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unevoke & open
When: misc. days after event 9
Where: PLACES
What: THINGS
Rating/Warning: shouldn't be anything crazy!
a - mcceres
[By this point, work's become a monotony. It's a way to earn money, and he doesn't bedgrudge it for that purpose, but the forced socialization doesn't suit his tastes and the risk of running into someone he's conversed with - particularly after the events of the previous week - leave him tenser than he usually is.
At least he's an entertaining sight, dressed in his standard uniform of brightly colored apron and hat, sporting one of the flattest looks known to man as he asks:]
What can I get you today?
b - some random thrift store
[Shinji's stay thus far in Cerealia has been unkind to his limited wardrobe. His hat's looking particularly worse for the wear, his pants have small rips in them, and his coat is probably going to disintegrate the moment someone touches it.
Hence, his presence at the local thrift store.
There's not a whole lot on display, most of either not in his size or in atrocious colors and patterns he would never think to wear in public. Like the shirt he pulls out off the rack in sheer disbelief: a lemon yellow, with pink beach balls and blue umbrellas.
Who the hell even thought this was a good idea? And no he's not going to buy it, don't you dare ask.]
c - the cybuddy store
[Out of all the places in Cerealia though, the CYBuddy store is where Shinji's spent the most time of late. His guilt over attempting to sacrifice the things (and in some cases successfully) have led him to return time and again, to offer assistance in the store and give the remaining CYBuddies some proper attention.
It also gives him an excuse not to be social, and to put off thinking about the terrible things he tried to do.
Of course, there's no point in spending time in the CYBuddy store if he's not going to buy anything. There's Mitsuru's CYbuddy to spoil, and since he can't exactly buy gourmet CYBuddy food (does that even exist?) he settles for toys, picking out two and weighing them against each other.
He turns, eyes questioning.]
Hey, you got any idea which of these lasts longer?
[Quality over quantity, yo.]
d - game center
[Shinjiro isn't much for games. Having played only a rare few during his childhood, he'd never developed the fervor for them many of his peers had. That said, the pseudo-game of live action Pac-man he'd played his first day here had been kind of fun. He wanders into the game center one day when it's mostly empty - blame the early hour for that - and spends a good ten minutes just walking down the rows, checking out what there is on offer.
He stops in front of a fighting game and cracks a small smile. Akihiko would probably love this.]
e - choose your own adventure
[ooc: feel free to make your own scenario or pm me for an individualized prompt!]
unevoke & openWhen: misc. days after event 9
Where: PLACES
What: THINGS
Rating/Warning: shouldn't be anything crazy!
a - mcceres
[By this point, work's become a monotony. It's a way to earn money, and he doesn't bedgrudge it for that purpose, but the forced socialization doesn't suit his tastes and the risk of running into someone he's conversed with - particularly after the events of the previous week - leave him tenser than he usually is.
At least he's an entertaining sight, dressed in his standard uniform of brightly colored apron and hat, sporting one of the flattest looks known to man as he asks:]
What can I get you today?
b - some random thrift store
[Shinji's stay thus far in Cerealia has been unkind to his limited wardrobe. His hat's looking particularly worse for the wear, his pants have small rips in them, and his coat is probably going to disintegrate the moment someone touches it.
Hence, his presence at the local thrift store.
There's not a whole lot on display, most of either not in his size or in atrocious colors and patterns he would never think to wear in public. Like the shirt he pulls out off the rack in sheer disbelief: a lemon yellow, with pink beach balls and blue umbrellas.
Who the hell even thought this was a good idea? And no he's not going to buy it, don't you dare ask.]
c - the cybuddy store
[Out of all the places in Cerealia though, the CYBuddy store is where Shinji's spent the most time of late. His guilt over attempting to sacrifice the things (and in some cases successfully) have led him to return time and again, to offer assistance in the store and give the remaining CYBuddies some proper attention.
It also gives him an excuse not to be social, and to put off thinking about the terrible things he tried to do.
Of course, there's no point in spending time in the CYBuddy store if he's not going to buy anything. There's Mitsuru's CYbuddy to spoil, and since he can't exactly buy gourmet CYBuddy food (does that even exist?) he settles for toys, picking out two and weighing them against each other.
He turns, eyes questioning.]
Hey, you got any idea which of these lasts longer?
[Quality over quantity, yo.]
d - game center
[Shinjiro isn't much for games. Having played only a rare few during his childhood, he'd never developed the fervor for them many of his peers had. That said, the pseudo-game of live action Pac-man he'd played his first day here had been kind of fun. He wanders into the game center one day when it's mostly empty - blame the early hour for that - and spends a good ten minutes just walking down the rows, checking out what there is on offer.
He stops in front of a fighting game and cracks a small smile. Akihiko would probably love this.]
e - choose your own adventure
[ooc: feel free to make your own scenario or pm me for an individualized prompt!]
i promise to actually tag at a regular pace now
(Though maybe work at the CYBuddy store might be nice, he can't deny...)
Her order has his lips pulling down into another frown, this time one of distaste. "Signature" burger, his ass. The only "signature" this place leaves is a horrible one on people's arteries. And while he's pretty sure slander against his company is grounds for work termination, he's also sure that letting someone he somewhat respects eat one of the atrocities they call burgers is just willful neglect.]
If you want somethin' signature, you're better off goin' somewhere else. All they do here is slap on an extra piece of lettuce.
[Yeah, he mad over the food here.]
it's okay i'm scattered too i just tag whenever i can /shakes fist at lunar new year
(Yes, CYbuddy friends though...)
Ah, that answers it, he hates his job. It's turned him into a robot, and he has to sell trash.]
I suppose they think the extra piece of lettuce will help unclog the arteries. You do not have to worry about me. My usual diet is healthy enough to prevent the incoming damage. I'm just curious about whether or not this is similar to a food chain back in my world.
Though, I would return to this shop only to visit you. You look like you need a bit of change in your day.
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He coughs to cover up his discomfort and moves on.]
As long as you don't eat here that often. [But, hmm, aren't fast food chains pretty similar no matter where on Earth they are? Or in other places off Earth.] The meals on the menu look similar to the ones you have back home?
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Which is why she doesn't realise it's surprising too him. Sadness.]
You're right, not to eat, purely to visit. I could bring you some lunch if you rather eat something that's not McCeres. If you are allowed to? [She's not sure if there's some dreadful company policy that says NO OTHER FOOD WHILE WORKING, ONLY DEATH BURGERS.] But ah, yes! It is similar, in fact even the name is similar. McDonalds, back home.
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In the meantime, he's still a little dubious of Vietnam's well-intentioned visit, though he can't say he minds. Especially she offer she puts forth: it brings a look of open surprise to his face, his eyes widening and body pulling back. It's quickly followed by a red flush at the base of his neck.]
You don't have to do that. I can make my own lunch, or go somewhere nearby during my break.
[HE'LL EVEN EAT THE DEATH BURGERS IF IT MEANS NOT INCONVENIENCING VIETNAM...]
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Why does he look so nervous though? Perhaps he thinks there's a possibility that she's not that good at cooking, since he's surrounded by Shit Food(TM). (Vietnam you are so off).]
I do not mind cooking for you, I enjoy it. And I can assure you it is at least better than here. And then you can save some money as well! [Although she wouldn't mind joining him to eat out elsewhere?!] Do you like cooking?
[DON'T EAT THE DEATH BURGERS BECAUSE OF HER, SHE'LL PUNCH IT OUT OF HIM THEN FEED HIM (wow okay not bad, since she eats some herself occasionally)]
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But....ah, cooking. If there's anything he's willing to open up about it's cooking and his interest sharpens when she asks him innocently if he enjoys it. Shinji's known too many bad cooks to fully trust in Vietnam's skills, but maybe...
Mind made up, Shinji goes back to being professional. It's slow enough now that it shouldn't matter but he'd rather not slack off if he can help it.]
If you wanna order something, my lunch break is in five minutes.
[Hint hint, wink wink.]
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He didn't really answer her, so she's just a little puzzled about this return to being professional. Does that mean yes, he likes to cook, or no, he doesn't hence he will change this conversation with...
Oh. She gets it. Mental wink.]
A...juice? I will have just an orange juice. [If she's going to spend time with him, it might as well not be over crap. But she doesn't want him to get into trouble because she didn't buy anything either.] A large juice, please. [See?]
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There's another customer stepping in through the door and towards the counter though, so he better make this quick.]
There's a sandwich place next door if you don't wanna eat burgers.
[What's it called....Bubway?]
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But oh, what a suggestion! He's compromised his position to recommend her a place, he could get into trouble for this. He's so nice...]
I will accept your noble sacrifice. I'll be conveniently standing outside of this store in time.
[But still give her that juice he needs to sell something!
Also Bubway, I'm dying.]
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And he doesn't need to sell anything!!! but he rings up the juice dutifully all the same, grabbing a cup and filling it with orange juice while the receipt prints. A lid goes on and a wrapped straw placed on top and then he's sliding the juice across the counter in exchange for payment.]
Make sure you eat something.
[Which is as good of an affirmation as she's gonna get. But, true to his word, it's not more than seven minutes later (he has to clock out and change out of the stupid apron, okay) that he's stepping outside of the store to their agreed meeting place.]
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Sell a juice! See now he looks good. They exchange juice for money and all is well.
Also he sounds like a gangsta mother. Soft, we whisper.]
I will. Thank you for reminding me.
[He tries and it's nice, okay. She leaves, and sometime later, she's waving from a bench near the entrance, having just finished a sub...uh, bub-sized sandwich (no it's still a goddamn sub). Standing up, she moves over to meet him half way.]
BUB-SIZED SANDWICH.....i cracked up at work
His gaze goes immediately to the discarded paper marking the remains of her bub-sized sandwich and he relaxes a little, glad to see she hasn't starved herself.]
Sorry. [For making her wait.] Crowd started to get big again.
[Amazing how busy crappy fast food places can get.]
AHAHAHA i continued your legacy........
She shakes her head while taking a glance over at McCeres.]
It is fine, I saw the crowd gathering from here, they just kept walking in. Must be those affordable prices.
[DELICIOUS CHEAP CRAP.] Are you hungry?
i will continue this legacy until i die
Only 'cause the place's feeding 'em shit.
[So blunt about it. At least he's honest?? Maybe one day after working long enough at McCeres, he'll start appreciating the food there. (No, no he won't. He'll never appreciate the food there.
But right. Is he hungry. Shinji shakes his head.]
I'm fine. I'll eat after my shift's over.
[He's gotta go grocery shopping anyway.]
you're truly a hero!!!
You're right. Humans fulfilling guilty pleasures.
[How could a budding chef like himself appreciate McCeres!!]
Really? I mean, you can eat a snack or something. I might have some nuts in my bag...[At least she hopes it'll help him before he needs to go grocery shopping! It's just for snacking on, not quite lunch.] Working in such a place does seem tough, you would need your energy.
[His frown lines look deeper than usual.]
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One hand shoots out in an attempt to stop Vietnam from handing over her precious nuts.]
It's fine. I get more headaches than stomacheaches working there. Save your food for yourself.
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But he doesn't seem to be hungry, or he's just determined to stop her.]
I really don't mind, but if you say you are fine. It's still here should you need it!
But ah, what do you do during your breaks, am I imposing on your time...
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It throws him off and he's not sure how best to respond as he watches her in mild consternation.]
Usually eat if I have lunch. Mostly just take some time to get away from all the customers. [AKA stand outside and look like a thug.] I don't read much and I don't know how most of the games on the devices work.]
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She hasn't quite mastered his different levels of scowling yet either.]
I see. [If he doesn't have lunch, guess he's meant to loiter today.] I'm trying to figure out some of the games myself, because a lot of these are not from my time. Except for those "retro" ones.
We can--... [She was about to suggest they: 1. Learn a game or two, or 2. go look at a few things, like the CYbuddies!! But first...] How much time do you have?
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Ah but games, that catches his interest, his mouth stretching into a curious frown. He's only played ViViD a few times since arriving, and then there was that weird live-action version of Pac-man ages ago. He wouldn't be averse to playing more.
But first! Her question.]
Half an hour. They give us longer for lunch.
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Now he has enough time to learn a few games, as hinted by that slight change of expression. She's not an avid gamer like her siblings, but it certainly is a fun way to pass the time.]
That is very generous of them. It's also plenty of time to play some games too, and find one you like? I mean, unless you want to do something else?
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No time for pity now anyway - she's suggesting they check out games, and he can't say he's entirely opposed to the idea as he straightens in interest.]
Yeah, sure, games're fine. You mean the ones in the arcade?
[ViViD probably takes more than an hour, from what he remembers.]
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Anyway, he's interested, and she actually didn't have a set plan on what type of games they should play either, so the mention of the arcade helps a lot. Besides, her experience in ViViD is still lacking.]
Yes, the ones in the arcade will do well. Do you know how to get there? [Otherwise she's already pulling out her CereVice to find the map.]
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The arcade's easy enough to find though. He nods and then tilts his head towards its general direction. He might not be particularly book smart but if nothing else, he's got a good sense of direction.]
Yeah, it's a few blocks that way. Shouldn't take too long to get there. [He's not as familiar with the inside layout but in the name of efficiency he asks:] What kinda games did you want to play?
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