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recolle2018-02-15 06:38 pm
livingimpaired) wrote in recolle2018-02-15 06:38 pm
open + one closed prompt
WHO: Kei Shigaraki and OPEN, Kei Shigaraki and Howard Carter (ohrlyeh).
WHERE: His inappropriately named RAMEN shop and back-alley clinic + wildcard, if those don't work.
WHEN: 2/15.
WHAT: Just another day in paradise.
WARNINGS: Nihilism, drinking, and dark TYPE-MOON thoughts in closed Lovecraft thread, but otherwise, there shouldn't be any warnings.
A. [ open ]
[ The restaurant itself is relatively small. It only has a counter where one can watch the cooking and three booths. And while the outside may say "ramen," the inside smells of thick of mapo tofu. Most who visit are well aware that Kei only serves mapo tofu or mapo-tofu flavored ramen.
There is an exceptionally secret menu where he sometimes cooks actual ramen, but only few know of its existence. Kei, himself, has to be in the right mood to make it, too. And, of course, the challenge is always ready and waiting. Only a few people have shown up on the Hall of Fame -- and the rest have left in tears. Due to the spice (and maybe due to the sense of failure they feel).
All in all, the day has been about has he expected it to be. A few customers here and there, but mostly quiet. Few people actually want to burn the ever-loving hell out of their mouths before returning to work or ending the day, after all. He lifts his head when he hears the chime of the door. ]
Welcome. For all those that understand my words, the Retrospect offers a small cut. Does that mean anything to you?
B. [ open ]
[ Now, the restaurant may be small, but the back-alley clinic is bigger. Not by much, but it certainly has more space to walk around. It may be just how sparse he keeps the area, too. Only thing in it is the medical bed, two separating curtains, and a few chairs for his patient and him to sit. The rest of space is occupied by cabinets, counters, a small sink, and storage closets. ]
It really feels like I haven't been able to be here in awhile. [ He says aloud. One hand on his hip, he turns to his patient in question. ] I'm afraid there isn't going to be any discount for your visit. I'm not so irresponsible an adult as to slash prices here. [ He chuckles to himself, finding the dry joke somewhat amusing. ]
Well? What is ailing you, then?
C. [ closed to Howard Craft (ohrlyeh) ]
Howard, it is good to see you.
[ The shop is closed. He, however, is already setting out the bottle of bourbon whiskey that he promised -- ah, what feels like ages ago. Kei feels relieved to drink with his friend. There has been minor concern that if he were to become intoxicated that the memories that have been clouding his insides may take shape. If that is to happen, he can't be certain of the safety of himself or the individual. However, in the case of Howard, he believes it will end well.
Howard would choose the path of least resistance and continued life. Neither one would end up too injured -- and threads of murder will be coolly brushed under the rug due to apathy and slothful desires. It honestly puts him in quite the good mood. Well. As good a mood as he ever gets in. But he feels a tinge of interest in hearing about what his friend has been doing in the fishing village; in talking about how someone close to him has also been taking enjoyment out of the imagined sufferings of others. ]
I'm feeling quite glad that things are going to settle soon for you. No matter what you do now, you shall have destroyed the town. [ Peeling the sealing off the bottle, he lifts it up. ] That is reason for celebration, hm?
D [ open ]
[ Wild card. Got a prompt that you would rather use? Go ahead and use it. I'll roll with whatever reason this trashcan is there. ]
ohrlyeh).WHERE: His inappropriately named RAMEN shop and back-alley clinic + wildcard, if those don't work.
WHEN: 2/15.
WHAT: Just another day in paradise.
WARNINGS: Nihilism, drinking, and dark TYPE-MOON thoughts in closed Lovecraft thread, but otherwise, there shouldn't be any warnings.
A. [ open ]
[ The restaurant itself is relatively small. It only has a counter where one can watch the cooking and three booths. And while the outside may say "ramen," the inside smells of thick of mapo tofu. Most who visit are well aware that Kei only serves mapo tofu or mapo-tofu flavored ramen.
There is an exceptionally secret menu where he sometimes cooks actual ramen, but only few know of its existence. Kei, himself, has to be in the right mood to make it, too. And, of course, the challenge is always ready and waiting. Only a few people have shown up on the Hall of Fame -- and the rest have left in tears. Due to the spice (and maybe due to the sense of failure they feel).
All in all, the day has been about has he expected it to be. A few customers here and there, but mostly quiet. Few people actually want to burn the ever-loving hell out of their mouths before returning to work or ending the day, after all. He lifts his head when he hears the chime of the door. ]
Welcome. For all those that understand my words, the Retrospect offers a small cut. Does that mean anything to you?
B. [ open ]
[ Now, the restaurant may be small, but the back-alley clinic is bigger. Not by much, but it certainly has more space to walk around. It may be just how sparse he keeps the area, too. Only thing in it is the medical bed, two separating curtains, and a few chairs for his patient and him to sit. The rest of space is occupied by cabinets, counters, a small sink, and storage closets. ]
It really feels like I haven't been able to be here in awhile. [ He says aloud. One hand on his hip, he turns to his patient in question. ] I'm afraid there isn't going to be any discount for your visit. I'm not so irresponsible an adult as to slash prices here. [ He chuckles to himself, finding the dry joke somewhat amusing. ]
Well? What is ailing you, then?
C. [ closed to Howard Craft (
ohrlyeh) ]Howard, it is good to see you.
[ The shop is closed. He, however, is already setting out the bottle of bourbon whiskey that he promised -- ah, what feels like ages ago. Kei feels relieved to drink with his friend. There has been minor concern that if he were to become intoxicated that the memories that have been clouding his insides may take shape. If that is to happen, he can't be certain of the safety of himself or the individual. However, in the case of Howard, he believes it will end well.
Howard would choose the path of least resistance and continued life. Neither one would end up too injured -- and threads of murder will be coolly brushed under the rug due to apathy and slothful desires. It honestly puts him in quite the good mood. Well. As good a mood as he ever gets in. But he feels a tinge of interest in hearing about what his friend has been doing in the fishing village; in talking about how someone close to him has also been taking enjoyment out of the imagined sufferings of others. ]
I'm feeling quite glad that things are going to settle soon for you. No matter what you do now, you shall have destroyed the town. [ Peeling the sealing off the bottle, he lifts it up. ] That is reason for celebration, hm?
D [ open ]
[ Wild card. Got a prompt that you would rather use? Go ahead and use it. I'll roll with whatever reason this trashcan is there. ]