[After finally sending a photo the app deems acceptable, the next time Chuuya enters a room-- it won't be the one he's expecting. It's a large, lavish office with a windowed wall facing out over a city, with an expansive view of the sea.
Sitting in one of the plush chairs is Chuuya, who beckons him in with a grin.]
Hey, have a seat. Sorry about the appointment system, by the way-- I had nothing to do with that shit.
[Definitely Mori's; this window probably shouldn't look out over the edges of a city and out to the sea, but it absolutely does.]
Isn't it? A little taste of home... it's technically my boss's office, but I guess I'm familiar enough with it that this place felt like it'd be appropriate.
...The Nakahara family was pretty well off, and army doctors like Father got paid pretty well? But we weren't well off enough to afford shit this nice.
[But they were well off enough that Chuuya never had a real job.]
[Automatically filling in the blanks before the rest of what Chuuya said catches up to him.]
You're telling me Ango works for the government? High on five kinds of drugs at a time, covered his floor with pesticide so he wouldn't clean, once built a giant dick out of snow, grand deliquent Sakaguchi Ango?
Enough so that instead of summoning Chuuya to his office, red Chuuya is just going to appear wherever that photo was sent from, not too long after it was sent. Pardon him while he finds somewhere to settle in, frowning at his counterpart.]
[His frown deepens at that as he settles onto the bed, careful to keep from touching the other-- somehow, he feels like triggering this week's effect absolutely would not help.]
Then I guess 'are you gonna be okay' is a little bit of a stupid question, huh.
There's one day a year I always have to go out with a few of the guys, too. Too much of a pain in the ass to sit around and think about. So- you need to get out of here, or...?
-I'd ask about the blocking the door but I've got bigger news.
[Chuuya has a seat and sighs heavily.]
There was never a previous round. Everything that's indicated there was? From a story that this 'game' was based on.
Also, apparently if you do get the ritual right, two options. You stab a normal person, and everybody gets to go home, alive and dead - but they can use us to enter our worlds, and keep doing their thing there.
If you stab a demon while they're still inside a person, squirt gun doesn't count, they can't get into our worlds. But only the alive people will get to go home, and the rest of us are trapped here and will eventually turn into demons ourselves.
We're trying to figure out an option besides those two and 'get the ritual wrong everyone's trapped here forever we're all fucked', but so far, that's the situation.
[He rubs his forehead, feeling a headache coming on.]
Also we've all got weird eye marks on our wrists now on the dead side. You've got one too, don't know if you can see it now.
[he shakes his head with a scowl, then his frown abruptly deepens.]
Wait-- why would that be happening to me, though, it's supposed to be my job to know shit... it doesn't make any sense for you to get blocked from talking to me.
Maybe you're not supposed to know specific shit from the other side? Maybe we're supposed to get the info to the living directly, because roles or something. Who the hell knows.
[Chuuya has advanced straight into Done.]
Got bad news, lost an arm for five minutes, and now I can't tell you any important shit, it's been a long day. Why's the door barred?
WEEK 0, SUNDAY
Sitting in one of the plush chairs is Chuuya, who beckons him in with a grin.]
Hey, have a seat. Sorry about the appointment system, by the way-- I had nothing to do with that shit.
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[Chuuya - yellow Chuuya - sits in one of the other really expensive chairs. Mori's, probably, since-]
Nice view up here.
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Isn't it? A little taste of home... it's technically my boss's office, but I guess I'm familiar enough with it that this place felt like it'd be appropriate.
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[He'd forgotten that Chuuya had a real job. He has a boss too, technically, but Miss Librarian barely counts, and he never had a real job when alive.]
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...The Nakahara family was pretty well off, and army doctors like Father got paid pretty well? But we weren't well off enough to afford shit this nice.
[But they were well off enough that Chuuya never had a real job.]
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[He doesn't really sound bitter, at least, but it's. Not an experience he can really relate to.]
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[been there, not going back to that.]
But as long as you've got job satisfaction, it really isn't bad.
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[chuuya shrugs, there. he's not going to go into detail, but there he has it.]
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Well if it's Mori-sensei then of course it's satisfying. You could've just said so first thing.
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[because if so, that's weird as usual.]
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[It's a weird coincidence, but Chuuya likes Mori, so it's fine.]
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[he's just not bringing up anything else about mori thank you.]
Kind of makes me wonder how many people we have in common, at this rate.
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I could just start naming names. You know a Sakaguchi Ango?
[Since they have a Dazai, they have an Oda and an Ango, right?]
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Government special agent. Infiltrated us for a while, he was involved with Dazai and some other low-ranking member... Oda?
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[Automatically filling in the blanks before the rest of what Chuuya said catches up to him.]
You're telling me Ango works for the government? High on five kinds of drugs at a time, covered his floor with pesticide so he wouldn't clean, once built a giant dick out of snow, grand deliquent Sakaguchi Ango?
[Holy shit.]
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[chuuya blinks at that, before shaking his head.]
If he does any of that in his spare time, I've sure never seen it.
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[Also the one Chuuya's closest to.]
Oh - what about Miyazawa Kenji-sensei?
[This one's not a doctor.]
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[sensei? he looked like a farmer.]
His ability's some kind of strength, seemed like. Went around barefoot and called me a city person-- he's not from my organization, though.
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[down to being... even more of a kid than red Chuuya means.]
There aren't many poets I consider a match for me, but Sensei's definitely one of them.
w2, monday
Enough so that instead of summoning Chuuya to his office, red Chuuya is just going to appear wherever that photo was sent from, not too long after it was sent. Pardon him while he finds somewhere to settle in, frowning at his counterpart.]
You look like shit, you know.
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I know. The day you died's like that even when you aren't stuck in a sex demon hotel.
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[His frown deepens at that as he settles onto the bed, careful to keep from touching the other-- somehow, he feels like triggering this week's effect absolutely would not help.]
Then I guess 'are you gonna be okay' is a little bit of a stupid question, huh.
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I'll be fine tomorrow, or as fine as I ever am. But today...
[He can't be in his own head.]
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[He gets it. After a moment:]
There's one day a year I always have to go out with a few of the guys, too. Too much of a pain in the ass to sit around and think about. So- you need to get out of here, or...?
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[But after that, he'll go wherever Chuuya leads.]
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[He's laughing quietly, though, shaking his head as he stands.]
Any places you like in particular? Could always go watch the fish, catch a stupid movie, something like that.
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[...it's a weak attempt at flirting, given the situation, and Chuuya shakes his head at himself before he starts getting his shirt back on.]
Stupid movie sounds good. Anything that gets me out of my head.
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[It might be a weak attempt, but Chuuya will take it anyway? He'll just wait for other-Chuuya to be dressed.]
We'll find the dumbest possible movie then.
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[At least that makes him crack a tiny smile.]
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[Clearly, he can pick the worst of the worst? He's known Dazai long enough, after all.]
We can go back to my place after.
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Terrible movies and comfy chairs, my favorite combination.
w5, Sunday
He also picks up the giant desk and blocks the door with it before taking a seat himself.]
-Good to see you again. What can I help you with?
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[Chuuya has a seat and sighs heavily.]
There was never a previous round. Everything that's indicated there was? From a story that this 'game' was based on.
Also, apparently if you do get the ritual right, two options. You stab a normal person, and everybody gets to go home, alive and dead - but they can use us to enter our worlds, and keep doing their thing there.
If you stab a demon while they're still inside a person, squirt gun doesn't count, they can't get into our worlds. But only the alive people will get to go home, and the rest of us are trapped here and will eventually turn into demons ourselves.
We're trying to figure out an option besides those two and 'get the ritual wrong everyone's trapped here forever we're all fucked', but so far, that's the situation.
[He rubs his forehead, feeling a headache coming on.]
Also we've all got weird eye marks on our wrists now on the dead side. You've got one too, don't know if you can see it now.
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Then just doesn't react to any of that, brow furrowed in confusion.]
Uh-- you said you had news, right? I didn't catch anything.
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You know that thing where the living ask you guys questions and you can't tell them the answers, and when you try they literally can't hear you?
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[he shakes his head with a scowl, then his frown abruptly deepens.]
Wait-- why would that be happening to me, though, it's supposed to be my job to know shit... it doesn't make any sense for you to get blocked from talking to me.
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[Chuuya has advanced straight into Done.]
Got bad news, lost an arm for five minutes, and now I can't tell you any important shit, it's been a long day. Why's the door barred?
[yes we're just skipping over the amputation bit]
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[Chuuyellow that's concerning?
... but the last question is a good reminder, and he glances worriedly at the door.]
...if you've already had shit like that happen to you, I don't think you should stay long. I might've pulled the same thing Polly did.
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[also he doesn't know fuck about what's going on with Polly because he doesn't like talking to her]
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[what the Fuck is going on over there, he's concerned.]
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