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[Week 8, Day 6] Yomisato: Open log #1

Jul 12, 2010 10:49

Who: Everyone who is in Yomisato or anyone who wishes to visit.
Status: Open
Style: Action/Comment spam/Paragraph/Whatever you like!
Where: Yomisato
When: Week 8, Day 6, at dusk/trailing into evening

[ A summer night in the village of Yomisato -- the wide sprawling place so large it can actually be termed a city. Twilight has fallen. The air is ( Read more... )

~heine rammsteiner, matt, ~meguro gau, ~dokuro chrome, ~jack sparrow, !log, ~rokudo mukuro, mello, ~cross marian, *open, ~fuyumine naoto, yoite, ~gokudera hayato

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Marketplace fakeorgans July 12 2010, 14:51:12 UTC

Re: Marketplace fakeorgans July 12 2010, 15:30:19 UTC

[ She is somber, at ease, lost within her thoughts, but the manner in which Chrome walks, not making eye contact, suggests that she is not in the most companionable of moods. And she's not. She's trudging to the markets to buy seafood and dates, then her intention is to slip to the bath houses for an evening wash ( ... )

in_starvation July 12 2010, 19:53:38 UTC

[If people were staring at Jessica's very un-Asian clothes, lack of those forehead tattoos or sensing her lack of humanity, Jessica pretends not to notice. She feels slightly out of it, only because she's still wearing clothes she arrived in for the past few days and nights. She needs new clothes, and pronto. She just doesn't feel complete without at least a few change of clothes.

Anyway.

She starts to wonder if there's someway she can get some "volunteer" to offer some blood when she spots a familiar face. What's her name again? Oh. Right. Right, then.

Jessica approaches.]

Chrome, right?

O HAI fakeorgans July 12 2010, 21:07:19 UTC

[ Chrome looks up. Oh, it's that woman -- the one who. Well, which one is she? Oh, yes. The one who was sleeping in a cave (!). Chrome remembers now. That woman who said that she wanted to go somewhere dark (she's still boggling a little, at that, but, yeah, preference). What was her name? ]

Hello.

[ She fidgets with her Hitomi and with her kimono sleeves. This is Chrome eyeing you in a quietly where are you going tonight sort of way. ]

Good evening . . . Jessica-san? [ She's hopeful that this is correct. ]

HI URSELF in_starvation July 13 2010, 16:36:47 UTC

[Jessica-san?]

It's just Jessica.

[She looks around.]

Are we in China or Japan or something? Just I feel like a black sheep among goats here.

fakeorgans July 13 2010, 19:30:47 UTC

. . . Japan isn't really like this.

[ Chrome glances side long. ]

This world seems ancient.

in_starvation July 15 2010, 00:36:40 UTC

Oh.

[Well, it isn't like Jessica pays attention to World Geography. Or any class, really.]

You know where I can find some clothes? I don't want to wear the same thing over and over again.

fakeorgans July 17 2010, 17:42:47 UTC

This market sells clothing. If you look further down the stalls . . .

I don't know if the styles are what you would want, though.

[ She looks downwards at her own kimono, as if to indicate. ]

in_starvation July 17 2010, 22:08:28 UTC

Yeah well, there's that other issue. Money. How am I going to get it? I'm be seventeen forever. I don't know if they got any underage laws or something like they do back home.

fakeorgans July 20 2010, 19:50:01 UTC

[ Underage . . . what? What is this girl thinking of doing exactly? Surely not what Chrome thinks that comment might refer to.

. . . Never mind. ]

There are stores here. Shops. Restaurants. You could apply.

I'm . . . thinking of trying that.

in_starvation July 20 2010, 20:30:30 UTC

Yeah. I think I might do that. I had my share of clearing tables, so that might work.

Though I need somewhere to sleep. That's the big issue right there, and I really don't want to be in that cave.

Re: Marketplace fedele_tempesta July 12 2010, 20:04:41 UTC

[ Jittery, nervous, Gokudera gave up on staying still a while ago. The fish has been prepared, coffee ground and drank with a disappointed frown, realizing the taste is hardly the same. Nothing is ( ... )

Re: Marketplace fakeorgans July 12 2010, 22:03:51 UTC

[ There have been spans of time during which she is comfortable with this world and spans of time during which she is not. The lack of modern convenience is difficult to tolerate. Chrome cannot imagine that anyone who was transported to this world from their time period wouldn't still long for easy access to comfort ( ... )

Re: Marketplace fedele_tempesta July 12 2010, 22:36:35 UTC

[ She sees him, yet doesn't look at him. Obviously he is not on the top of her list of people she would have wanted to bump into. And so it is... so it begins. He knows he could still turn away, could slide into the string of people undulating against him and disappear from her sight without even a trace or lingering scent. And perhaps that would have been the most gentle action he could have taken ( ... )

Re: Marketplace fakeorgans July 13 2010, 01:14:22 UTC

[ It isn't as though she doesn't want to see him. She does. It's just.

Chrome glances up. Takes into account his disheveled appearance, remembers his network post. Wants to ask if he's doing all right. And she silently asks with the look in her eye -- to the extent that she can manage.

Yamamoto and Gokudera. She had told them she would not fail them, hadn't she? But maybe she's already doing so, even now. Her head feels as if it's stuffed with cotton; that's the thing. The divisions. The loyalties. The cognitive dissonance. She doesn't especially want to explain it and she isn't entirely sure she of all people has the right set of words to articulate. Maybe Gokudera is taking it personally, and it's not. Not really. ]

Gokudera.

[ She nods serenely. Doesn't look away. Still standing in front of the seafood vendor -- stacks of crustaceans and clams and tanks of live fish about to be slaughtered at a moment's notice situated behind her. Moths are encircling the night lanterns. ]

Hello.

Re: Marketplace fedele_tempesta July 13 2010, 16:11:31 UTC

[ A dull glow of red and gold behind her, like a halo around her form. It softens her features, even as if they weren't soft enough to begin with. Realization makes him try to swallow his anger, try and fail, try again. He's quiet for a long moment, struggling with his thoughts, priorities, the inner monologue which breezes past as fast as light, flickering, hammering, tip-toeing around the heavy core of issues that are nothing but a tightly bundled up uncertainties.

Finally he moves, like wind against stones, quickly bursting out from the stream of people and leaning against the booth where she's standing. A vicious glare silences the man trying to make his day's living. Gokudera is not in the mood to play around. ]

Hey, [ he says quietly, and perhaps pointedly, perhaps not, he doesn't look at her, but over the crowd at the oily hooks that swing gently under the weight of different pieces of meat. ]

Are you unwell? [ he asks a bit tensely next, ankles hooking, weight making the table beneath him creek. ]

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