recolle | this is the reaper's power

WHO: Isaac and you
WHERE: at his pawn shop, at club sunshine, one prompt at his car, and also the bars, naturally.
WHEN: 1/6 to the end of the month
WHAT: Isaac is starting to get his reaper's curse back and things are not going well.
WARNINGS: Alcohol as per usual. Also Isaac being Isaac.

a. 1/6-1/14 Pawn Shop

[It was all little dumb shit that was happening. A vase fell and broke near a customer almost injuring them. Another customer was looking at a piece of wall art and it came off the hook it was on and landed right on them. Thankfully there were no injuries and even the customer said it was a freak accident and nothing on Isaac.

Now kids are coming in saying his place is more haunted than usual, which means he has more of his Instagram and twitter kids coming in, snapping their selfies, and leaving. What makes it worse is that some of them caught video of the random shit going on in his store and he can’t even fight it anymore. That vase did move on it’s own when the person walked by it, shattering almost at their feet (why is it the vases? Those are so expensive…).

In any case, he’s not sure what to do. At some points he’s moving things around and making sure it’s not mice or anything like that, but sure enough everything is in proper condition.

Just what in God’s name is going on? Anyone coming to visit him in this time frame will note he’s very exasperated, and perhaps some small speck of bad luck will meet them too.]

b. 1/6-1/14 Club Sunshine

[It seems this luck was following him everywhere. It’s more noticeable when he’s working his shifts at Club Sunshine. Customers tripping over beer bottles that randomly fell in front of him. Corks just popping off of champagne bottles that Isaac barely even touches. Drinks slipping out of his firm grip and the glasses shattering on the floor—just happenstance that happens to all happen to him. Or is it a coincidence?

He tries to keep his usual cool and calm personality here, but it’s harder to do when whatever the fuck’s going on is not helping with his customer service skills.

Whatever it is, this is following him and it’s annoying.]

c. 1/14 at his car outside of the pawn shop

[No one would believe him if he told the story. He went to his car, his keys and phone fell out of his pocket with his phone hitting the lock button as he just tapped the driver’s side door and it closed, locking his keys and phone in his car…

…at first he’s not even mad because he’s trying to figure out how it happened. Except that’s just a short moment before:]

FUCK! What the fuck is going on?!

[Yeah, he’s hit his limit and he’s upset at this point… someone please call a locksmith so he can be on his way.]

d. All month – barhopping

[Got a bardate with Isaac? Come here and he will teach you good alcohol.

Or just join him, especially in the latter half of the month when everything ever seems to be happening to him and he needs to drink to forget what’s going on with him. Honestly? He needs a friend or two right now so he can explain all this shit going on with him.]

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[Jaeger was planning on heading home without pestering Isaac today, but that exclamation gets him to head on over, holding up a hand in greeting.]

What happened?

[Isaac's not sure if this is a blessing or a curse, but right now he's not going to complain, really. For a moment he just stares inside his car through the driver's side window before he clicks his tongue and speaks.]

Phone and keys are locked inside my car. That's what happened.

...Oh dear, that really is quite the problem. How did that happen?

[He'll approach and peer in the window and... yep. This legit just happened. How is your luck so bad, Isaac...]

I'd tell you, but you'd probably believe me as much as I believe it.

[Except he has no choice but to believe it due to the fact that well, his keys and phone are locked in his car. Just what on earth?]

That certainly is unfortunate. Do you want to borrow my phone?

Yeah, if I may that'd be nice.

[He'll hold his hand out for said phone.]

[Here you go! He'll hand the phone over easily and then look back at the car again.]

My, that really is incredibly unlucky...

[ he got the message from Isaac about him heading to the bar. luckily he had the night free, and with that, he got dressed (what does one wear when going to a bar? probably something casual) and headed out to meet his drinking teacher ]

So, how shall we begin?

[Casual is good. It's all Isaac wears to the bar anyway. Even if it were a date, he'd still be casual since it's not like he's trying to impress anyone anyway.

But this will make for a pretty fun night, he thinks. Teaching people the ropes about good drinks and how to enjoy themselves.]

Well, what kinds of flavors do you prefer? Also what alcohols do you like?

[Hey, he'll ease him into it as much as he wants to just pour him a glass of whiskey on the rocks in hopes that he'd enjoy it.]

[ If there's anybody that needs to learn how to enjoy themselves, it's Frederick Baudin. He gives Isaac an awkward laugh as he thinks about how to answer this. ]

Hmm, I suppose I prefer subtle flavors, nothing that is so much in your face. As for alcohols? I'm afraid my experience is mostly limited to beers and wines. And I prefer beer over wine.

Maybe a peach ale would be best to start with.

[Something that's thicker, but not so in your face, Isaac thinks. Nothing wrong with that if someone would want something light.]

It's got a subtle taste, but I think it would help get you toward that acquired taste of the stronger tasting things.

And I do like the taste of peach.

Very well then, I'd start with that. [ He stands up to get it but looks at Isaac ] And what would you like? First round on me.

[ Sometimes Kiryu just wants to have a chat at the Club and sometimes that means being a paying customer but whatever. Kiryu has never been a bright spender, and if that means paying Majima so he can sit and chat up Isaac, that's fine with him.

They're both sitting at a booth, their table having been wiped dry after Kiryu's glass spilled over and Isaac's loose grip caused them to be down one bottle of (thankfully) white wine. Somewhere, on the other side of the club, another host missteps, only to be followed by the sound of glass shattering. ]

That's the third glass today. Wonder what's up?

[It's been one mishap over another, though he can't help but be grateful that Kiryu is his paying customer. At least it makes it so he doesn't feel like he has to win over his guest when so much shit's been going on. There's a sigh from Isaac as if he almost understands what's going on. Almost. He just knows that it probably has to do with him. After all, all this has been happening around him the past few days.]

I don't know what's going on, but it might be me.

[Except when that comes out of his mouth, even he knows that sounds ridiculous.]

Why? Did you break a bunch of mirrors on the way here?

[ It does sound ridiculous, but Kiryu's been to Club Sunshine enough times to know that this isn't normal by a long shot. Unless the new Retrospec thing is bad luck? ]

No, but a bunch of shit's been happening all around me for no apparent reason.

[All sorts of things falling and breaking...]

[ Kiryu pauses to consider it. Is bad luck any weirder than the shit they've dealt with? ]

Are you cursed or something? It could be someone is just messing with you on purpose.

[Taking a medical leave from work means that Rose honestly has a bit too much time on her hands, but finding ways to kill time beats dealing with regulars gawking at her and asking what happened. That's her logic on the issue at least, and that's why she decided to swing by Isaac's pawn shop with a plastic bag in hand to pawn things off.

Except it's almost all literally garbage. Oops. Then again, that's standard fair for Rose.

What's not standard fair is for her to open the door only for a vase on a shelf nowhere near her to come immediately crashing down. There's no one near it, and she's still at the door, but she still turns immediately to Isaac to say:]

That wasn't my fault, got that?

[He's almost so used to Rose bringing in garbage that he doesn't say anything to her anymore. Anyone else would have gotten the standard "you actually think I'm going to pay you for this crap?" lecture, but he knows she's doing it to deliberately piss him off and make an attempt for a pretty penny. Who knows? One man's trash could be another man's treasure!

So when she comes in, he sighs and shakes his head like he knows what to except as he gives her a wry smile... at least until he hears that vase crash and fall. His fingers go to pinch the bridge of his nose.]

...not again.

[Yeah, it's seeming like he's getting a little used to these mishaps and he doesn't like it at all.]

"Again"? [She closes the door behind her, walking over to the now broken vase to get a better look at it.] What, you bump into one earlier today or something?

Not at all. Another one fell at random and almost landed on a small child with who was with her mother looking around.

[He felt pretty awful about that one considering he would never want to see a child harmed, ever. And he knows no one touched that vase, either.]

Shit. She was okay, right? [Never let it be said that she doesn't have a softspot for kids, no matter how vehemently she'd deny it.] So what, things've just been falling all day? Or it just vases.

[Which seems weirdly specific honestly.]

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