Worse and Worse (Active/Open)
Characters: Yosuke Hanamura and anybody who stumbles upon him.
Content: Yosuke gets dumped into Manhattan. Oh yay.
Location: On the street somewhere.
Time of day: Late afternoon
Warnings: Pretty spoilery if you haven't played through P4? No big deal if you don't intend to though.
The last thing Yosuke remembered was blacking out. Teddie hadn't had time to heal him, and he'd been floored. Someone would help him out, right? A little Samarecarm, and he'd be as good as new. They needed all the help they could get, and damned if he was going to be left out of fighting that bastard until it was over. Except the spell never came.
Was he dead? Oh man, he hoped not. Because if he WAS, he'd be pissed. Seriously.
If he was dead, he really hadn't done anything to deserve getting stuck in a place like this. It looked like not only had Godzilla attacked the city, but there had been a zombie apocalypse thrown in for good measure. What, he'd been a good guy! Oh sure, maybe he hadn't really paid attention in class, and maybe he'd broken Chie's precious DVD way back when and...yeah...he'd secretly been jealous of Souji for being the leader for a good while. And he would have killed a well-meaning man by pushing him into the TV had Souji not talked him out of it. Okay, maybe he'd done a few things he regretted, but still! He wasn't a total bastard, like Adachi. That guy deserved to be in a place like this, not him. At least give him something cool, like a last wish. Preferably if it involved Adachi spontaneously combusting.
With a grunt, Yosuke propped himself up onto his elbows. Ohgeez, that hurt. Why did being dead feel so much like being alive anyway? Dead people weren't supposed to feel anything! There were two possibilities here: either everybody in the world had been thoroughly lied to about what death was like, or he wasn't dead.
Still breathing? Check. Pulse? Check. Mindless, all-consuming desire to eat human flesh? Not check. Okaaaaay, so he wasn't dead. That was a relief. He'd hate to have to be a zombie or something like that. Thing was, he wasn't in the TV anymore. At least, he thought he wasn't. There wasn't any fog, and his glasses...? He wasn't wearing them. His knives were gone too. Neither of these were things that made him happy, since if something attacked him, he was effectively screwed. But hey, not dead. Still a plus, right? Now, he just had to find out what the hell happened, and how he could get back. And get his stuff back too, because he needed that.
Once he'd managed to get himself to his feet, he noticed, much to his dismay, that his headphones were gone too.
"Oh maaaaan, you gotta be kidding me!"
Worse and worse and worse.
Content: Yosuke gets dumped into Manhattan. Oh yay.
Location: On the street somewhere.
Time of day: Late afternoon
Warnings: Pretty spoilery if you haven't played through P4? No big deal if you don't intend to though.
The last thing Yosuke remembered was blacking out. Teddie hadn't had time to heal him, and he'd been floored. Someone would help him out, right? A little Samarecarm, and he'd be as good as new. They needed all the help they could get, and damned if he was going to be left out of fighting that bastard until it was over. Except the spell never came.
Was he dead? Oh man, he hoped not. Because if he WAS, he'd be pissed. Seriously.
If he was dead, he really hadn't done anything to deserve getting stuck in a place like this. It looked like not only had Godzilla attacked the city, but there had been a zombie apocalypse thrown in for good measure. What, he'd been a good guy! Oh sure, maybe he hadn't really paid attention in class, and maybe he'd broken Chie's precious DVD way back when and...yeah...he'd secretly been jealous of Souji for being the leader for a good while. And he would have killed a well-meaning man by pushing him into the TV had Souji not talked him out of it. Okay, maybe he'd done a few things he regretted, but still! He wasn't a total bastard, like Adachi. That guy deserved to be in a place like this, not him. At least give him something cool, like a last wish. Preferably if it involved Adachi spontaneously combusting.
With a grunt, Yosuke propped himself up onto his elbows. Ohgeez, that hurt. Why did being dead feel so much like being alive anyway? Dead people weren't supposed to feel anything! There were two possibilities here: either everybody in the world had been thoroughly lied to about what death was like, or he wasn't dead.
Still breathing? Check. Pulse? Check. Mindless, all-consuming desire to eat human flesh? Not check. Okaaaaay, so he wasn't dead. That was a relief. He'd hate to have to be a zombie or something like that. Thing was, he wasn't in the TV anymore. At least, he thought he wasn't. There wasn't any fog, and his glasses...? He wasn't wearing them. His knives were gone too. Neither of these were things that made him happy, since if something attacked him, he was effectively screwed. But hey, not dead. Still a plus, right? Now, he just had to find out what the hell happened, and how he could get back. And get his stuff back too, because he needed that.
Once he'd managed to get himself to his feet, he noticed, much to his dismay, that his headphones were gone too.
"Oh maaaaan, you gotta be kidding me!"
Worse and worse and worse.