[ OPEN !!! ]

[bakudanma]

Who: Katsura + any of you wonderful people.
When: Throughout the IC month of November.
Where: Metro-rail Station, Pleasure District and McCERES.
What: Open log for people who just want some extra CR in their life. 8)
Rating/Warnings: Zura is in this log. And uh, maybe violence/blood.

《1》METRO-RAIL STATION
_{[ It was time to head home after a day full of adventuring in this place and work, and not to mention, he was already hooked on these two soap opera that had been airing on the television sets. Games of our Lives and All my CYBuddies. Surely he'll be able to get home in time.. right? ]}

Ah, excuse me—
_{[ The doors slide open and people flood inside; it was a little annoying— the way some of the people and been the robots here shoved each other to get into the public transport. He merely gave some of these people a look of disdain, and just when he came to the conclusion that this was an every man for himself situation, he begins to assert himself in front of a few other people who are gathering towards the metro, either by elbowing and using the heel of his palm. Just as the door is about to close, he is blocked by a particularly robust individual who won't have any of this and so—
POW. Right in the face. It's enough to get him to stumble back and hold his nose. In that moment, he rushes back to the train right as the doors shut to press his bloodied hands and face on the window. ]}

Crap! Damn! We're going to hear back from the pregnancy test tonight!
<sub>[ He takes a little jog alongside the train before standing there, banging on the window and making a ruckus.
Well. I guess he'll just have to wait for the next one.
In the mean time, he'll just be taking a seat next to you. The way he held his teeth clenched was the only indication of how immensely furious he was.

Oh.. he should probably clean up his face.
He'll be ready next train station. His hand was already on the hilt of his weapon that was by his hip. ]</sub>

《2》PLEASURE DISTRICT
<sub>[ It's a rainy day here in the Pleasure District. Of all the snack places he could have worked at, it was one located in the Pleasure District. He didn't really spend time here, and when he did, it was mainly for work or to just make a bunch of cute ViVid avatars and make them live a mundane and domestic life instead of catering to any of his needs. It was almost like he was trying to ensure their happiness instead of his despite the fact they were virtual people and not anything with feeling. What was he even doing with his life here anymore..?

Today, he's going home from his barista job, dressed in uniform. It was a swanky place, really, and he was learning quickly how to prepare all sorts of different drinks.

A red, cloth parasol is resting on his shoulder as he heads in the direction towards home. But what is this? Somebody in the rain without an umbrella? Not allowed.
And so, he's just gonna scurry up to you and provide some shelter from the rain for you there. Isn't that thoughtful for a terrorist? ]</sub>

You could catch a cold.

《3》MCCERES
<sub>[ Right. His other-other job. He liked to stay productive, so when CERES offered him several jobs, he went ahead and picked two out of the three, though he was contemplating picking up another soon. With as many games as played and as much as he worked, he was gradually getting pretty loaded on credits to use here.

Anyway, his position here? Mascot. There were a few problems with this job in regards of it. For example, it could have been a much fluffier and cuter kind of mascot and not a mime that wasn't supposed to speak. He broke that rule a lot.
He also took off the mask a lot when he wasn't supposed to and has already gotten several complaints from customers, but he still had his position here. When he worked, he worked pretty damn well.

You're going inside this place, and he pops out of nowhere, holding a sign. He seems insistent that you buy whatever it is he is advertising. Holy shit— this was a restaurant, not a haunted house!!

MCKNIGHT BURGER SPECIAL MEAL
3.99!!

No matter where you go, where you hide, he's following you with this sign— maybe doing the typical mascot jig while doing so with his own thuggish flare.
You could be in the bathroom and he's in the stall next to you with this sign, or leaving in your car, if you have one, and he's following you out there.

Hell, maybe you made it home and he's outside your window with this sign too.
Mother of God. ]</sub>

Comments

[immobileyes]

Why are you yelling?!

[ DOES SHE HAVE TO DO THIS TOO. ]

[bakudanma]

WE HAVE COUPONS TOO! 1 dollar off extra large drink!
_{[ the spirit of a samurai shouldn't be placed in such a domestic setting like this. ]}

We beat the rest! Don't forget about senior's day!
_{[ finally, he simmers down after a moment of silence. ]}

Ah? What's with that look?

[immobileyes]

... My ears hurt.

[ succinctly put. ]

[bakudanma]

Ears are the window to the soul. Perhaps you should remember to cleanse them.
_{[ that's not how the saying goes but whatever. ]}

Are you interested?

[immobileyes]

[ she always cleans her ears, excuse you. But more importantly-- ]

... I think I have to learn about being a mime from you.

[bakudanma]

_{[ !!!!
!!!
What is this, is does he have a kouhai now? Do you know how exciting this is? ]}

Being a mime? Are you here for employment then?

[immobileyes]

Yes... I heard you needed help.

[ and 'mascot' seemed the safest.

HELLO, SENPAI. ]

[bakudanma]

<sub>[ well then.
Zura goes ahead and takes off the mask so she can see him and hear him a little better. Long, silky hair and intense eyes— he looked like he belonged somewhere else instead of here.

And yet, here he was. ]</sub>

Welcome. I'm Katsura.

_{[ He even gives her a polite bow.
who knows maybe she was going to replace him.
...
NONSENSE, he does such a good job being persistent. ]}

[immobileyes]

[ yeah, he definitely beats her in the persistent department.

But wow, with that long silky hair and those intense eyes-- he really looked like he belonged in the arms of another man.

... Wait no, he sort of reminded her of Sousei. But she'll quickly bow back. ]

I'm Mary.

[bakudanma]

_{[ WELL THEN. ]}

Mary-kun, are you prepared to sacrifice your life and everything you know to the way of the mascot!? The path is long and wary, but the satisfaction of free soda and working overtime makes it well worth it!

[immobileyes]

[ ... UH. ]

I don't really want to die for soda...

[bakudanma]

If your duties call for sacrificing your life, will you be willing to do it to protect this sacred burger-dojo!?

[immobileyes]

If I'm protecting it, then I can't die.

[ this seems like common sense to her. ]

[bakudanma]

YES YOU CAN!
_{[ PUMPS A FIST IN THE AIR, then smacks it down into his palm. ]}

We need committed loyalty here! If not, we will have to start from the very basics and work your way up.
Are you ready to open your life a-new, Mary-kun!?
_{[ he sounds like a drill sergeant, but something about his speech seems.. invigorating? He had a lot of leadership charisma. ]}

[immobileyes]

Y-yes??

[ NOOO????? ]

[bakudanma]

_{[ And then, a smile. ]}

Splendid.
Did you receive your wardrobe yet?

[immobileyes]

No... he said they didn't have my size yet.

[bakudanma]

Hm, yes. You are tiny. I suppose we shall have to just teach you the very basics then.
_{[ instead of escorting her to the manager, no, he's gonna take a hold of this and run with it. He's always wanted to be a sensei. ]}

Tell me. Have you looked at our menu yet?

[immobileyes]

I... well, I know some of it, but not everything. [ there are a lot of burgers. ]

[bakudanma]

You must learn everything! There is a lot of crap on this menu that you need to be knowledgeable about!
Oh, yes. Let's start. We'll go inside and I'll give you a copy of the menu.

_{[ with that, he opens he door.
follow him??? ]}

[immobileyes]

[ SHE'S KIND OF AFRAID TO-- but okay, in she goes. You'll have a duckling for a bit, Katsura. ]

[bakudanma]

_{[ He parades inside like he owns the place and pulls a menu off of the cashier counter before handing it to Mary. ]}

Memorize this. You will have a 5 page essay on it, 12 point, Times New Roman, double-spaced.
Tell me everything you know and research.

[immobileyes]

Times... what?

[ she can read this and research it, but then he started speaking in tongues?? ]

[bakudanma]

Ah, you heard me, class. Listen to your sensei.
Times New Roman. 12 point font. Double spaced.
Any other outside information to learn must be cited, MLA format.

[immobileyes]

... Haaaa.

[ Katsura-senpai sure is odd. ]