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Nᴀʀᴜᴋᴀᴍɪ Yᴜ. ([personal profile] covenantal) wrote in [community profile] estoria2016-08-29 07:03 pm

it's been a long day without you my friend [OPEN]

Who: [personal profile] covenantal & you!
When: IC 9/13 to 9/20, OOC 8/29 to 9/05 (the duration of event 33!)
Where: Pinesona apartment and elsewhere.
What: Relying on others is hard. Relying on others is necessary when your left arm and leg stop working, though. With bonus memory loss!
Rating/Warning: None right now.



[ i. closed to the pinesona apartment ]
[ Ever since the shutdown of the city's robots - and the uprising of all their appliances - Yu has been on a mission to replace as much as he can. It's taken a lot of scouring of the city, but he managed to find things like another refrigerator and microwave. Replacing their stove was probably the hardest thing, but more than anything, wanting to get the apartment in some semblance of working order so he could cook again had been high on his list of priorities.

So sue him, he finds all the cooking he does soothing, even if it's the most domestic.

He's in the kitchen the evening of the 13th, not yet realizing anything is amiss. Puttering around and deciding what to make so that everyone can pick at it at their leisure as they get in is leading him to decide on maybe oyakodon or gyudon, either one would be simple and the twins would probably like it--

--but as he goes to take a step, his leg just ... doesn't work.

With a yelp and a pretty loud crash he falls to the floor, where he stays for a moment in a painful heap. When he instinctively tries to push himself up, his arm won't respond, either. Struck dumb by confusion and a slow creeping sense of dread, Yu stares at the arm that won't move and gasps: ]


What?

[ Throughout the rest of the week smaller scale incidents of this nature will happen. His roommates can find him sometimes sitting in the middle of the living room floor, or pressed up against a piece of furniture or a wall leaning heavily on his right leg. The paralysis comes and goes seemingly at random, and probably despite all wisdom, he keeps pushing himself to do things anyway despite knowing he might get stranded somewhere. He could use a hand ... or a stern talking to. ]

[ ii. open ]

[ More than anything, it's a sort of stubbornness that keeps pushing him out the door.

The idea of being incapable is so foreign to him. Not being able to help himself, much less other people, makes the hollows of his chest feel shivery in ways he doesn't want to acknowledge. It's alien and unnerving and not right.

So he can still be found running errands around the Residential and Shopping districts, though it's in these places that you'll also find him .... stopped. Leaning against a wall, or awkwardly splayed on a bench, looking like he fell onto it more than sat on it. Each time he'll be thin-lipped and tapping slowly at his CereVice with one hand, his left hand strangely limp or tucked away in his pocket. Definitely at least once his leg gives out on him again, and though he falls, it's not as hard or bad as the first time. He'll tumble somehow into a sitting position, looking almost like he meant to do that (in the middle of a sidewalk?), though with a terribly annoyed expression on his face.

Should he not see you as these moments happen, he can be overheard mumbling this is ridiculous or a similar sentiment. However, should he accidentally, say, crash into you (what were you doing there, anyway?), he'll start apologizing profusely. ]


[ iii. wild card ]

(ooc: if you'd like to plan something else hit me up via pm or at [plurk.com profile] izanagis!

[personal profile] truedetective 2016-09-14 05:21 am (UTC)(link)
[For someone who's normally so good at working out what's inside her head, Naoto seems to be taking this with great difficulty. It's nearly impossible for her to connect any thoughts with each other, let alone make the conclusions she's used to being able to draw.

Yet the warmth of Yu's hands around her wrists, the comforting sensation of another person, makes her anxiety subside, if only momentarily.]
...Are you sure? Can you be sure? How?

[She looks up at him for only a moment before she glances away, her eyes pained and genuinely frightened.] My mind isn't working. I can't think. It could be permanent. What would I become?