[semi-open] bingo overflow

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WHO: Juzo Sakakura and you!
WHERE: Around the city
WHEN: Throughout July
WHAT: Overflow for bingo threads + catchall
WARNINGS: Foul language probably
[Open to new tag-ins and all the wildcards, just hit me up if there's something else you'd like to do! Juzo's bingo card is here! I'll be posting overflow threads and one new tournament prompt in the comments.]

I-A: With great power
[Juzo's been staring at his card for a minute or two. Use your powers around someone new, it says. Sure, it's no big deal. Every other cop in comics has a superpower, heck, even teens have them.

This isn't a comic book, though. But it's not going to stop him from getting that damned bingo. It's time to make a virtue of necessity. To do this, however, he needs to buy twenty donuts first. With that done, he's going to look out for people who are clearly trying to get a bingo themselves.]

Hey. You can watch me eat these in one minute and I'll help you out with yours. Deal?

[He sounds...almost nice?!]

I-B: The number you are trying to reach is currently unavailable
[Those memories he's gonna get better be good because he's going to call a stranger right here and right now. That's not all, however&Mdash;the plan is to kill two birds with one stone and not only call a stranger, but also sing them a ballad. Honestly, he wants to give himself a pat on the back for this great idea. But first things first, so he inserts a random number and greets whoever's on the other side:]

Listen, this is important. You have to listen to what I have to tell you and don't you dare hang up.

I-C: Go, fight, win

[Two Rock'em Sock'em Robots box sets? Check. It should be more than enough to organize a tournament...hopefully. He can't afford a third, anyway. ]

Juzo Sakakura shared a photo. 7/4 near Tisse

Do you like boxing? Robots? Boxing robots? Competition? You can experience all these and much more during the Rock'em Sock'em Robots Tournament at my place on the 14th of July. Message me for more details.

[After publishing the post, he throws a glance at framed photo on the drawer. He's doing it for you guys, whoever you are!! IT TOOK HIM TWO FREAKING HOURS TO MAKE IT SOMEWHAT APPEALING, T W O. And it's still far from ideal, but he tried his best.]

Comments

7/14; tournament (open mingle)

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( A )
[Organizing the whole thing is a pain in the ass and Juzo can't even be sure if anybody comes—he hasn't done much advertising, after all. Well, it's kind of understandable as he doesn't want a horde of strangers walking around his flat. At least he has bought some snacks and if nobody comes, he'll eat everything alone.

What a sad man.

Instead of waiting for people to come at home, he'll be wandering near the building pretending that he's just out for a walk or something. Totally not waiting.

What a sad man.]

( B )

[Being a host is difficult, man. That's why he's not organizing, well, anything—it's not his fault that it's just too draining. He didn't even get to play much, so after everything's over and with the winner announced, he looks longingly at the toy.]

I'd rather have a real spar, but...wanna play?

( Wildcard )
[Anything goes!]

B.

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Do I want to play?

[Fynn repeats with a growing grin upon his lips as he nods.]

Hell yea, I wanna play! LET'S DO THIS!

[Here comes a new challenger! This loud mouth cop is gearing up to go.]

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[He's just as eager as Fynn, honestly. And totally ignores that he's acting like a five years old boy right now.]

YEAH! 3 MATCHES WITH 3 ROUNDS?!

[A very loud five years old boy.]

Pick your robot, be my guest!!

[When will he realize that he's too enthusiastic about this.]

[rygdea]

[Ow! There goes Fynn's eardrums again. How come whenever Juzo is around, he always goes deaf in one ear? He gives his colleague an amused smirk before a quickly nabbing one of the robots. He has no idea what color it is cause Retrospec and their bullshit but colors don't matter here.

It's still weird that everything is so gray for the most part.]

C'mon! Let's put our money where our mouthes are! Twenty dollars says I kick your ass!

→ Lucy

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What have you just said—

[Crap, some people are coming this way. There goes his plan to teach her a lesson; on top of that, Juzo needs to calm down immediately. His hands, curled into fists and held up making him look like he's about to throw a punch just a moment ago, are now in his pockets.]

Asking for trouble as usual...some things may change, but this won't am I right, Takada?

[He's definitely trying to provoke her somehow with this provoking tone of his.]

[long_live_the_queen]

[Lucy kept staring at him, like she was daring him to throw a punch. The sound of distant voices and the flickering circles of flashlights weren't enough to make her move either.

But most of what Juzo says rolls off her shoulders.

Except her last name.

Lucy's scowl deepens.]

Don't call me that.

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Should I call you miss Takada instead?

[The point










Juzo]

[long_live_the_queen]

[A flat look.]

Seriously.

[That did make Lucy move, though! Sort of. She was sitting up, to better glare at him. But her legs were still sprawled on the bench.]

→ Tuuri

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[TUURI YOU'RE TOO GOOD. He might have broken his personal record thanks to her excited cheers.]

Y-Yeah...

[Full sentences are beyond his reach at present. A bottle of water isn't, thankfully—he pulls one out from the bag he had the donuts in and takes greedy gulps like his life depended on it.

Well, in a way...]

Holy shit...nice teamwork we have here. Those numbers, you know, the Icelandic ones... [Okay, so it's still too difficult to finish a sentence, but after a deep breath, Juzo adds:] Cool power. And you're probably the only one who has it around the city.

[skald]

[She visibly relaxes once he pulls out some water. Excellent, that leaves her plenty of time to gush while he recovers!]

That was amazing! You totally did it! [TEAMWORK IS THE BEST!!

No one has ever said that Icelandic was cool before-- useful, when Ainsley happened to have letters in Icelandic for her to read, but it always seemed so... unnecessary.]

You really think so? About it being cool, I mean, I probably am the only one who has it around the city.

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[Ah...he's blushing now. Her support is way beyond his expectations. The worst part is that he can't quite cover his face while drinking water and when he's done it's already too late to hide anything.]

...Thanks, really.

[Looking away, his gaze turns to Tuuri once again after her question reaches his ears. Then, his eyebrows go high up as he's clearly surprised.]

Yeah, I think so. If that idiot Jim will try to pull off some shit and turn the language of the app to Icelandic, everyone will want your help. [That's a pretty extreme example perhaps, but who knows!!] It sucks you don't have anybody to talk to in Icelandic, though.

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[Tuuri, likewise, doesn't know what to do with this praise. It always seemed like the crappiest hand that she could have drawn, when everyone else was getting magic and godhood and things like that--

Well, no, not the crappiest. She remembers Majima's eyepatch, and how he studiously avoided talking about it. But something useless.]

Yeah. I mean, that does sound like something Jim would do, doesn't it? [No, it doesn't. She'd just like to believe it does, because if it did happen, she'd be able to save the day.] And I can always... talk to people in Iceland in the meantime!

→ David

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No idea, they didn't set a limit. I thought three or four people will do but now that you've said it...

[He tried so hard and got so far, but in the end it doesn't really matter.]

I'm screwed, aren't I....

[negativism]

Maybe, maybe not. Usually tournaments have at least eight, right? Don't think it'd be much more than that and who knows, maybe someone can knock out another weirdo prompt of this while they're waiting for their turn or something.

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They do, but man. It's a damn plastic toy that you mash...where do I find eight people who want to do some mashing on a Friday evening??

[Besides Juzo, that is. He's hooked on this damn plastic toy, actually. But he shouldn't probably even take part in it if he's supposed to host it, so there.]

It would be easier with regular boxing, damn.

[negativism]

Pretty sure you can round up enough people with some sort of incentive. Get a prize going for the top 3 or something.

→ Yuki

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Why not?! Besides, I don't have anything else I'm good at.

[Damn, he didn't mean to say it like that. Too late.]

If they're not playing fair, then why should I? Sure, if I had some superhero power, I'd rather do that, but it's not my goddamn fault.

[starfruitfrog]

That's not true. [He must be good at other things! Sato has no idea what they are but he Believes.]

I was just wondering because I don't have any amazing powers either. If you can use it, maybe I can use a more mundane superpower, too.

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[Juzo flinches at that, he's no good at dealing with kindness.]

How would you know... [He clears his throat.] Uh, well. I figured that they're shitty people, but not that shitty to give us impossible stuff to do. And if I'm wrong I'm gonna give them a piece of my mind.

[With that said, he raises his fists. Of course.]

Shouldn't your knack for figures count?

→ Yuuri

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[While Juzo knows how stupid the whole thing was, he's definitely going to feel like an idiot for rest of the day, at least. Singing a goddamn ballad to a stranger over the phone...thanks Retrospec.]

This is an actual task? [He raises his eyebrows, a bit confused.] Weird. Jim was running out of ideas, I guess...

[This Jim guy...he's the worst.]

You kind of did that a while ago, but sure, go for it.

[wantshappiness]

[Just wait for the inevitable moment when she realizes he's her uncle's friend...]

I did?

[About what?

She's furrowing her brows in concentration as she tries to find something weird to compliment him about.]

Um. Your phone number is nice?

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[Looking forward to this, ngl!!]

...

[Wait, what. He would never think about complimenting someone's phone number. Not that he thinks about being nice to people on a daily basis, but still.]

Oh, yeah. Thanks. It's pretty...easy to remember, I guess? Or something.

[What an elaborate comment.]

This should work as a weird compliment...

→ Togusa

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"Too bad, I'd like to compare it with my own car."

Speaking of blackmail photos, a feeling of uneasiness rolls down Juzo's spine. It's been literally months and he hasn't found out the culprit behind his pageant photos yet. Not that he's been trying hard, though...

With Togusa's approval of the idea, Juzo can proceed with the preparations. Before he grabs the gloves and headgear himself, he pulls out two bottles of water. They may come in handy, even though the match isn't particularly long.

Smiling cheekily, Juzo adjusts the headgear. "Okay, but aside from pranks...what weird shit have you done this week? Or do you want to tell me after I win?"

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[standalonehuman]

Togusa lets out a laugh. "Oh, man." No question or objection to the idea that Juzo is going to win, but he has to think about this week. He nods gratefully as he takes the water bottle.

"Building a sand castle with Izunia's brother and our med examiner, you know Sutcliffe? That wins it. Helped out Kihara with one of those, too, then got to take a video of my dog wrecking it." He can't help but smile at the memory. "Play a game of cops and robbers, I got out of that one with water guns. Despite the damn chocobos? It's been a fun week."

"How about you? You seem to be playing along to a point, at least?"

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"Yeah. There's something I have to remember, no matter what it takes. I wouldn't take part in this bullshit if it wasn't for that, I guess."

For a moment there, Juzo seems rather pensive while looking on the red boxing gloves.

"You got the sand castle one too? Making adults play in the sand...what a classy bunch, those retrospec people. I got free baked goods out of this stupid game, so that's it. Oh, and this of course."

He's not going to mention singing a ballad because well. This is a thing he wants to forget, actually.

"Okay, let's get started."