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Who: Koujaku (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
kaba) & YOU
When: 01/14–01/16 (OOC: 06/02–06/07)
Where: Various; see below
What: A general catchall open post full ofmisery mystery and adventure!
Rating/Warning: Drunkenness, innuendo, and mentions of drug use in the first prompt; nothing comes to mind for the rest. Consider yourself warned character-wise, however.
kaba) & YOUWhen: 01/14–01/16 (OOC: 06/02–06/07)
Where: Various; see below
What: A general catchall open post full of
Rating/Warning: Drunkenness, innuendo, and mentions of drug use in the first prompt; nothing comes to mind for the rest. Consider yourself warned character-wise, however.
01\\Novus/Replea (Evening, the 14th)
[ He finds his stool on the creaky side as he downs yet another cocktail—some bitter radioactive swill that does little but to dull his taste buds yet does wonders to chip away at his memories of the week before. Synthpop throbs in the background, bodies undulating on the dancefloor behind him, some of them with their minds all drugged up and floating freely into an alcohol-fueled ether.
It’s a shitty place that’s about as intimate and human as a robot’s chrome-plated bum and he hates it here; hates the noise and the drinks and the company (or his lack thereof), but the latter is precisely the reason why he’d chosen to come here instead of seeking out someplace smaller and cozier for a drink. Company feels a little weird when they’re likely going to tell you to stop drinking anyway (dammit Yang and Natalia).
So he’s drinking here and trying to man up a little, trying to smile. The latter’s easier with alcohol, of course. As the evening wears on and the music gets louder Koujaku gets some of his cheer back, to the point that he’s singing along (terribly) to whatever the deejay puts on and throwing his arm over the shoulders of whoever happens to be seated next to him. Be afraid. ]
02\\“Thistle Do Nicely” Flower Shop (Afternoon, the 15th)
[ He’s slept off as much of the hangover as he could this morning, but for the most part he’s peeled himself off of his bedroom floor, straightened his hair, and wandered out into the outside world whilst squinting at the light. The dark circles under his eyes and a persistent, throbbing headache made worse by catchy club tunes from the night before do little to alleviate his condition, but fuck it. He needs a walk.
He wanders the first mall he’s stepped into until he stops at a flower shop, only blearily recognizing some of the floral arrangements as the ones that might have appeared in Natalia’s winter bash not long ago. Huh. He could definitely use the company of flowers, in any case—he’s still reluctant to go into the CERES Gardens, after all, but strewing a few of these babies around his apartment might liven his place up, if not his mood outright.
He saunters down the aisles, examining the wares with interest before he stops at one flower in particular and has to catch a whiff of it. Alien or otherwise, this one isn’t anything he’s familiar with. ]
Wonder what these’re called.
03\\Shopping District (Basically the wildcard option; Daytime, the 16th)
[ One advertisement in particular catches his eye as he’s walking down the streets with you, either because one of you is on an errand and the other’s offered to help, or because you simply decided to walk together for no other reason than because you felt like it.
Koujaku isn’t very interested in shopping himself, nor is he intent on setting up his hairdressing business out on the streets like he normally would have done. He simply wants to disappear into the crowd for a little while, to drink in the bustle and noise of the place, because in a hopeful kind of way he’s seeing people still getting on with their lives despite the Flamines’ rudely cutting their previous ones short. And Koujaku knows all about abrupt endings, doesn’t he?
He stops at an advertisement playing out over one of the giant holographic screens—a trailer for some sappy romcom—and hey, at least movies came with proper endings.
He looks away from the screen as some lovey dovey pop song begins blaring out from the speakers, self-consciously scratching at the back of his neck as he does so. ]
Let’s move on. [ He shouldn’t be getting distracted right now, anyway.
Unless you’re Natalia, in which case you would’ve caught on already… ]
04\\Niteo (Wildcard Option the Second; Evening, the 16th)
[ Well someone’s sure in a better mood tonight. Maybe it’s the concert, maybe it’s the company, but Koujaku’s feeling all fired up and this time he hasn’t got any alcohol to blame it on. His suit’s neatly pressed and he’s still got his sword strapped to his back—presumably to make him look even more intimidating as a bouncer, if the tattoos don’t already help—but he’s perfectly comfortable in his uniform and perfectly at ease around practically everyone that comes inside.
Are you a fellow bouncer just starting out? Or maybe you’ve just started working this shift together? Maybe you’ve both been at it since forever?
Or maybe you’re one of the performers for tonight, and regardless of the audience’s reception to your act, Koujaku’s still got a kind word to toss your way. On the house.
Whichever the case, if you happen to be exiting the premises by then or are lingering nearby to pass the time or something (so long as you’re not causing any trouble or keeping the customers away), he’ll pretty much give you a wave from his post. ]
Yo! Good show tonight.
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[ Even if there's still something a little hesitant about the way Koujaku words it, that hesitance doesn't seem to be present on Shinpachi's part at all. He just widely grins at the other, as if it really is all that easy - and it is, to him, anyway. What good are friends if you can't share problems with them, anyway? And since he doesn't even know if Koujaku has friends here from home to begin with, it's only natural to offer that sort of thing to decent people. ]
I mean, if you're lookin' for someone, I never mind lending a hand. We gotta stick together in crazy places like this, yeah? [ And Koujaku has already shown himself to be on top of that enough, considering the whole funhouse affair. ]
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You’re…right. Gotta stick together. That’s it. [ His lower lip trembles in remembrance of how he’d tried to do just that before his friends from home went poof. And then came back with a German boytoy in tow.
And here he thought the funhouse was pretty bad. ]
Hey, Shin—Shin— [ Right too much effort to pronounce things ]
Thanks for—for having my back. Never got to tell you that. The back thing. Yeah.
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How cute. So it's moments like these where it's really obvious who's the younger one here, huh? ]
No problem, man. [ About the having his back thing, yes, maybe also about not really getting his full name there, whatever.. ]
Just don't drive yourself nuts fretting 'bout it, that's all I'm asking in return.
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Heh, I’ll try. [ Or he’ll try to remember to. But why worry about that now, indeed? Shinpachi’s put him in a much better mood and he’s back to climbing that wonderful alcoholic high. Clearly Shinpachi needs to climb Mount Shitface together with him, doesn’t he? Because Koujaku’s ordering them both another round of drinks and raising his own glass as a toast besides. ]
To heroes!
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[ The drinking part. Not that Koujaku saying he'll try isn't great too - at least he'll be making an effort, that's what matters. And Shinpachi might try to keep an eye out for the other as well, just to make sure he's doing well. Especially since Koujaku's such a good kid.
Picking up his own glass, he raises it before (lightly, instead of breaking their glasses..) knocking it against Koujaku's. ]
To heroes..!
[ There's still a long night ahead to get shitfaced during, after all. ]