . well?]
[b. semi-open to adoptees & others ; emerges from the void for noogies]
[Most people just knock or ring a doorbell. Maybe knock three times in small bursts if they're feeling antsy. But here's Tenka, banging on the door instead, complete with yelling:]
Heeeeyyyyy!! Is anyone in there?! Hellooooo?
[At least it's a voice you probably haven't heard in a while.
Someone clued him in that he's been gone for 3 weeks. So he's got about 3 weeks of visits to make up for, he thinks.
(Punch him.)]
[c. OPEN ; tell me what you see ]
[If nothing else, you might've seen this guy's face around. Yet he appears to no longer be Missing and is instead sitting on a bench somewhere. He seems to be puzzling over something very, very deeply. Feel free to bug him if you know him when he's still in the middle of his work of art (which consists of nothing more than a few brush strokes).
Because otherwise he's going to sit up suddenly and thrust out the page to you. It's definitely the kanji for 'lake'. But here's time for messing with the language mechanism and/or an impromptu Rorschach test:]
What does this look like to you?
[What a quack.]
[d. OPEN ; quest master tenka, disaster in the making]
Hey, you!!
[Doesn't that sound like a promising start to a conversation....
Alas, escape is futile as Tenka completely messes up the rhythm of the closest person's day as he steps in front of them and offers them the sunniest grin. (Don't trust it.)]
You look like you've got some free time. Think you can help a guy out with something?
[Sidequest: start!]
[e. choose your own adventure, hit me with anything, i can take it! ]
sunshrouded) & ALL OF Y'ALL TBHWhen: Sliiiiightly forward-dated to 2/15, so right after the Nexus Code event!
Where: assorted... Kumounji House & entertainment district mostly!
What: Guess who's back (back again), Tenka's back. Tell a friend. -- also he fulfill his dream of becoming a Sidequest Dispenser.
Rating/Warning: just your usual brand of tenka idiocy, maybe some tears, probably some punching
[a. closed to kumounji house residents ; farts back into existence]
[Tenka doesn't have a calendar in his room.
Why would he?
But what he does have, when he materializes in his futon, wearing the same robe that he went to bed with, is a vague feeling of dread. He went through a weird sequence of dreams, he thinks. Sitting through that powerpoint again and then -- after that there was a weird space where he could walk through entire buildings. Where he started to feel... intangible again. It was remniscent enough of the time that he lost his body that he felt chills.
Yet his preoccupation with himself was short. After all, Shirasu was there.
Shirasu was there and wasn't there all at once -- he was in that space, unresponsive even as Tenka yelled at him and tried to punch him. But there was no returning punch, no weary purple eyes, not even a motion of acknowledgment. He was well and truly there and.... not.
So Tenka is tired as he walks out into the living room then, settling himself at their low table and slumping over it, just as he would've three weeks ago.
His first word upon his return:]
Teeeeaaaaaaaa.
[ . . . . . well?]
[b. semi-open to adoptees & others ; emerges from the void for noogies]
[Most people just knock or ring a doorbell. Maybe knock three times in small bursts if they're feeling antsy. But here's Tenka, banging on the door instead, complete with yelling:]
Heeeeyyyyy!! Is anyone in there?! Hellooooo?
[At least it's a voice you probably haven't heard in a while.
Someone clued him in that he's been gone for 3 weeks. So he's got about 3 weeks of visits to make up for, he thinks.
(Punch him.)]
[c. OPEN ; tell me what you see ]
[If nothing else, you might've seen this guy's face around. Yet he appears to no longer be Missing and is instead sitting on a bench somewhere. He seems to be puzzling over something very, very deeply. Feel free to bug him if you know him when he's still in the middle of his work of art (which consists of nothing more than a few brush strokes).
Because otherwise he's going to sit up suddenly and thrust out the page to you. It's definitely the kanji for 'lake'. But here's time for messing with the language mechanism and/or an impromptu Rorschach test:]
What does this look like to you?
[What a quack.]
[d. OPEN ; quest master tenka, disaster in the making]
Hey, you!!
[Doesn't that sound like a promising start to a conversation....
Alas, escape is futile as Tenka completely messes up the rhythm of the closest person's day as he steps in front of them and offers them the sunniest grin. (Don't trust it.)]
You look like you've got some free time. Think you can help a guy out with something?
[Sidequest: start!]
[e. choose your own adventure, hit me with anything, i can take it! ]
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[Considering that this is a very short conversation? No.]
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[An easy-going shrug.]
From what I hear, this place has been chaos lately. A place to get away from all this technology nonsense.... it's not a bad idea, don't you think?
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...You know what? That's not a bad idea at all! Now you're speaking my language. The last thing I'd want is to have to figure out even more technology!
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Right?! This place has way too much of it. Can't even go to the bathroom without having to deal with machines -- what ever happened to good old ways of doing things?
S'why I don't think I can stand to work at the same bar I'm at right now, between you and me.
[also because he gets tired of tossing people out
and also because he doesn't like calling someone else 'boss']
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Well when it comes to bathrooms, I'd rather not travel too far back in time... but other than that]
I get it. I do. All those flashing lights, and the kids just want to keep talking on their Crevices - it's just too much.
So. Your solution's going to be your own bar.
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You ever been to Japan, my friend? It'll be some of that. Tatami mats, screens, candles in lanterns if I can make sure it won't burn the place down.
And then some of the new, Western stuff! I wanna borrow a little bit from this place, but not the tech. As far as I'm concerned, I won't need any of that to keep the place running.
[So he might've actually put some thought into this.]
Whaddya think?
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But I think you have a good idea in mind! Something that mixes the two... Sounds like a place I'd find back home!
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Really, you too, buddy?
What's your home like?
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[Welcome to Japanifornia, Tenka.]
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A Japanese-American population? That's a thing? People migrate all the way to the West? You even have villages?
[ He's a little in love with the idea of the future. ]
Ah -- I'm from way back in the past from you, it sounds like. Don't know what Los Angeles is. We're just letting foreign influences into Japan, that sort of thing. It's amazing!
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[But he does give Tenka an impressed look.]
Wow... It does sound like you're from way, way, way back! May I ask what year it is for you? I'm from the year 2027...
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2027....!!
[And then he just.... laughs. He laughs brightly and sounds utterly pleased. So that's the progress made by 2027, huh?]
Well, I call it Meiji 11. But convert it to the Western calendar like you guys apparently do, and I'm in 1878.... [And he whistles low.] That's over a hundred years....
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Whoa! You could easily be my great-grandpa!
...Except that I'm pretty sure his last name was Naruhodo.
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[only samurai had last names back then....]
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[Don't question the world of Japanifornia!!]