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plummeting through life | open
WHO: Yato and you!
WHERE: Outside of Recolle Jail, various
WHEN: Saturday, July 15 (backdated)
WHAT: Yato springs himself out of jail and grapples with weightlessness to the inconvenience of all.
WARNINGS: None!
A. Defying gravity (badly) | OTA
[ Maybe you’re on your way to the hospital or Worship Corner. Maybe you’re a cop leaving the station, about to make your rounds. Maybe you’re just passing through to get across town. Whatever reason you have to be in Tribunal Terrace, you’re in danger of getting wrecking balled by one (1) god in what is plainly a jail uniform.
Yato woke up this morning with his body feeling curiously light -- a sensation he knew might be coming someday, given the detachment he always feels in his hallucinomemories. Like he only has one foot in the physical world. The other is rooted on a different shore, far less tangible.
He knew this was coming, and yet it’s a frightening feeling in real life, waking up with part of him gone. Over a hundred pounds of bone and tissue, simply pulled out of him. He takes up just as much volume, but his mass is all gone. Where did it go? Where is he going?
The man named Yato is drifting away to a place unseen, immeasurable. It saddens him in a way he cannot grasp.
When he walks, it’s a wonder he doesn’t fly. It’s a miracle that his feet still touch the floor of his gray jail cell. He paces like an animal caged, but in reality he’s only trying to relearn his body. It’s one thing to go for a ride in another Yato’s body in a hallucinomemory, and a whole other thing to take the wheel. He doesn’t need to dig his feet into the ground so forcefully or expect so much impact on his joints. Sometimes he has to touch himself to make sure he’s still all here.
Once he has the walking thing down and it’s about time for his recreational allowance, he shouts at a guard to let him out. The guard is, as usual, visibly surprised to see that an inmate has been in the cell all along and cuffs Yato to take him along to the exercise yard. When he’s uncuffed again and the guard walks away, Yato waits to be forgotten again. The guards always forget when they look away. He could spend all day in the exercise yard if he wanted to. Finally, Yato winds himself up, runs -- and jumps for the fortress wall of the prison.
He sails clear over it with rather less composure than he’d like to admit, the magnitude of his leap vastly exceeding his own expectations. It’s almost peaceful way up in the air, the sounds of the city falling away for a few brief seconds. And then all too soon he’s plummeting back to the earth, about to land who-knows-where. If it’s on the ground, then the good news is that it won’t hurt Yato. If it’s on a car or some other hollow object, then the good news is that he’ll only leave a little dent. You can totally buff that out. If it’s on a person, then the good news is that with his fractional weight, he won’t kill them… probably.
In any case, SURPRISE… A blue-eyed jail escapee is dropping into your life. ]
B. A sentimental god | for existing CR
[ After hopping back into jail, retrieving his possessions, and giving his clothes a much needed washing in the jail laundry room, Yato hops out of jail for good in his classic tracksuit and his hair done up in a tiny ponytail. He immediately eschews walking the streets in favor of (very carefully) hopping across building tops, tripping along fences, and missing lampposts completely. What can he say? It’s a lot more fun than walking sidewalks in boring old straight lines and waiting for traffic lights.
Now that he’s free, he has some friends to visit. The Inkwell first, then individual homes. In jail, he entertained the notion of letting his friends forget him while he was languishing there -- for their own good. But now that he’s out, he can’t control himself; he wants to see his friends. It’s been about three weeks. He wouldn’t be surprised if some of them needed their memories of him jumpstarted. The thought doesn’t sting nearly as much as it used to.
So whether you’re at home, at work, or wandering the streets of Recolle, Yato is here to nose his way back into your life. He’ll even be quiet and polite about it for once. Just sidling up on in there. Looking over your shoulder to see what you’re doing on your phone. Staring at you from directly behind the person you’re actually talking to. Eating your food. Falling on you instead of landing coolly in front of you like he was trying to do. You know. Polite.
Or maybe you spot him first, walking unsteadily along a telephone line that bends lightly under his weight. Or just as likely, he could be misjudging a leap, tripping off a building, and faceplanting into the side of the next one before falling to the ground with a light thump. But it's fine. He's fine. ]
C. Wildcard
[ do ya thing ]
(( as always, here are interaction notes for yato! they’re less rules and more guidelines, go nuts ))
WHERE: Outside of Recolle Jail, various
WHEN: Saturday, July 15 (backdated)
WHAT: Yato springs himself out of jail and grapples with weightlessness to the inconvenience of all.
WARNINGS: None!
A. Defying gravity (badly) | OTA
[ Maybe you’re on your way to the hospital or Worship Corner. Maybe you’re a cop leaving the station, about to make your rounds. Maybe you’re just passing through to get across town. Whatever reason you have to be in Tribunal Terrace, you’re in danger of getting wrecking balled by one (1) god in what is plainly a jail uniform.
Yato woke up this morning with his body feeling curiously light -- a sensation he knew might be coming someday, given the detachment he always feels in his hallucinomemories. Like he only has one foot in the physical world. The other is rooted on a different shore, far less tangible.
He knew this was coming, and yet it’s a frightening feeling in real life, waking up with part of him gone. Over a hundred pounds of bone and tissue, simply pulled out of him. He takes up just as much volume, but his mass is all gone. Where did it go? Where is he going?
The man named Yato is drifting away to a place unseen, immeasurable. It saddens him in a way he cannot grasp.
When he walks, it’s a wonder he doesn’t fly. It’s a miracle that his feet still touch the floor of his gray jail cell. He paces like an animal caged, but in reality he’s only trying to relearn his body. It’s one thing to go for a ride in another Yato’s body in a hallucinomemory, and a whole other thing to take the wheel. He doesn’t need to dig his feet into the ground so forcefully or expect so much impact on his joints. Sometimes he has to touch himself to make sure he’s still all here.
Once he has the walking thing down and it’s about time for his recreational allowance, he shouts at a guard to let him out. The guard is, as usual, visibly surprised to see that an inmate has been in the cell all along and cuffs Yato to take him along to the exercise yard. When he’s uncuffed again and the guard walks away, Yato waits to be forgotten again. The guards always forget when they look away. He could spend all day in the exercise yard if he wanted to. Finally, Yato winds himself up, runs -- and jumps for the fortress wall of the prison.
He sails clear over it with rather less composure than he’d like to admit, the magnitude of his leap vastly exceeding his own expectations. It’s almost peaceful way up in the air, the sounds of the city falling away for a few brief seconds. And then all too soon he’s plummeting back to the earth, about to land who-knows-where. If it’s on the ground, then the good news is that it won’t hurt Yato. If it’s on a car or some other hollow object, then the good news is that he’ll only leave a little dent. You can totally buff that out. If it’s on a person, then the good news is that with his fractional weight, he won’t kill them… probably.
In any case, SURPRISE… A blue-eyed jail escapee is dropping into your life. ]
B. A sentimental god | for existing CR
[ After hopping back into jail, retrieving his possessions, and giving his clothes a much needed washing in the jail laundry room, Yato hops out of jail for good in his classic tracksuit and his hair done up in a tiny ponytail. He immediately eschews walking the streets in favor of (very carefully) hopping across building tops, tripping along fences, and missing lampposts completely. What can he say? It’s a lot more fun than walking sidewalks in boring old straight lines and waiting for traffic lights.
Now that he’s free, he has some friends to visit. The Inkwell first, then individual homes. In jail, he entertained the notion of letting his friends forget him while he was languishing there -- for their own good. But now that he’s out, he can’t control himself; he wants to see his friends. It’s been about three weeks. He wouldn’t be surprised if some of them needed their memories of him jumpstarted. The thought doesn’t sting nearly as much as it used to.
So whether you’re at home, at work, or wandering the streets of Recolle, Yato is here to nose his way back into your life. He’ll even be quiet and polite about it for once. Just sidling up on in there. Looking over your shoulder to see what you’re doing on your phone. Staring at you from directly behind the person you’re actually talking to. Eating your food. Falling on you instead of landing coolly in front of you like he was trying to do. You know. Polite.
Or maybe you spot him first, walking unsteadily along a telephone line that bends lightly under his weight. Or just as likely, he could be misjudging a leap, tripping off a building, and faceplanting into the side of the next one before falling to the ground with a light thump. But it's fine. He's fine. ]
C. Wildcard
[ do ya thing ]
(( as always, here are interaction notes for yato! they’re less rules and more guidelines, go nuts ))
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Are ya goin' back ta work at Chuuya's, or ya got other plans?
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[ He'll take the glass and have a long swig. Ahhhh. He could smuggle a lot of things into his cell, but alcohol just tastes better when you're free. ]
Chuuya's been more supportive than anyone. Hardly batted an eye when I gave him a call and told me my place would be waiting for me. He's a great guy.
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[ His gratitude can't fully be expressed in words, so he'll leave it at that. The next part might be a little awkward, but Yato's always been good for tumbling headlong into things, if nothing else. ]
Did you ever end up writing that letter?
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Not yet.
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... Well, why don't you start now? I'll help ya.
[ He digs out a pen (where did he even get it from) and napkin. He starts writing on it, dictating aloud: ]
Dear Bro,
It's been a long time. How have you been? As for me, I'm a pirate now...
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What the fuck I'm not a pirate.
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[ And because he's a goddamn free spirit, Yato doodles a cute little Majima next to "I'm a pirate now", complete with said eyepatch. ]
"I haven't seen you in a long time, but I miss you and think about you a lot. Tell me some cool prison stories!"
[ sometimes you nail majima's voice hard ]
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Yato, I think he's gonna be real fuckin' curious why I'm a pirate. Maybe ya should just tell him it's fuckin' gone.
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"I'll tell you a story too. The story of how I became a pirate! It all began when a guy stabbed me in the eye."
[ Yato is making some hardcore assumptions. ]
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[ he sighs ]
He's not on Retrospec, anyway, so he's probably not gonna get it.
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[ Some more doodling of a generic gangster-looking guy with a giant knife in his hand... ]
Take it from me, boss. People like being surprised more than they think. Even if he doesn't get it, it'll be worth it if it can make him smile.
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[ he pours a drink for himself and sits down. ]
He probably hates me.
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[ Someone hating Majima, especially his own brother, is unfathomable to Yato. So he erases the notion from his mind. Yato pushes the napkin and pen toward Majima. ]
C'mon. Even if you don't send it, write something down. I won't peek.
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[ he can't imagine sending his brother a napkin ]
Work on somethin' real...
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[ Yato beams. He's helping!! And while Majima is getting his paper, Yato will just doodle some more on his napkin... ]
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Okay. "Dear brother,"
[ ok is he done now ]
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looks at Majima expectantly
go onnnn ]
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[ yes he wrote that. ]
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So what comes to mind next? Emphasize how sorry you are? Ask him how he's doing? Or talk about what you've been up to since you saw him!
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[ he looks back down at what he's writing ]
"I'm sorry. I'm trying to make it up to you, but I know it won't be enough."