Yusuke "shibari is an art form" Kitagawa (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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recolle2017-10-06 06:07 pm
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open ⟹ [spooky scary skeletons intensifies]
WHO: Yusuke Kitagawa and you...!
WHERE: Various places around Recolle
WHEN: Throughout October
WHAT: Event related shenanigans, as well as any mundane things that occur over the course of October.
WARNINGS: Spoilers for one of the early P5 palaces, cw for death, causes of death and hospitals if that's not your thing. Will update as needed.
Nightmares - The Mourning After
[There's something a little too quiet about the room you find yourself in. It's clearly a private hospital room - there's even a clinical scent of antiseptic in the air, and the background noise of machines beeping and chatter coming from the outside - but it's very still and solemn. The curtains at the wall have been closed, and the lights are off. On the bedside table there is a vase of flowers - predominantly lilies, almost overwhelming and choking a single anemone flower at the centre.
The covers on the bed are pulled up over whoever is - was? - occupying it. The body is either taller, and broader, or small and petite. Depending on which version of the nightmare you've entered, things may change but not obviously. The body is the obvious change - it's either a man or a woman in that bed. The man's room never changes - the patient chart lists an exact time, date and name every time. A Friday evening, some six years ago. The cause of death is always the same as well, trauma and blood loss following a vehicular accident.
The woman's chart changes every time. The date could be in the future, tomorrow, a week from now, three years from now. And the cause of death is always different. Sometimes it's a heart attack. Sometimes it's an accident. Sometimes it's organ failure of any and every kind.
Yusuke is in the room too. He's not saying anything, or even moving. He's just staring at the hospital bed with an almost disturbing intensity.]
Nightmare - bill, bills, bills.
[You're in a rather bright and pleasant looking hallway. It's not big, or grand, but it looks clean and well kept. There are a couple of hand painted, lovingly framed pictures on the wall and a potted plant propped up by the front door. Nothing seems especially amiss.
And then a letter drops through the letter box - white and simple, but with big red letters stamped across the front: OVERDUE.
And then another: FINAL WARNING. And another, and another, and another - more and more falling through the letter box, all official looking all stamped with large red warnings. There are so many of them they're starting to pile up and spill off the welcome mat onto the floor.
Yusuke steps around you, barely even seeing you, and grabs a few letters from the top of the pile, leafing through them with a deepening frown on his face. Then he glances up, and finally realises he's not alone.]
Ah. [He glances back at the letters, and then back at you.] I wasn't expecting to see anyone today... if you wouldn't mind coming back later? Something has [and he glances back at the letters, still piling onto the floor] come up.
Fog - Azazel
[Yusuke is used to a lack of sleep. It defines his life when he's going through a burst inspiration - in order to properly make the most of it he needs to grasp it as soon as it emerges, so he can do it justice. All nighters and broken sleep are all normal for him.
But this is intense - more so than usual. He's used to having a deep, restful sleep because he almost just passes out as soon as his head hits the pillow. Not necessarily dreamless, but never as clear and unnerving as the kinds of nightmares that have been plaguing him - eerie and uncertain. He can feel that bone deep tiredness throughout him by now, and while he can solider through it, he feels heavy and sluggish. Slow and stupid. And the fog, wherever it came from, definitely isn't helping things. He's disoriented enough without his vision literally being taken from him by thick waves of fog.]
Troublesome. How am I supposed to navigate my way home through all of this?
[And in the background, there are... sounds. Like liquid hitting solid. Like ink hitting the floor, and the feeling of something disturbing the natural swirl of the fog around them. Something with no feet can't make any obvious noise, after all.
Maybe you're just walking nearby, or maybe you're walking with Yusuke. Either way, if you're nearby you'll have a front seat view for when this lunges out of the fog at him, gaudy and over the top looking. Each painting keeps clustered together, like a impressionist's painting of a face, but they can and do move independently, swiping down in arcs at Yusuke and anyone near him.
It might be an idea to run.]
[A note: Madarame's paintings can quite literally paint your character with black paint, which leads to them being more susceptible to status ailments - translating that to Recolle, your character might find their balance off, or vision going funny, as examples.]
Random - throw something at me
[If there's anything you want to try - nightmare, fog or just mundane shenanigans related, then go for it! If you want to chat, my plotting comment is here, and you can find me on![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
tsundoku, or PM me.]
WHERE: Various places around Recolle
WHEN: Throughout October
WHAT: Event related shenanigans, as well as any mundane things that occur over the course of October.
WARNINGS: Spoilers for one of the early P5 palaces, cw for death, causes of death and hospitals if that's not your thing. Will update as needed.
Nightmares - The Mourning After
[There's something a little too quiet about the room you find yourself in. It's clearly a private hospital room - there's even a clinical scent of antiseptic in the air, and the background noise of machines beeping and chatter coming from the outside - but it's very still and solemn. The curtains at the wall have been closed, and the lights are off. On the bedside table there is a vase of flowers - predominantly lilies, almost overwhelming and choking a single anemone flower at the centre.
The covers on the bed are pulled up over whoever is - was? - occupying it. The body is either taller, and broader, or small and petite. Depending on which version of the nightmare you've entered, things may change but not obviously. The body is the obvious change - it's either a man or a woman in that bed. The man's room never changes - the patient chart lists an exact time, date and name every time. A Friday evening, some six years ago. The cause of death is always the same as well, trauma and blood loss following a vehicular accident.
The woman's chart changes every time. The date could be in the future, tomorrow, a week from now, three years from now. And the cause of death is always different. Sometimes it's a heart attack. Sometimes it's an accident. Sometimes it's organ failure of any and every kind.
Yusuke is in the room too. He's not saying anything, or even moving. He's just staring at the hospital bed with an almost disturbing intensity.]
Nightmare - bill, bills, bills.
[You're in a rather bright and pleasant looking hallway. It's not big, or grand, but it looks clean and well kept. There are a couple of hand painted, lovingly framed pictures on the wall and a potted plant propped up by the front door. Nothing seems especially amiss.
And then a letter drops through the letter box - white and simple, but with big red letters stamped across the front: OVERDUE.
And then another: FINAL WARNING. And another, and another, and another - more and more falling through the letter box, all official looking all stamped with large red warnings. There are so many of them they're starting to pile up and spill off the welcome mat onto the floor.
Yusuke steps around you, barely even seeing you, and grabs a few letters from the top of the pile, leafing through them with a deepening frown on his face. Then he glances up, and finally realises he's not alone.]
Ah. [He glances back at the letters, and then back at you.] I wasn't expecting to see anyone today... if you wouldn't mind coming back later? Something has [and he glances back at the letters, still piling onto the floor] come up.
Fog - Azazel
[Yusuke is used to a lack of sleep. It defines his life when he's going through a burst inspiration - in order to properly make the most of it he needs to grasp it as soon as it emerges, so he can do it justice. All nighters and broken sleep are all normal for him.
But this is intense - more so than usual. He's used to having a deep, restful sleep because he almost just passes out as soon as his head hits the pillow. Not necessarily dreamless, but never as clear and unnerving as the kinds of nightmares that have been plaguing him - eerie and uncertain. He can feel that bone deep tiredness throughout him by now, and while he can solider through it, he feels heavy and sluggish. Slow and stupid. And the fog, wherever it came from, definitely isn't helping things. He's disoriented enough without his vision literally being taken from him by thick waves of fog.]
Troublesome. How am I supposed to navigate my way home through all of this?
[And in the background, there are... sounds. Like liquid hitting solid. Like ink hitting the floor, and the feeling of something disturbing the natural swirl of the fog around them. Something with no feet can't make any obvious noise, after all.
Maybe you're just walking nearby, or maybe you're walking with Yusuke. Either way, if you're nearby you'll have a front seat view for when this lunges out of the fog at him, gaudy and over the top looking. Each painting keeps clustered together, like a impressionist's painting of a face, but they can and do move independently, swiping down in arcs at Yusuke and anyone near him.
It might be an idea to run.]
[A note: Madarame's paintings can quite literally paint your character with black paint, which leads to them being more susceptible to status ailments - translating that to Recolle, your character might find their balance off, or vision going funny, as examples.]
Random - throw something at me
[If there's anything you want to try - nightmare, fog or just mundane shenanigans related, then go for it! If you want to chat, my plotting comment is here, and you can find me on
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