99% idiot ( closed )

[tuberculosis]

Who: Souji (tuberculosis) & America (bigstick)
When: IC 11/21
Where: Shopping district, evening.
What: random encounters, old school meets new school, technology why.
Rating/Warning: none, probably.

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[it's breaktime.

which, for souji, means doing little more than grabbing onigiri from a food stall and sitting on a bench for a minutes before he picks up patrolling the city for anything important—like he does on most nights.

he's got the idea in mind to learn a little more about how the cerevice works; he hadn't bothered beyond the very basics before since it didn't seem necessary. but as more people filter into the city and use it much more often than they used to? well, he's probably going to end up needing it at some point. but a guy that comes from the 1860s isn't exactly adept at this. even his previous jamajar network experience didn't stretch beyond a very basic phone with limited capabilities.

so with the riceball in one hand and the cerevice in the other, souji's brows are knit with confusion. clearly? he's got no idea what he's doing, which is annoying when there are very specific things he wants to figure out. randomly pressing things, opening apps... well, it just results in a lot of beeping and errors. it's not conducive to anything at all.

so he's sighing a bit at it, and somehow the hum that he emits manages to sound passive aggressive... towards the cerevice. amazing. clearly, he needs help. someone help the obstinate and clueless samurai, please.]

Comments

good lord @ me BUT I'M HERE NOW

[bigstick]

[ america's on a quest to eat at every food stall in the city. now sure, that sounds a little bit crazy but think about it -- food. where can that go wrong?

... okay, maybe he's had a little food poisoning here and there but that's all part of the adventure. once it's gone, he picks up and keeps going. today's food stall adventure has left him to a tiny little cart with a nice selection of freshly made onigiri amongst other things and he's down with that. right now, he's in the middle of badgering the guy to put something normal in the rice ball, like ground beef when he hears a very passive aggressive sigh. ]

Dude, though, hear me out. It's like... rice! And meat! And not that weird seaweed shit!

[ he looks over to his side, holding up a hand to silence the guy as he tries to figure out where the source is coming from. it doesn't take long for him to spot souji, staring like a loser at his cerevice. america looks back at the cart owner, pointing a finger at him. ]

Think about it.

[ and then he walks over to souji, sliding his hands into his jacket as he does. when he gets close enough, he'll stop, bouncing on his feet a little with a friendly grin plastered on his face. ]

You seem troubled, bro.