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this loser | nations r us

[bauhinia]

[ You may be approached on the street by a shady looking guy a handsome teenager with eye-catching brows (get it?). You may then find yourself subjected to any of the following queries: ]

[ a ] Yo. Have you been to the zoo lately?

[ b ] What'd you dress up as for Halloween? Wait, has Halloween happened yet here?

[ c ] Have you seen a tortoise? He's like, so big- [ He indicates with his hands. ] and looks kinda like Jackie Chan. He may've been walking away from a buncha lady tortoises. Y'know, like, quickly for a tortoise.

[ Saints preserve you if you choose to engage this Weirdo. Alternatively, if you already know this Weirdo: ]

[ d ] Has my dad showed up again? I'm starting to think the landlord's being unfaithful.

[ciao]

Ciao Hong Kong, ciao~ [ of course being faced with hong kong just incites excitement--why wouldn't it? a full embrace and a kiss to each cheek before pulling away (and yet still holding on) ]

Ah, England? No, we haven't seem him around lately... The landlord has been going out on cruises or something though.

[ a ]

[volcanic]

No, I just got here.

[ It takes Iceland a moment - he's fiddling with his phone, even though he knows it won't work here (maybe he's pretending to look busy?). When it registers that he recognizes that voice, he looks up, and, oh no, what little color he has in his face drains. ]

a

[feeline]

Yeah! How'd you know?!

[is this guy a psychic...!]

i'm just here to torment u ( d )

[sod]

[While Hong Kong might have asked another person his question, there's no way he wouldn't recognise his voice. On top of that, his ears prickle at the slander that his dear "son" seems to be coming up with this time.]

I leave you alone for one minute and that's the sort of thing you come up with?

a?!

[hoasen]

No.

[that was fast. But wait, BEFORE GETTING INTO THAT--]

Hong Kong?!

[ a ]

[shipwrecking]

[sup dude]

I'm headed there right now, actually. [she's back and the first thing she wants to do is check on her goat... of course.] Thought I'd swing by to see if things've changed much.

How long do goats live, anyway?

c

[unehelichkind]

[ ...what in the world... ]

A tortoise? I haven't seen any around, do they wander around in the wild here? Ah, and, who is Jackie Chan?

[ It is a name, right? Some woman? ]

[c]

[prekage]

How'd you manage to lose a tortoise?

[You must be super slow, mister. Unless your tortoise has ninja powers, that's a little more understandable.]

shuu tsukiyama | tokyo ghoul

[squisito]

shopping gate a.

[tsukiyama doesn't quite know what to do with himself as he passes by all the exquisite looking restaurants. he's not quite sure why, but the smell is actually making him salivate? which is a weird feat since the only thing that makes him salivate is the scent of a human ripe for the picking, but c'est la vie. he wanders to each restaurant that's close to him and sniffs the air curiously. he looks fucking weird doing it too, i'm sorry-- the best way to avoid him is to just look down and keep trucking on.

unless he stops you. in which case he's going to do to anyone passing by him. he waves his arm in attempt to flag you down.] Scusi, scusi! Do you know where these delicious smells are coming from? They are most exquisite and fit for someone of my... [status? self??] caliber!

[it's a fucking hamburger, get over yourself tsukiyama....]

shopping gate b.

[now that he knows where the smell is coming from he has most definitely ordered himself something. it would be weird to go on and on about it smelling so great without tasting it; even if it'll end up in the toilet later. after all that's what ghouls have to do in the world of humans. he brings the fork to his mouth and nibbles trepidly on the meat that's on it and-- oh... oh. for once, he doesn't feel like puking it out! the meat doesn't taste like rubber that's been dipped in car oil! this is... this is--] C'est très magnifique!! Does it always taste like this?

[and with that he digs in to the hamburger steak ravenously. tsukiyama please there are children roaming around. think of the children.....]

shopping gate c.

[and now for something a little more serious. tsukiyama isn't quiet sure how he ended up in a place like this. one minute he was on a helipad on top of a roof in japan looking at sasaki and then the next he was... waking up in a lawn of a suburban neighborhood. it was really surreal. in fact tsukiyama thought it was some kind of dream at first. almost as if the coffee he had earlier had been spiked to hell and back; though the pit he had in his stomach told him otherwise.

he found the paperwork saying that he was married and apparently a homeowner now-- but it just didn't feel right? one minute he was running for his life, fighting to survive. and the next he was... handed this kind of... fake life? it didn't sit well with tsukiyama. he's sure this isn't what his servants or father had in mind when they wanted him to live on. he didn't really know what to do, so he wandered throughout town in mild despair.

until he saw a piano in one of the shops. he was so overpowered by the desire to play out his troubles that he sort of just... waltzed right in and sat down on the bench in front of the piano. he used to play chopin and scream at the top of his lungs when he was younger to help calm his nerves, but, he had a feeling doing that would get him kicked out as quickly as he waltzed in. so instead, he just started playing whatever chopin arrangement came to mind. it did help to an extent.]

b.

[bauhinia]

That's pretty good, huh? [ Hong Kong seems unfazed by the sight before him. Or just looks that way.

We may never know. Also, he's going to seemingly ignore the question. For now. ]

c

[aijou]

[Natsuki's out on a personal shopping excursion of sorts, which means that he's spending his money on cute decorations for the house in preparation for Halloween.

That's when he pauses by a certain shop and happens to hear the familiar sound of a piano being played, and his curiosity has him going inside. None of the shops in the area have performers, so this is either a new thing happening or someone has decided to give the piano their attention. Natsuki only approaches up to a few feet away from whoever is playing, and he stands quietly, watching him from a polite distance and listens to his performance. He doesn't recognize him, but he plays very well.

Whenever he finishes, Natsuki will take the time to give him an appreciative applause.]

That was wonderful! I haven't heard anyone play the piano in such a long time.

kaburagi maya | some obscure series whatever

[frets]

[You do not expect to walk around with skeletons just hanging about. That is just a fact of life that does not ever need to be changed for any reason. Except here Shinya is, walking around with skeletons. She's doing her hardest to avoid contact with any of them, arms pulled tightly to her body as she practically tiptoes around, even avoiding eye contact with them as she looks down at the ground.

But this is her first mistake, because it doesn't let her keep an eye on any that might be following right behind her, because there is in fact one trailing her. It's not until she feels a bony arm on her shoulder that she panics.]

P-Please don't hurt me--!

[And she snaps, an arm swinging to take a smack at the skeleton to try and push it away.

Or more like the skeleton snaps because she lands a strike right up at the skeleton's head, and the skull goes flying.]

I'M SORRY!!

[Does it soar off into the sky? Does it crash into a nearby house's window? Does she accidentally smack it right into your face a few feet away? You decide.]

[ciao]

[ if italy were a smoother guy he would've caught this, if he were a smoother guy he could've looked cooler all this time. but instead he just tried to be there to lend a hand and just got a skull to the face ]

V-ve!! [ at least he didn't seem too hurt as he waved his hands around ]

B-bella, here! [ reaching out a hand, he offers it to the girl to try and help her out ] This way!

[unehelichkind]

[ He only caught the skull due to reflex. He didn't notice that it was a skull until he looked down.

And back up at her, and back down, and back up. ]

...uh, did you lose a skull, Miss?

MAYA!!!!!!

[comingattraction]

Woah! [ chikara had been coming out to do some location scouting when he was suddenly getting pelted with... skulls.

volleyball reflexes at least help him smack it away from his face, but he hisses, rubbing at his palm. ] Uh, are you - okay?

[ he steps a little closer to maybe distract a skeleton or two. they haven't been voilent, in his experience, just violently annoying-- ] They're not going to hurt you, I don't think.

maria 'momokan' momoe | oofuri!

[coacher]

1. sports, of course
[ with real prompts this time.

clang! clang!

it's not unusual to hear the sound of people practicing in the batting cages late at night at the hhsc. baseball is the second-most popular sport around, currently, but this person in the batting cage is a little different than any of the others. for starters, she's an adult.

also, she's a girl. said girl is maria momoe, who's hitting hardball pitches because it's a good stress relief, and there's nothing more stressful than being ( clang!) kidnapped ( clang! ) when your team ( clang! ) is in the middle of a very, very important tournament -- ( CLANG!! )

the last hit momokan makes hits the back wall of the cage and she steps back, tipping the batting helmet off her head and staring after it for a second with her brows furrowed. she needs to get that documented properly to bring it back home when she gets back to nishiura, and momokan drops the bat and moves over to turn off the machine, muttering something to herself as she checks the settings. ]

2. relaxation, maybe
[ as strange as it is to not be with the nishiura nine at the moment--or with shiga-sensei, or with just about anything that's familiar to her--it's easy to rely on the same tactics they use to relax when she is, um. less than relaxed. temper bubbling since she's arrived, momokan's taking this quiet moment to sit and meditate, her hands folded in her lap, sitting on a bench outside and taking a couple of deep breaths. everything is fine. the nishiura nine are probably fine.

momokan's going to find this landlord and strangle him person--no, no, calming thoughts... calming thoughts... ]

3. wildcard
[ ♥ ]

2.

[bauhinia]

[ Can you meditate if someone sits down right across from you and stares at you intently? Can you, can you?

Just staring.

Blank-faced.

Not moving.

He can do this for hours. ]

eduard markgraf von sekt braunschweig | meine liebe

[unehelichkind]

[ wandering ]

[ Because Ed is a nerd for horses, and a member of the equestrian club at Rozenstoltz, there is one thing he has to know. It's great that he has no problem with approaching strangers, right? ]

Hey, excuse me. Does this place have any stable?

[ sports center/other sports places ]

[ You bet he's going to go inside when he sees the weird building. He's going to pass all the different rooms, and if there's anyone in any of them, doing some sport or other or something, he's going to stop in the door and watch with interest and curiosity. If you take a break, he's even going to approach! ]

That looks so fun.

[ instrument shop ]

[ When he comes across a poiano, he's going to press keys down to see if it's tuned. ]

...would it be alright to play something on it?

[ wildcard ]

[ that "make your own adventure!" option. ]

[ciao]

[ italy's life consists on running around the hotel and looking busy. notice how he really isn't all that busy? but at the inquiry, he pauses and smiles ]

Oh? You play? [ genuine curiosity and something that seemed like excitement ]

Of course, of course, please enjoy yourself. We don't have a player coming in any time soon.

sports center

[withonerope]

[The first thing to do when you're brought to a new place full of strangers (and no friends in sight), as far as Kei was concerned: basketball. Because despite the unfamiliar surroundings, the way his body moves and the sound the ball makes against the floor is comforting.]

Huh?

[He stops, dribbling the ball as he turns smoothly to the newcomer.]

Yeah. I guess?

sports center!

[comingattraction]

[ the volleyball team has free practice periods during the afternoons, sometimes, and chikara's taking advantage of this one to hit spikes off of akaashi for twenty minutes.

he stops to switch out with tanaka and re-tie his shoes, take a drink from his water bottle, and blinks sidelong from where he's bent at the waist to set the bottle back down on the floor. he smiles. ] It is. Have you never played volleyball?

england | nations r us aka what the hell am i doing again tbh

[sod]

[ dude where's my car aka housing district ]

[You'd think after a bunch of times arriving in this hell hole he wouldn't be so disorientated waking up in a garden, the keys in his hand for the generic car in front of him don't sit well with him. Does the Landlord even respect the fact that he had to ask a lot for his own car? Didn't he even use his prize ticket for that thing?

If anyone happens to walk past while he's staring down his "new" car, he'll clear his throat and politely ask:] Ah, excuse me. You wouldn't happen to have seen a black Rolls Royce around here, have you?

[ ding dong ding dong aka pleasure district(??) ]

[Somehow he'd actually hoped that given the amount of time he'd been gone that this atrocity would have been taken away. He doesn't really remember how it came into being now, a lot had happened and there's a lot of new information from home mixing with this place right now but... as he looks up at the replica of Big Ben he's just...

a little embarrassed, actually.]

You'd think after a certain amount of time he'd have the decency to demolish this...

[ school sadly isn't out for summer aka alumni district ]

I suppose if I'm here for a while now I should attempt to seek out some sort of work... [He says while staring at the school ahead of him. It's been ..... a while. He isn't even sure if someone has taken his post in his absence, honestly.]

[ or wildcard me i guess... ]

masayuki hori | gekkan shoujo nozaki-kun

[foreshortening]

[1 - shopping gate]

[hori isn't exactly thinking about buying anything while he's wandering around. in fact, he has a camera in hand as he's walking around the area while he's taking shots of...scenery?

he's also taking shots from low points as well... why...]

[2 - school]

[here's a guy passing out fliers to other students as they pass by. if you catch eye contact with him, he'll approach you to give you a flier too.]

You! Have you ever thought about joining a drama club?

[never mind that there's no such club at school yet... he's trying to collect enough people to create a club, really.]