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[rollin]

Who: Yata rollin & Pascal, Ki-ja, Sousei, Zara
When: IC Nov 8-9!
Where: various
What: Yata should stop doing things.
Rating/Warning: at least PG because Yata's mouth needs a bar of soap

closed to pascal
closed to ki-ja
closed to sousei
closed to zara

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november 8, morning, tech & auto shop, pascal

[rollin]

[ Shirou said all Yata needed to do was change the batteries, but recent events made running that particular errand hard to do. It isn't until after the chaos subsides that he decides to get his watch repaired. The design is a little old-fashioned compared to his Cerevice, but it functions almost as well as any. It isn't connected to the colony's network, which renders it useless, but it doesn't stop Yata from caring for it any less.

Besides, he thinks he broke his DS ripoff while he was off being crazy.

At around ten, he enters a repair shop, watch and gaming console in hand as he scans the area for someone who can help him. There doesn't seem to be anybody running the shop today... or so he thinks. ]

Hello? Anybody?

[ He idly fiddles with the nearest machine like it's a smart idea... ]

[rubyinferno]

[Without warning Pascal pops up from behind the machine Yata starts to fiddle with.] Hey! Don't touch that!

[Indeed Yata, someone has been there the whole time. Actually she's been there since last night, working away on some repairs and also some new inventions on the side. She hasn't exactly slept much--maybe a few hours tops--and has definitely not bathed.

She scowls at him a moment from behind the equipment and then blinks.] Oh! Hey, it's you! [What was it again...] Yata, right?

[rollin]

AAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

[ He clutches the box his things are in as he stumbles backward, only to be saved by a shelf behind him. But it still hurts! Things are rarely soft in places like repair shops. He isn't surprised by her sudden appearance as much as he is with her location. Here, of all places? ]

P-Pascal? [ HER AGAIN... WHY... He sputters before he can make a a coherent sentence. ] Ha... Haha, what's up? Wh-what are you doing?

[rubyinferno]

[Pascal laughs at him and folds her arms over the top of the machine he'd been poking at. She grins at his surprise.] That's me! What a surprise to see your face here!

[But hey, that's her line. She cants her head a little.] Huh? I work here, of course. I help people fix stuff but sometimes I just hang out here and make new stuff too. [She eyes the box he's holding.] What're you doing here?

[rollin]

[ He was honestly hoping for a guy, because then he'd be easier to talk to... but Pascal might be fine, too. He explains himself as he sets the box down on a nearby counter, unpacking it as he goes along. ]

Um, I got some stuff that needs fixing. I mean, the watch just needs new batteries, but uh...

[ He shows her what looks like a digital watch and a dual screen handheld gaming console. ]

The A button broke while I was playing Pockymon. [ Yeah. ]

[rubyinferno]

[Pascal peers over the top of the machine a moment and then disappears. She reappears a moment later from around it instead, approaching him and looking more closely at his box of things. She takes the watch in hand first when he shows her, examining it.]

Whoa, neat! It looks pretty fancy. [Or at least fancier than she's use to. But the gaming console causes her to light up.] Oh my gosh! Does that play games like the ones here? [She was really addicted to those... so how cool is it that he has his own?!

She'll take that too.] Anyway, these shouldn't be a problem to fix. Anything else?

[rollin]

[ He lets out a huge sigh of relief. You're a lifesaver, Pascal. ]

Haaah, I'm glad to hear that. I'll let you know when I break my TV. —Not that I plan to!

[ At the rate these events are going, he's surprised he hasn't broken anything. There's a delay that ends a little too late when he speaks up again. ]

But you know, I didn't take you for the type...

november 8, afternoon, game center, ki-ja

[rollin]

[ Rhythm games are his thing, but they're boring when played alone, so sometimes, he asks a stranger in the crowd to face off with him in a dance battle. THAT'S RIGHT, A DANCE BATTLE. Oh, that guy with the white hair looks like he's been waiting in line for a while. Over the loud sounds of the countless arcade machines in the area, Yata asks him! ]

Hey, you! You play?

[dragonclaws]

[ Yeah okay he's been in line for awhile, but that's only because he is following everyone else around.

He doesn't even know what he was standing in line for. BUT FINALLY. ]

Play? [ Oh. Inviting him. Right. ] I suppose I can join you. What are you suppose to do in this one?

[rollin]

You don't even know what you lined up for? Aren't you a riot!

[ He jerks a thumb at the game. ] It's a dancing game. Just follow the arrows. C'mon!

[ Sorry Ki-ja, you're getting dragged. Literally. ]

[dragonclaws]

Dancing game? But isn't that- whoa!!

[ Wow okay he's going, he's going!

Finally getting on the pad, Ki-ja stares blankly at all the colors and arrows. ]

F-follow the arrows? Like this? [ Just... uselessly flailing one arm THIS MAKES NO SENSE. ]

[rollin]

[ Yata has to hold his sides—he's cracking up here. He knows this guy is probably from a world without DDR, but Ki-ja's hilarious. ]

See those arrows? [ He points at the D-pad below them. ] Step on those when they reach the top! [ Then, he points at the screen. ]

Hey, I'll let you pick the song.

[dragonclaws]

Ah, I see! How strange!

[ Sure it was weird, but Ki-ja was suddenly interested! Looks like dancing here was far different from what he was use to. ]

Me? O... okay! I will pick one!

[ Let's see... this pad had the songs on them? Ki-ja flips to the first one, and jumps when he hears the music that comes from it. Wow, that sounded so cool!

But... what about the others? He flips to the next one, repeating the same reaction.

And the next one

And the next one.......... wow that timer sure is running out. ]

november 9, morning, gym, sousei

[rollin]

Kendo, huh?

[ That Minato guy on the network did say he took up the sport. Yata will be completely honest: he's only here because he wants to spot the one falling asleep during stretches and say, "That's him!" But when he arrives, kendo classes had just ended, so even as he cranes his neck to try and guess the narcoleptic, he never gets the chance to. Students flooding out the door make that difficult. ]

Well, he did say he used to...

[ But he doesn't expect to see a familiar face. ]

Eh? Sousei?

[deontology]

[And Sousei was definitely not expecting to see this punk a guy like Yata in a place like this. Kendo is a sport of discipline, after all....and of all of the impressions Yata had made, disciplined was not one of them.

Still, it's quiet in the dojo now, and Sousei is left just tilting his head, blinking once at the new loudmouth intruder.]

...Yata. Are you here for a reason?

[Somehow, it's hard to imagine him practicing....]

[rollin]

[ Yeah, forget Minato. Yata is the guy who would fall asleep during stretches. He waves his hands in little panicked circles at Sousei's question. After all, he didn't want to give the wrong impression! ]

Ah, no, I don't wanna do kendo or anything!

[ No one was expecting him to... In any case, it seems like he had just showered after a workout himself with wet hair and a fresh change of clothes. ]

Just wondering if someone was here. You know a guy called Arisato?

[deontology]

[Wow, Yata... don't make it obvious how you feel or anything!!! Like how unwilling you are to do kendo!!

Even if that was what Sousei expected, there is still something about hearing it that way that is just........

He shakes his head slowly, once.]

No, I am not familiar with anyone with that name. There is no need to be so concerned--I do not intend to force you into practicing.

[Since, you know, you sounded so panicked.]

[rollin]

[ Phew! He puts his hands behind his head in relief, looking very pleased with Sousei's answer. ]

Oh, cool. You had the sort of face that made me think you were gonna make me do a hundred strikes or something, hehe.

[deontology]

[The....... the sort of...face........]

This is how I always look.

[he just doesn't emote, gosh!!!]

Were you searching for Arisato for a particular reason? If he comes here, I can inform you of it.

november 9, afternoon, medical facility, zara

[rollin]

[ Another day, another scuffle, another trip to the medical facility. If they had a promo wherein he could get a stamp for every visit, he'd have filled out his stamp card twice over and turned it in for a prize. They should give him a pack of band-aids with "cool" designs on them... All he usually walks away with are a few boring bandages and a slightly emptier credit card. Today is no different when he walks in with a handful cuts on his face and gashes all over his arms. A sigh escapes him like he's done this a thousand times before. Last week, it was a wipeout. Yesterday, a fistfight. Thirty minutes ago? ]

... CYbuddy malfunction.

[ He doesn't even greet Zara since he can feel his judging stare. He might not be giving it now, but he's expecting it. ]

[sewayaku]

[ you poor, rambunctious child. Zara wonders how he gets into so much trouble (and pain) when he has that useful ability to summon flames out of thin air. Then again, that ability might be exactly how this keeps happening.

The judgemental stare is closer to a disappointed one; he sighs, shaking his head in disbelief as he approaches. ]

... Yata. Look at you... You look terrible. You really must take better care of yourself.

[rollin]

[ Yata scowls and groans in response. Here we go again. Why's Zara gotta mom him all the time? It's so annoying!

He thinks that, but he keeps coming here anyway. ]

It's fine! They're battle scars. And if the robot cats on aisle nine don't like me, it ain't my fault, right?

[sewayaku]

[ it's literally his job... sorry, Yata. He's been doing it for too long to stop now. The excuse doesn't impress Zara, who merely takes one look at his face and arms before turning to the sink, one ear quirked in his direction as he listens. ]

Battle scars from housecats? That doesn't sound like something to be particularly proud of.

[ unless they were the housecats from his world. and in human form. ]

[rollin]

[ To that, he grips the front of his seat as he sticks his chin up in the air. ]

I can be proud of them if I say they were lions. [ Then, he sulks. ] But lying is bad, so keep it a secret.

[sewayaku]

If they were lions, you wouldn't call them cats.

[ said with a slightly patronizing tone. There's a difference, Yata! ]

... There's no need to worry. Words between a doctor and his patient are strictly confidential. Now, hold your arm out, please.

[ turning around, he brings a tray with alcohol and a wet towel on it. They just appear to be normal scratches, and nothing too deep; disinfecting them should be good enough. ]