花村陽介 ⋅ Yosuke Hanamura (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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tushanshu_logs2015-03-16 06:42 pm
windbreak) wrote in tushanshu_logs2015-03-16 06:42 pm
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next chance to move on [open]
Characters: A newly arrived Yosuke and whoever wants to bump into him!
Date: 17th March (and onwards?)
Location: See prompts! Or wherever - if you want another scenario, feel free to let me know / bring your own.
Situation: There's a new kid in town, and it's painfully obvious just looking at him for half a second.
Warnings/Rating: Nothing but mild swearing for now.
[A: The Hotel]
It turns out Yosuke wasn't hallucinating last night, but he knew that. Since last year, he's stopped expecting anything he sees to be the literal kind of unreal when figurative will do.
And in the meantime, this unreal new world seems to have gone on ticking without him. When he makes it back down to solid, non-magically-activated ground, he wonders just how out of it he must have been to not notice the construction work going on around the ground floor. Workers hurry back and forth - uhh, not workers, kedan...? Dammit, he got a crash course, but what he needed was a cram school. Whoever they are, their hustling and bustling gives him the nagging feeling he should tiptoe past, or at least obligingly flatten himself against a wall.
So he does the latter. It isn't the most efficient way for a person to walk to the lobby, but he's edging along somehow. Preoccupied with it, even.
[B: a street in Metal Sector]
"Uhh... sickness? Cursed land...?"
The one really dream-like part, he thinks, is his perception of time. It took him a million years to drag himself across the fields into the city proper yesterday, a geological era to dismiss the unhelpfully colourful mental images buzzing through his head when he woke up late this morning, and a nanosecond after stepping out of the hotel doors to get lost. ...Although the last one isn't that dream-like, loath as he is to admit it. And the persistent grogginess weighing down his eyelids even after he hauled himself upright might not be helping.
For what it's worth, the gaggle of bulky-looking kedan glowering at him from the sidewalk don't seem interested in anything he could admit; every time he opens his mouth, they seem to take it as an insult. That predicament is pretty familiar to Yosuke outside of dreams too, but it can't be the same here, surely? He's thinking before he talks today. He kind of has to. There's nobody else around to do it for him.
He tries one last time. "Sorry, I honestly don't know what -" he starts to say - cuts himself off, flinches, instinctively shields his face -
- and stares, dumbfounded. The almighty splash catches the front of his already distinctly grimy shirt, but he hardly notices the chill yet. Was there always a banana peel there, in exactly the right place? ... Has he seen anyone in town carrying bananas around so far? Wha...
The two kedan who'd tried to round on him pick themselves up, shoot him a stereo glare at least as icy as the puddle they'd careened into, and finally the group pushes past him before he can hit a wall backing away.
Only once they all seem to be out of earshot does Yosuke relax. "S'one other thing you don't get in the sticks," he mutters, none too quietly. Then he shivers, shakes his head, and starts to wring out the hem of his shirt.
Which draws his attention to the shiny blue card that had insinuated its way into his palm the moment he flung up his hand. Which startles him all over again. Which might not be so sensible, with the offending banana peel from a minute ago still serenely sitting a step away.
Date: 17th March (and onwards?)
Location: See prompts! Or wherever - if you want another scenario, feel free to let me know / bring your own.
Situation: There's a new kid in town, and it's painfully obvious just looking at him for half a second.
Warnings/Rating: Nothing but mild swearing for now.
[A: The Hotel]
It turns out Yosuke wasn't hallucinating last night, but he knew that. Since last year, he's stopped expecting anything he sees to be the literal kind of unreal when figurative will do.
And in the meantime, this unreal new world seems to have gone on ticking without him. When he makes it back down to solid, non-magically-activated ground, he wonders just how out of it he must have been to not notice the construction work going on around the ground floor. Workers hurry back and forth - uhh, not workers, kedan...? Dammit, he got a crash course, but what he needed was a cram school. Whoever they are, their hustling and bustling gives him the nagging feeling he should tiptoe past, or at least obligingly flatten himself against a wall.
So he does the latter. It isn't the most efficient way for a person to walk to the lobby, but he's edging along somehow. Preoccupied with it, even.
[B: a street in Metal Sector]
"Uhh... sickness? Cursed land...?"
The one really dream-like part, he thinks, is his perception of time. It took him a million years to drag himself across the fields into the city proper yesterday, a geological era to dismiss the unhelpfully colourful mental images buzzing through his head when he woke up late this morning, and a nanosecond after stepping out of the hotel doors to get lost. ...Although the last one isn't that dream-like, loath as he is to admit it. And the persistent grogginess weighing down his eyelids even after he hauled himself upright might not be helping.
For what it's worth, the gaggle of bulky-looking kedan glowering at him from the sidewalk don't seem interested in anything he could admit; every time he opens his mouth, they seem to take it as an insult. That predicament is pretty familiar to Yosuke outside of dreams too, but it can't be the same here, surely? He's thinking before he talks today. He kind of has to. There's nobody else around to do it for him.
He tries one last time. "Sorry, I honestly don't know what -" he starts to say - cuts himself off, flinches, instinctively shields his face -
- and stares, dumbfounded. The almighty splash catches the front of his already distinctly grimy shirt, but he hardly notices the chill yet. Was there always a banana peel there, in exactly the right place? ... Has he seen anyone in town carrying bananas around so far? Wha...
The two kedan who'd tried to round on him pick themselves up, shoot him a stereo glare at least as icy as the puddle they'd careened into, and finally the group pushes past him before he can hit a wall backing away.
Only once they all seem to be out of earshot does Yosuke relax. "S'one other thing you don't get in the sticks," he mutters, none too quietly. Then he shivers, shakes his head, and starts to wring out the hem of his shirt.
Which draws his attention to the shiny blue card that had insinuated its way into his palm the moment he flung up his hand. Which startles him all over again. Which might not be so sensible, with the offending banana peel from a minute ago still serenely sitting a step away.