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Who: Haruka Nanase (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
freed), Makoto Tachibana (cordated), and YOU!
When: IC 1/9 —1/11
Where: Nearly every district! Not limited to: CERES Food Stop, CERES Game Center, a bunch of nondescript street corners, and jail.
What: Bending the rules, breaking the rules, andcheating beating the system?! Or trying to, at least.
Rating/Warning: PG.
1. CANDY SHOP.MP3 (ceres food stop.)
2. TMW YOU CAN'T WIN HELLO KITTY FROM THE CLAW MACHINE (ceres game center.)
3. KIND OF LIKE A SLASHER FLICK EXCEPT NOT (random street corner ... seedy alleyway, perhaps ...)
4. IN THE SLAMMER (ceres government center.)
( NOTE: this is a partial joint post withfreed for part 3 + 4! it'll go: you > one of us > you unless you'd prefer no tag order or you'd like us to tag you separately. )
freed), Makoto Tachibana (cordated), and YOU!When: IC 1/9 —1/11
Where: Nearly every district! Not limited to: CERES Food Stop, CERES Game Center, a bunch of nondescript street corners, and jail.
What: Bending the rules, breaking the rules, and
Rating/Warning: PG.
1. CANDY SHOP.MP3 (ceres food stop.)
- [ upon entering the shop, a one-sided conversation ensues as the only shop attendant speaks in stifled tones to ... what seems to be himself, if his gaze wasn't stubbornly trained to a certain spot behind the counter: ]
Shhh, shhh! You need to be quiet or we'll both be in trouble.
[ but once the door opens with a protracted tinkle of a bell, he turns. eyes drawn in assiduous focus, he dolefully grins as he angles his attention to the customer venturing out to browse the wares. ]
H-Hello! Welcome to the shop. If there's anything I can do to help you out, please allow me to assist. There's a 30% discount on taffy for today only, so don't wait until the last minute to spend. We've also got a raffle going on this week! Buy any three different types of candy labeled with a gold sticker at participating stores and you'll be in the running for —
[ at this point, he's interrupted by a rather plaintive mewling (miaow, miaow) warbled from somewhere around his feet. visibly paling, makoto coughs a few times and resumes speaking. ]
A-haha, excuse me, I meant a blank check redeemable for 500 credits.
[ one hand sweeping over the display case, he makes a point to tap the sweets display case several times in quick succession. ]
Can I interest you in a free cotton candy sample?
2. TMW YOU CAN'T WIN HELLO KITTY FROM THE CLAW MACHINE (ceres game center.)
- [ or you might find makoto situated in one of the various arcades in the conglomerate sprawl of game centers, studiously trying his luck (and a substantial amount of his daily paycheck) on one of the claw machines. mouth puzzled open on a sigh, he's even got his head tilted a few degrees to the side in a futile effort to win the only cat plush in the glass chamber, only to come up with empty hands on his last try, not any closer to his goal than he was on his initial run. ]
Aaah, so close. Looks like this cash card's spent.
[ retreating from the machine, he holds out his only inadvertently-won prize (a rather squashed-looking stuffed animal of indeterminate origin) to the bystander standing in the line right behind him. ]
Oh, well. Would you like this?
[ a beat or two passes, and then: ]
You're going to play next, right? Is it okay if I watch?
3. KIND OF LIKE A SLASHER FLICK EXCEPT NOT (random street corner ... seedy alleyway, perhaps ...)
- [ so: you're in a derelict alleyway sometime in the evening. nightlife solidifies with all the risqué robot models strutting over the various walkways when you get the distinct sense you're being followed.
- — answers to rin-rin
— likes romcoms
— really pointy teeth - — tends to sparkle
— liberal use of emojis when texting/speaking/breathing
— pink
it's just an inkling of a doubt, but it's enough to take caution, all up until the point someone's hand clamps tightly on your shoulder. assuming your heart didn't stop and leave us one man down in this scenario, you are now very near to one tall and mildly anxious looking boy with green eyes and brown hair, as well as a shorter boy with black hair and blue eyes. it is the latter of these two who speaks to you.]
Excuse me. Have you seen [a flyer is held up to you with THIS FACE] or [a second flyer with THIS FACE in his other hand appears!
upon closer inspection (as if you need it to be closer than RIGHT IN YOUR face but you know…) one will notice descriptions under the pictures as follows:
RIN MATSUOKA:
KISUMI SHIGINO:
if you're quiet/silent/have been startled into death for too long, well, eventually the blue-eyed one here will simply….
…blink expectantly as if to say well?…without actually saying it at all. ]
4. IN THE SLAMMER (ceres government center.)
- [ the first day in central holding, makoto learns two valuable things about going to prison:
- a) it's actually called jail, not prison, for a short-term stay behind bars. more specifically: an overnight stay for a benign misdemeanor, or so they inform him.
b) the "one phone call" bit is a complete hoax. if anything, calls are encouraged. not that knowing that helps him in particular, but it's good to know, nonetheless.
notwithstanding the fact he couldn't ask haru to bail him out, considering they were held up in the same communal cell with at least three other people with them, makoto's absolutely terrified. over the course of two hours, he's kept his eyes peeled staring at the clock and trying to will himself to remain silent and moderately low-key. and makoto fails spectacularly, for the most part, his voice rising entire octaves as he babbles on and on to a relatively levelheaded boy sitting beside him. ]
This is so terrible. This is really, really bad. This'll be on our records forever and no one will want to hire us and we'll end up on the streets when everyone we know publicly disowns us. The streets, Haru. There's no way we can fix this.
[ when he doesn't get the validation he desperately needs (you know, something beyond placid one-word remarks), he turns to the closest onlooker, doing his absolute best not to stutter. ]
So ... um, what did they arrest you for?
( NOTE: this is a partial joint post with
freed for part 3 + 4! it'll go: you > one of us > you unless you'd prefer no tag order or you'd like us to tag you separately. )
this thread is too much fun, just have to say!!
[ As calm, collected, and confident as Nonon is right now, moving the stick inch by inch just over the head of the cat toy, it belies a much worse side of her that's always a few bad moments away from coming out. Because her method of cheating, were she to cheat, wouldn't be any kind of sleight of hand, it would be kicking the stupid machine and breaking it to get her stuffed animal she wants. She puts on a good show, she has to she's a conductor, but she's got an anger issue at times and a short fuse. ]
I got it, I got it... [ She tries to dismiss his worries as the claw finally comes down and grabs onto the cat's head. Only to drop it right away as soon as it's picked up. When has anyone ever won on their first try? ]
You distracted me. [ Is her excuse. ]
I LAUGHED, RIP ME IN HALF ... but really, thank you for tagging me and making this so fun!!
[ god, he's not suave enough for social tact, much less persuasive innuendo.
makoto was just trying to free hello kitty from the claw machine and return to his apartment in peace?! it occurs to him that he could've just asked for haru to lend him some help, what with his thin pianist fingers holding a significant advantage over the fumbling, clownish protrusions coming out of his wrists that makoto called his hands, but at the end of the day he's just left with mental anguish, overwound nerves, and truly shitty luck.
there's a slight twinge of guilty relief when she misses the toy on the first try, which he figures makes their prior agreement null and void, but then she's scapegoating him for her pride and he's hard-pressed to cough up remunerations. in this case: doing her a monetary solid. ]
I'm sorry! Here, feel free to use my cash card on your next try. I've still got enough for two more tries, I think.
[ this is probably how a terrible, life-consuming addiction starts, sure. ]
np np!! I don't know anything about free but stuffed animals had to be tagged
I was just teasing you, Romeo. You're the one who said you'd take me out for a meal.
[ Still, he isn't annoying. Just strangely bad at being suave in anyway, she figures. But really, she's here for adorable cats, and adorable lumps that she's silently declared she's owned. Stuffed animals are infinitely better than boys after all.
But she misses, and she goes to pull out her card again, surprised slightly that Makoto steps up to take responsibility for his actions. Which really, he didn't do anything wrong and Nonon is just a huge brat... huge at all just barely 5 feet she reaches, thanks to the heeled boots she wears and the hat. ]
I'm glad you're an agreeable person though. I'll accept your charity, but I hope you don't think you're taking my prize. I'll get you another one if you want, but the blue one is mine.
i based that prompt over my own claw machine experience once except i did get the hello kitty?? lmao
Aaah, I'm sorry! Can't you just forget I said anything? I really didn't mean it that way.
[ look ... he can't help who he is on the inside ... an unrepentant pushover ...
like if responsibility comes up swinging he'll go out to bat, but take any other time and makoto's more inclined to take backseat over riding shotgun. in this case, it looks like nonon's gunning the engine on crazy at full throttle. he sighs, forehead plunking against the glass of the claw machine's display case, staring morosely at the only blue plushie in the entire mess of red and yellow stuffed animal. ]
... Well, if you say so. You better work fast, though. I think the arcade will be closing early today.
haha nice!! :D
Fine! Let's just work together on getting me this prize.
[ Work together? Getting her the prize? She obviously has plenty of confidence and zero modesty. ]
Huh? If they dare to close while I'm still here I'm going to just smash this stupid thing and take what I want!! [ She presses the crane in place again, and smacks the button, letting it drop and leaving her fate up to the god of crane games!!! ]
aaa, i apologize for being long overdue, i've been swamped offline
good thing he's moderately sane, or he would've been swayed by her temperamental bursts of enthusiasm, like he can't help but get drawn into the sticky web of enticing, objectively terrible decisions. move over, spiderman. there's a new protagonist in town.
now that the employees are shooting them furtively scandalized stares, makoto, by manner of association, attempts to alleviate the high-pressure by wildly emoting.
yeah. ]
H-Hahahaha, isn't she hilarious? She didn't mean 'smash', like 'smash the glass' or anything, she was talking about breaking her old record. At claw machines. She's a pro. I know this. I can testify.
[ too bad it comes off like he's frantically constipated. head bowed, he stares uselessly at the grand prize and the claw's fated descent with complete trepidation.
and then, in a strained, pitching whisper directed nonon's way: ]
What are you trying to do, get us banned?! If you break it, we'll definitely get arrested.
no worries!!
She's not afraid of a couple of low paid employees at an arcade stopping her. ]
Huuh? [ Nonon doesn't doesn't seem to be apologetic at all, crossing her arms over her chest, letting Mako say what he thinks he has to say to protect himself. ]
I'm not afraid of either. But I'm not going to sit here and let this machine keep me from what is obviously mine.
♥♥♥
now that nonon's claimed absolute regal dominion over the drooping plushie encased in glass, makoto's content with relenting, and maybe making a break for the door before the ai robots swoop down on them like vultures and drag them away to municipal robot jail to spend the rest of their lives rotting behind bars with a bunch of delinquents and criminal lawbreakers.
past persuasion, he's resorted to bargaining with lackluster promises. ]
You couldn't get it this time, so isn't it better if you just come back tomorrow? That way, you can get tips from the people who come to the arcade on a daily basis and plan out what to try next so you'll definitely get it next time. C-C'mon, if we don't go, we'll get in trouble! One of the security guards is heading over here right now.
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Wow, he better not run like a coward! Nonon plans to stick around and win! Or cheat, she doesn't really care which she was to do so long as she gets what what wants.
...But looking to the side at Makoto's fretting face, she narrows her eyes. Why does she bother? Sighing, she just rolls her eyes, deciding to just listen for once. He did pay for her attempts after all. ]
I will be coming back tomorrow, and I expect you to be here to as my moral support! I won't accept no for an answer got it, Worrywart?
[ New nickname? Yes. Because why learn anyone's name at all. ]
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but he's nothing but grateful for nonon's understanding that he doesn't even mind the slightly judgmental, knowing stares people slingshot into the back of his head when he nods. ]
Yes, I'll show up here tomorrow. I still have my shift to account for, but I'm sure I can meet you around here around noontime.
[ and then, like some elapsed reaction to being called worrywart
even though she couldn't be closer to the truth: ] I ... don't think I caught your name yet? I'm Makoto.no subject
You think I don't have work to do too?
[ She asks, even though she's obviously just being difficult. ]
Then I'll see you here, don't be even a measure late, I won't forgive tardiness. [ And then a beat from her. ] Nonon Jakuzure. When I win that prize, feel free to call me Jakuzure-sama~.