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reflexio) & you!!
WHAT: November catch-all and obligatory "where tf am I" log
WHERE: Everywhere (Welcome Diner,your an apartment, city park, etc.)
WHEN: Early November
WARNINGS: adjusted as needed
a. diner.
[ Wandering about proves to be fruitless. Instead, Yi Sang retraces his steps to the station.
Only then does he notice the flyers with their bold headlines. "LOST? NEW?" Yes, those two adjectives certainly describe him. He glances at the message posted on the flyer, memorizes the directions printed on it, and follows them to --
He inspects the building before him. Definitely a diner, though he's not sure what he'd expected given the flyer's notation of "The Welcome Diner."
It's difficult to tell whether anyone's inside, but the restaurant gives off a warm vibe. It's just enough of a nudge to encourage him into pushing the door open. After all, a lead is a lead.
...something warm to eat would be nice too. ]
Excuse me. Is this The Welcome Diner?
[ The flyers said it would be The Welcome Diner. The sign outside also reads "THE WELCOME DINER." Ergo, this must be The Welcome Diner, but one can never be too cautious given the bizarre city. ]
b.your an apartment.
[ The first door he'd opened revealed an empty living room. Its white walls and freshly-vacuumed floor are welcoming, but there's something terribly unsettling about the empty room too.
Yi Sang shuts the door to avoid thinking about it too hard.
He leaves the building and tries the one next to it. Just like the previous apartment complex, there's no trace of a soul in the lobby. He wanders to one of its doors, slowly turning the door knob and it's... unlocked?
Perhaps there has been no need to install locks on these apartment doors.
He steps into the living room and, immediately, it's apparent someone lives here, or at the very least, someone had lived here. Should he have knocked? Well, too late for that. He spies a picture frame on the coffee table, lifting it into his hands. There's... nothing in it. Odd.
Something shifts behind him. The sudden noise catches Yi Sang off guard, picture frame slipping through his fingers and shattering on the hardwood floor. ]
...my apologies. The door was unlocked.
[ Which isn't really a proper excuse, but it's the truth. ]
... Do you live here?
c. city park.
[ The expanse of lush green feels a bit out of place compared to all the buildings Yi Sang passed on his way here. And despite all the life contained within the flora, the lack of birds chirping is troubling.
Nevertheless, he's developed an affinity for the park over the past few days. It's peaceful for the most part, allowing him to recount what he's discovered so far: City Hall's record rooms? Empty. Tourist Center? Nothing of note. Greenhouse at the poison garden? Bad. Stuffed full of carnivorous plants.
A bound notebook lies open in his lap, a pen resting in its spine to mark his spot. Yi Sang uses one of his hands to keep the notebook flat. The other one, bandaged a bit haphazardly, rests in his lap.
Perhaps if one were to yell, he would lift his head to see who is calling for him. Otherwise, he appears deep in thought, a pensive frown on his face. ]
d. wildcard.
[ if none of these work, feel free to hmu for something more tailored! A PM is good or you can lmk here o7 ]
reflexio) & you!!WHAT: November catch-all and obligatory "where tf am I" log
WHERE: Everywhere (Welcome Diner,
WHEN: Early November
WARNINGS: adjusted as needed
a. diner.
[ Wandering about proves to be fruitless. Instead, Yi Sang retraces his steps to the station.
Only then does he notice the flyers with their bold headlines. "LOST? NEW?" Yes, those two adjectives certainly describe him. He glances at the message posted on the flyer, memorizes the directions printed on it, and follows them to --
He inspects the building before him. Definitely a diner, though he's not sure what he'd expected given the flyer's notation of "The Welcome Diner."
It's difficult to tell whether anyone's inside, but the restaurant gives off a warm vibe. It's just enough of a nudge to encourage him into pushing the door open. After all, a lead is a lead.
...something warm to eat would be nice too. ]
Excuse me. Is this The Welcome Diner?
[ The flyers said it would be The Welcome Diner. The sign outside also reads "THE WELCOME DINER." Ergo, this must be The Welcome Diner, but one can never be too cautious given the bizarre city. ]
b.
[ The first door he'd opened revealed an empty living room. Its white walls and freshly-vacuumed floor are welcoming, but there's something terribly unsettling about the empty room too.
Yi Sang shuts the door to avoid thinking about it too hard.
He leaves the building and tries the one next to it. Just like the previous apartment complex, there's no trace of a soul in the lobby. He wanders to one of its doors, slowly turning the door knob and it's... unlocked?
Perhaps there has been no need to install locks on these apartment doors.
He steps into the living room and, immediately, it's apparent someone lives here, or at the very least, someone had lived here. Should he have knocked? Well, too late for that. He spies a picture frame on the coffee table, lifting it into his hands. There's... nothing in it. Odd.
Something shifts behind him. The sudden noise catches Yi Sang off guard, picture frame slipping through his fingers and shattering on the hardwood floor. ]
...my apologies. The door was unlocked.
[ Which isn't really a proper excuse, but it's the truth. ]
... Do you live here?
c. city park.
[ The expanse of lush green feels a bit out of place compared to all the buildings Yi Sang passed on his way here. And despite all the life contained within the flora, the lack of birds chirping is troubling.
Nevertheless, he's developed an affinity for the park over the past few days. It's peaceful for the most part, allowing him to recount what he's discovered so far: City Hall's record rooms? Empty. Tourist Center? Nothing of note. Greenhouse at the poison garden? Bad. Stuffed full of carnivorous plants.
A bound notebook lies open in his lap, a pen resting in its spine to mark his spot. Yi Sang uses one of his hands to keep the notebook flat. The other one, bandaged a bit haphazardly, rests in his lap.
Perhaps if one were to yell, he would lift his head to see who is calling for him. Otherwise, he appears deep in thought, a pensive frown on his face. ]
d. wildcard.
[ if none of these work, feel free to hmu for something more tailored! A PM is good or you can lmk here o7 ]
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...I see.
[ Yi Sang turns to face the apartment's resident, dipping his head in deference to the young man who's just stepped out of the shower. ]
My apologies, I did not intend to trespass. I had thought this apartment was unoccupied, much like the other buildings I came across nearby.
[ He glances at the broken glass strewn before him. This... certainly isn't the proper way to make a good first impression on someone. He kneels on the floor and plucks a couple of the shards off the ground, laying them in his palm. ]
...I shall take my leave once I have cleared all the glass, unless you would prefer that I do so immediately.
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denji makes a face while resting a hand on his hip; muttering 'weird one' under his breath. if the intent is to de-escalate the situation, then it might work in yi sang's favor. he ends up staring the intruder down as he picks up the glass with his bare hands— not the best idea, it's one way to invite some minor cuts, but denji won't stop him. ]
I guess you're new.
[ he then tilts his head, pondering over something. ]
Or, are you looking for someone?
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Only when his company observes he must be new does Yi Sang turn his attention from the glass to the recently-showered person. He nods in response. ]
I am. ...from my rudimentary understanding of this City, it appears new residents arrive approximately each month.
[ His hands refrain from returning to their work as he considers the posited question. He hadn't been actively searching for anyone, but it wouldn't hurt to ask whether this person's spotted anyone familiar. ]
Have you witnessed any clad in a similar coat as mine?
[ A question for a question. He knows not that the resident of this apartment finds him a bit strange, but it's a fitting impression for one whose name can mean "odd." ]
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denji ends up squinting his eyes, trying to follow up and make sense of the entire dialogue so he can comprehend the summary of it; that alone requires some brain power. he didn't ask to be forced to think in his own goddamn apartment when he should be curled up in bed being miserable instead. he sighs, hunching forward. ]
I'll only remember the outfit of a sexy girl. You might as well give out a name and I'll figure out if I know them or not.
[ see how he specified 'sexy' — not any woman, but she has to be erotic enough to spark the attention of lonely men. does that sound like someone yi sang is familiar with? more importantly, watching that boy pick up the glass like this is getting sad. he does seem remorseful of his sins. hmm. ]
It's okay. Leave it. [ pardoned. ]
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Yi Sang shuffles through his colleagues' appearances in his head, just as one might rifle through a deck of cards. "Sexy girl" probably eliminates Outis. He can't imagine anyone describing her as anything younger than "woman." But -- oh, is that thought rude of him, unfair to her age?
That leaves Faust, Don Quixote, Ryoshu, Ishmael, and Rodion. Each was attractive in their own way, but could he describe any of them as sexy? He hadn't considered any of them in that sort of light --
Yi Sang blinks, realizing Denji's thrown him a lifeline by letting him know he should simply give names. Banishing his earlier thoughts, he repeats all their names: ]
Faust, Don Quixote, Ryoshu, Meursault, Hong Lu, Heathcliff, Ishmael, Rodion, Sinclair, Outis, and Gregor. ...others would include Vergilius and Charon.
[ He glances down at the shards he's already gathered in his palm. Though he's loathe to leave the mess, given how he still feels responsible for it, Yi Sang obeys. Carefully, he slides the small pile of glass in his hand onto the floor, ensuring he leaves it gathered neatly. ]
...I am sorry about your picture frame.
[ Perhaps offering his name would be an appropriate olive branch. ]
Oh. I am Yi Sang. Your graciousness is appreciated, especially given that based on your... current state, it seems I have intruded upon your moment of respite.
[ Fancy words, sorry Denji. ]
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I don't know what the fuck 'respite' means, you keep talking weird, but you did interrupt a super intimate moment. What if I decided to walk out naked? I'll never be able to forgive you.
[ that would be awkward for yi sang as well, but who cares? he tugs on the towel around his shoulder, finally making some use of it as he starts drying up his hair; ruffling those blond curls. ]
I'm totally avoiding that Vergi dude. I owe him a favor and I don't trust what he might ask of me. He's kinda bizarre. As for Don— yeah, we know each other pretty well.
[ dramatic pause. ]
She's my girlfriend.
[ is he serious, or is he joking? truly one cannot tell. ]
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[ It is good that Denji had walked out fully clothed. Yi Sang agrees that he would never be able to earn Denji's forgiveness had that been the case.
He lifts his head to observe the boy with a curious gaze. Avoiding Vergilius is, in his evaluation, a very fair reaction to the man. "Bizarre" isn't quite how he would describe their Guide, but the man did have something of an oppressive aura when he felt like exerting it.
It's Denji's comments about Don that have Yi Sang's eyes widening with surprise. He is not shocked that Denji is Don Quixote's girlfriend -- rather, it is the thought that Don had found herself a boyfriend that makes him raise his brows.
He completely, wholeheartedly, buys Denji's claims. He recovers quickly, a genuine smile making its way onto his face. ]
I see. It is good to hear that Don Quixote has formed bonds and connections with others.
[ He dips his head in deference to Denji. ]
I... would ask that you watch over her. Has she been well?
[ Yeah. He completely buys it. ]
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yet, pulling this stunt will probably repel her from returning the gesture. it felt too late to call his own bullshit, considering the other boy's reaction. he crouched down, meeting yi sang's level. this seemed like a better idea than inviting the other to a proper seating in his head— don't question his logic, you. ]
She's been great. Super! Having fun and planning parties, making friends, and living it all. Don't worry. I'll totally protect her.
[ in his defense, he's not fooling around with this one. don is one of the very few friendly faces in this shitty city; it would be a shame to lose her. he tilts his head, his mood is lighter now, finally warming up to the intruder. ]
Are you close to her?
denji..... my csm son.....
Yi Sang observes as Denji crouches next to him. Acknowledging it as the boy's acceptance of his presence, Yi Sang shifts to kneel on the floor before sitting on his heels. After all, if this is Don's boyfriend(???), he would like to get to know him.
He listens quietly to everything the boy has to say about Don. Yes, that all certainly sounds like her. Of course she's managed to find new friends here, he thinks, given her upbeat and unflappable demeanor.
And because he's familiar with Don, Yi Sang thinks the physical protection is likely unnecessary, but... ]
Don Quixote is familiar with combat, though she... can be a sensitive soul. Rarely do I see her without a smile on her face, but I am aware it is impossible for one to be enthusiastic at all times. ...I have attempted to do my best in providing company, yet I am but one person. Thus, it is reassuring that she has you as well.
[ He pauses upon hearing Denji's question. Hm. "Close" could be an accurate adjective, though all things considered, the shift from considering her a companion instead of a colleague has been recent for Yi Sang. After spending so long afraid to open himself up to companionship again, he'd nearly forgotten how nice it could be to have a friend or two. ]
We are colleagues, assigned to the same team. But... I suppose she has treated me with warmth more akin to a friend instead of a mere coworker.