As a Tourist I'm Finding this Center Unhelpful [While Shinuchi certainly spent an above average time wandering around in the train station, once he's out, he's on the hunt for information, and certainly a building emblazoned with the words TOURIST CENTER is a safe bet? However unwittingly, he certainly could be described as a tourist.
Of course, once inside, all provided information is incredibly lacking. Tsugaru flips through the woefully nondescript pamphlets, even taking a picture or two with his newly acquired phone. If he notices someone else has entered the room, he'll offer them a hapless grin.]
Ah, do you have any idea what's going on here? I'm afraid I'm not too good at mystery solving without my Master. This strange little device is pretty useful for gathering clues, at least! [He's got what could almost be described as Golden Retriever energy, but there's just something ever so slightly off about it.]
Finding Familiar Food in an Unfamiliar Place [After a fair shake at figuring out the problem at hand, surely he's earned a rest? Certainly neither Aya or Shizuku are here to tell him otherwise. Would one become hungrier after the frustration of encountering a complete lack of leads, or would making progress whet the appetite? Difficult to say. Of course Shinuchi is unsurprised to see the first restaurant he walks into empty as everywhere else, but if no one is here, surely they won't mind a bit of pilfering? If there's anything left to pilfer.
Of course, once he heads into the back, he discovers something unexpected;]
Ah- Gyudon! That's gyudon, isn't it!? In a Western looking city like this, even! [He dashes over to the food, complete with pickled ginger and scallions, steam from the rice bowl wafting up temptingly. Even a simple meal like this felt like treasure when he hadn't seen Japanese style cooking in over a year. But he pauses.]
Isn't there a story from somewhere about getting trapped somewhere after eating the food? If I eat this Gyudon am I going to be stuck here forever? If I'm going to do that it should at least be something a bit more upmarket, I think. [He'll only sell his soul for some rich people food.]
I'm Rating this Karaoke Bar 0 Stars on Yelp [While he predates the concept of Karaoke, once Shinuchi had worked out what it entails, he was all for it. It may not be Rakugo, but singing is a performance just as well, and far be it from the Headliner himself to shy away from such a thing! So he's heading into the experience gung ho and ready to expand his repertoire, but wouldn't you know it, his luck ran out when he walked into the spooky surgery suite themed room!
He's locked into place, feeling the cool press of shackles against his limbs, fluorescent glare of the overhead light, back stiff against the operating table-]
The door- [He mumbles, fumbling for the handle as his arms feel like the belong to someone else for all the control he has over their movements. He doesn't even seem to have clocked that there's anyone else in the room. As the lock holds fast, he sinks to his knees, breathing with the cadence of someone only barely staving off a panic attack.]
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Tsugaru Shinuchi | Undead Murder Farce
[While Shinuchi certainly spent an above average time wandering around in the train station, once he's out, he's on the hunt for information, and certainly a building emblazoned with the words TOURIST CENTER is a safe bet? However unwittingly, he certainly could be described as a tourist.
Of course, once inside, all provided information is incredibly lacking. Tsugaru flips through the woefully nondescript pamphlets, even taking a picture or two with his newly acquired phone. If he notices someone else has entered the room, he'll offer them a hapless grin.]
Ah, do you have any idea what's going on here? I'm afraid I'm not too good at mystery solving without my Master. This strange little device is pretty useful for gathering clues, at least!
[He's got what could almost be described as Golden Retriever energy, but there's just something ever so slightly off about it.]
Finding Familiar Food in an Unfamiliar Place
[After a fair shake at figuring out the problem at hand, surely he's earned a rest? Certainly neither Aya or Shizuku are here to tell him otherwise. Would one become hungrier after the frustration of encountering a complete lack of leads, or would making progress whet the appetite? Difficult to say. Of course Shinuchi is unsurprised to see the first restaurant he walks into empty as everywhere else, but if no one is here, surely they won't mind a bit of pilfering? If there's anything left to pilfer.
Of course, once he heads into the back, he discovers something unexpected;]
Ah- Gyudon! That's gyudon, isn't it!? In a Western looking city like this, even!
[He dashes over to the food, complete with pickled ginger and scallions, steam from the rice bowl wafting up temptingly. Even a simple meal like this felt like treasure when he hadn't seen Japanese style cooking in over a year. But he pauses.]
Isn't there a story from somewhere about getting trapped somewhere after eating the food? If I eat this Gyudon am I going to be stuck here forever? If I'm going to do that it should at least be something a bit more upmarket, I think.
[He'll only sell his soul for some rich people food.]
I'm Rating this Karaoke Bar 0 Stars on Yelp
[While he predates the concept of Karaoke, once Shinuchi had worked out what it entails, he was all for it. It may not be Rakugo, but singing is a performance just as well, and far be it from the Headliner himself to shy away from such a thing! So he's heading into the experience gung ho and ready to expand his repertoire, but wouldn't you know it, his luck ran out when he walked into the spooky surgery suite themed room!
He's locked into place, feeling the cool press of shackles against his limbs, fluorescent glare of the overhead light, back stiff against the operating table-]
The door-
[He mumbles, fumbling for the handle as his arms feel like the belong to someone else for all the control he has over their movements. He doesn't even seem to have clocked that there's anyone else in the room. As the lock holds fast, he sinks to his knees, breathing with the cadence of someone only barely staving off a panic attack.]
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