CLOSED ❧ RIKU&KATSURA: ❝walking or crawling, some were bright-eyed, some were dead on their feet.❞
Who: itsnotzura & withoutnobody.
What: Some people are back, and some people are gone, and some people are just lost.
When: June 25th.
Where: The Yorozuya.
Warnings: None.
[he supposed it all had started to go bad when he'd had that second bottle of vitamin water]
[but really, he couldn't be blamed for being concerned about both hydration and proper vitamin intake, could he? he was simply a product of a health-conscientious upbringing, and a society that frowned upon those who did not take good care of their bodies. he couldn't very well let his former caretakers and the society at large down by letting his body waste away to some withered, prickly, cactus-like state]
[ (plus, that nmaibo had left his throat so dry) ]
[it had continued to Go Bad when some fool had let one of the less talented cooks at the kitchen -- and all the ship's bathrooms had become very suddenly occupied. he'd be forced -- nay, encouraged! -- to seek refuge, and a free toilet, elsewhere]
[the sinkhole had provided exactly what any proper man needed to finish his business in a satisfactory manner; a place to both aim at, and a place to safely drain the pee away from one's sandals. who was to say it was just a bit too conveniently found? who was to say it was by virtue of high coincidence dangerous?]
[who was to say it was a wormhole, and not in fact a giant space urinal?]
[of course, it had been, but that was entirely besides the point.]
[still half-reeling from an abrupt trip through time/space (with his fundoshi untucked, no less!), Katsura (with his fundoshi tucked) makes his way to the place that he can most quickly find updates on what has been happening in his absence, and most quickly ascertain as to where his energies should be focused]
[...and also provided somewhere to sit and something to drink. perhaps a bottle of vitamin water!]
What: Some people are back, and some people are gone, and some people are just lost.
When: June 25th.
Where: The Yorozuya.
Warnings: None.
[he supposed it all had started to go bad when he'd had that second bottle of vitamin water]
[but really, he couldn't be blamed for being concerned about both hydration and proper vitamin intake, could he? he was simply a product of a health-conscientious upbringing, and a society that frowned upon those who did not take good care of their bodies. he couldn't very well let his former caretakers and the society at large down by letting his body waste away to some withered, prickly, cactus-like state]
[ (plus, that nmaibo had left his throat so dry) ]
[it had continued to Go Bad when some fool had let one of the less talented cooks at the kitchen -- and all the ship's bathrooms had become very suddenly occupied. he'd be forced -- nay, encouraged! -- to seek refuge, and a free toilet, elsewhere]
[the sinkhole had provided exactly what any proper man needed to finish his business in a satisfactory manner; a place to both aim at, and a place to safely drain the pee away from one's sandals. who was to say it was just a bit too conveniently found? who was to say it was by virtue of high coincidence dangerous?]
[who was to say it was a wormhole, and not in fact a giant space urinal?]
[of course, it had been, but that was entirely besides the point.]
[still half-reeling from an abrupt trip through time/space (with his fundoshi untucked, no less!), Katsura (with his fundoshi tucked) makes his way to the place that he can most quickly find updates on what has been happening in his absence, and most quickly ascertain as to where his energies should be focused]
[...and also provided somewhere to sit and something to drink. perhaps a bottle of vitamin water!]