Welcome to Massaji Massaji [open log]
Who: Cho Hakkai and YOU
What: Professional massage 8|
When: All through December
Where: Massaji Massaji
Warnings: None yet.
If someone had asked Hakkai at the end of the last month what he'd be doing this month, he wouldn't have been able to say for sure of course, but he certainly would never have pictured this. Massage was a lot more intimate than simple healing, and required quite a lot more prolonged contact. For a man who disliked touching others and avoided physical contact as much as possible, it was far from an ideal occupation. If he'd suspected the Guide would glitch so badly, he would have forgone taking up a job altogether and spent the month going out with Gojyo in the evenings instead.
He hadn't even been working for a week and already he'd had a few repeat customers, which he supposed was alright, as well as quite a few very generous tips...which was also alright. Gojyo would probably say he was cheating, but his customers left happy and he got paid, so what was the harm, really? At least the facility itself was well-kept. Clean, well-lit, almost spartan. There were a few private massage rooms for the very rich clients, but most of the people who came in had their massage on one of the tables in the main room - curtains separated things for some modicum of privacy, though obviously the only thing they blocked was vision. Sounds and - unfortunately sometimes - smells were all still very much public. Thankfully so far Hakkai had only had to deal with one odoriferous client so far in his short time here. Hopefully his luck would hold for the rest of the month.
His fifteen minute break between appointments was nearly over. Sighing heavily, he pushed his glasses firmly up the bridge of his nose, cracked his knuckles and his spine, and slid his usual fake-but-effective smile over his features as he prepared to be pleasant and cheerful to his next client.
[OOC: Hakkai is a very skilled qigong or chi manipulator - normally he applies this talent to alternately blasting attacking assassins from his home canon into a fine powder and healing the (oftentimes nearly fatal) wounds of his traveling companions. Since taking this job he's discovered that he can often significantly shorten the amount of time he has to spend massaging unpleasant alien anatomy with a gentle application of soothing qi, so anyone who tags in for a massage will be getting quite a bit more than they might be expecting. In a good way, of course. ;)
Brackets or prose are both okay! I'll respond with whatever you want to use. Also. NO ONE SAW THAT! 8<]
What: Professional massage 8|
When: All through December
Where: Massaji Massaji
Warnings: None yet.
If someone had asked Hakkai at the end of the last month what he'd be doing this month, he wouldn't have been able to say for sure of course, but he certainly would never have pictured this. Massage was a lot more intimate than simple healing, and required quite a lot more prolonged contact. For a man who disliked touching others and avoided physical contact as much as possible, it was far from an ideal occupation. If he'd suspected the Guide would glitch so badly, he would have forgone taking up a job altogether and spent the month going out with Gojyo in the evenings instead.
He hadn't even been working for a week and already he'd had a few repeat customers, which he supposed was alright, as well as quite a few very generous tips...which was also alright. Gojyo would probably say he was cheating, but his customers left happy and he got paid, so what was the harm, really? At least the facility itself was well-kept. Clean, well-lit, almost spartan. There were a few private massage rooms for the very rich clients, but most of the people who came in had their massage on one of the tables in the main room - curtains separated things for some modicum of privacy, though obviously the only thing they blocked was vision. Sounds and - unfortunately sometimes - smells were all still very much public. Thankfully so far Hakkai had only had to deal with one odoriferous client so far in his short time here. Hopefully his luck would hold for the rest of the month.
His fifteen minute break between appointments was nearly over. Sighing heavily, he pushed his glasses firmly up the bridge of his nose, cracked his knuckles and his spine, and slid his usual fake-but-effective smile over his features as he prepared to be pleasant and cheerful to his next client.
[OOC: Hakkai is a very skilled qigong or chi manipulator - normally he applies this talent to alternately blasting attacking assassins from his home canon into a fine powder and healing the (oftentimes nearly fatal) wounds of his traveling companions. Since taking this job he's discovered that he can often significantly shorten the amount of time he has to spend massaging unpleasant alien anatomy with a gentle application of soothing qi, so anyone who tags in for a massage will be getting quite a bit more than they might be expecting. In a good way, of course. ;)
Brackets or prose are both okay! I'll respond with whatever you want to use. Also. NO ONE SAW THAT! 8<]