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recolle2018-02-15 12:40 pm
compendiem) wrote in recolle2018-02-15 12:40 pm
[OPEN] you will be given one day
WHO: Minato & OTA
WHERE: around the city
WHEN: noon 2/15-noon 2/16
WHAT: packs for a camping trip two weeks late bc this is his life
WARNINGS: none
i. around town
[ Minato wants to sleep so, so, so, so bad, and looks like he needs it— dark circles under his eyes, disheveled hair, feet that drag and wear down the bottoms of his shoes when he makes a beeline straight for home. First things first, check that the cat's still alive. Second, resist the siren call of bed so he can take a quick shower, grab some clothes out of the closet, empty the cupboards and set aside some bags next to the front door to pick up later. Zee had called it a vacation, and he knows he should try to get some proper rest, but he can't. It's a supply run day, and he needs to make every minute count.
Grocery store for food. The pharmacy for meds. Charger, battery, extra socks, a package of Kobe beef that he weighs in one hand and deliberates whether he should buy this (he buys this). Both sleeping pills and energy drinks, as if he can't decide how to live, and honestly, he doesn't.
It feels like end times, a little, him way out of his element and wondering what is he even doing? Why is he doing this? What's the point. Everything gets dumped into the trunk of his car, but then he just. leans back against it, hands smothering his face and looking like he wants to scream or cry but can't do either, so he just hisses a long sigh through his teeth. He wants to sleep, but he can't. Not yet.
ii. velvet room
[ When he does sleep, it's past midnight and he doesn't go home. He goes to the Velvet Room next to Pizza Port so he can crash somewhere that's hopefully deserted like it's always been the handful of times he's gone inside, the elevator music being all that lifts his feet from step to step as it fills his soul with calm.
He's walking right past that dinky little chair and crashing on Igor's couch; he's not here, he can't stop him. ]
(note: only Persona protags/Liz may enter the Velvet Room, but those with high spiritual sense can notice the door and call out to Minato trying to open this fake door at the dead end of an alleyway)
iii. waffle house mailbox
[ The first afternoon was a supply run, thrown together feverishly but it'd gotten done, so the next morning, Minato makes sure to drop off his apartment rent for the next two months in case Zee needs them held hostage for that long, and his last stop for the day is the mailbox in front of the waffle house. He looks at the ticket in his hands:
"bat with nails driven into it"
and prays this isn't a live bat. He gets his wish, but who knows if this is any better? Those sure are nails jutting out of the wooden bat, rusted but sharp when Minato almost drops it in surprise, covered with so much blood that it's soaked into the wood and the cloth grip and would be impossible to wash out.
A smarter person would stick this right back into the mailbox before somebody can see. Minato is not that smart a person, so there he goes dragging this bloody nail bat throughout town, head bowed with his hair overshadowing dark eyes and looking very much like he's out to kill. He just. Really wants to go home and sleep. ]
wc.
[ general meetings; he can be found anywhere around town, so feel free to make up a location ]
WHERE: around the city
WHEN: noon 2/15-noon 2/16
WHAT: packs for a camping trip two weeks late bc this is his life
WARNINGS: none
i. around town
[ Minato wants to sleep so, so, so, so bad, and looks like he needs it— dark circles under his eyes, disheveled hair, feet that drag and wear down the bottoms of his shoes when he makes a beeline straight for home. First things first, check that the cat's still alive. Second, resist the siren call of bed so he can take a quick shower, grab some clothes out of the closet, empty the cupboards and set aside some bags next to the front door to pick up later. Zee had called it a vacation, and he knows he should try to get some proper rest, but he can't. It's a supply run day, and he needs to make every minute count.
Grocery store for food. The pharmacy for meds. Charger, battery, extra socks, a package of Kobe beef that he weighs in one hand and deliberates whether he should buy this (he buys this). Both sleeping pills and energy drinks, as if he can't decide how to live, and honestly, he doesn't.
It feels like end times, a little, him way out of his element and wondering what is he even doing? Why is he doing this? What's the point. Everything gets dumped into the trunk of his car, but then he just. leans back against it, hands smothering his face and looking like he wants to scream or cry but can't do either, so he just hisses a long sigh through his teeth. He wants to sleep, but he can't. Not yet.
ii. velvet room
[ When he does sleep, it's past midnight and he doesn't go home. He goes to the Velvet Room next to Pizza Port so he can crash somewhere that's hopefully deserted like it's always been the handful of times he's gone inside, the elevator music being all that lifts his feet from step to step as it fills his soul with calm.
He's walking right past that dinky little chair and crashing on Igor's couch; he's not here, he can't stop him. ]
(note: only Persona protags/Liz may enter the Velvet Room, but those with high spiritual sense can notice the door and call out to Minato trying to open this fake door at the dead end of an alleyway)
iii. waffle house mailbox
[ The first afternoon was a supply run, thrown together feverishly but it'd gotten done, so the next morning, Minato makes sure to drop off his apartment rent for the next two months in case Zee needs them held hostage for that long, and his last stop for the day is the mailbox in front of the waffle house. He looks at the ticket in his hands:
"bat with nails driven into it"
and prays this isn't a live bat. He gets his wish, but who knows if this is any better? Those sure are nails jutting out of the wooden bat, rusted but sharp when Minato almost drops it in surprise, covered with so much blood that it's soaked into the wood and the cloth grip and would be impossible to wash out.
A smarter person would stick this right back into the mailbox before somebody can see. Minato is not that smart a person, so there he goes dragging this bloody nail bat throughout town, head bowed with his hair overshadowing dark eyes and looking very much like he's out to kill. He just. Really wants to go home and sleep. ]
wc.
[ general meetings; he can be found anywhere around town, so feel free to make up a location ]