WHAT'S THE WORST YOU TAKE | open w/closed prompts.

[deathrespect]

Who: Samatoki Aohitsugi deathrespect & open!
What: Pre-event and event things.
When: Throughout October.
Where: Mostly Cellar Door, Willful Machine.

Content Warnings: Missing person trauma. Some alcohol/inebriation.

( 001. ) ⦁ IF YOU WANTED HONESTY | cassandra | open.

( Samatoki stumbles and catches himself only just barely on a nearby wall. The headaches are worsening, but the sense of dread and fear that fills him isn't helping his mental state much either. )

Fuck, get — get away from me!

( He swipes blindly at the air with his claws. )

( 002. ) ⦁ CAN'T JUST FORGET | cellar door | for ariadne.

( The beat thumping from the group playing has Samatoki bobbing his head; he's been hardpressed to really enjoy himself with all that's been happening lately, but good music is good music. He's fine just listening.

Until someone insists on dragging him closer to dance. )

Ehh? Do I look like someone who does that?

( 003. ) ⦁ WE ALL GO TO HELL | cellar door | for peter.

( The more the Black Parade goes on, the better Samatoki feels about being there. It's a small and private pleasure he feels; he'd never tell anyone that it's bringing him joy. Not in so many words.

When he lowers his mask so as to see better, his face is done up with skeleton-like paint beneath. He drinks from his cup, watching idly a couple dancers performing nearby. There's a doubletake at the guy next to him before he speaks: )

Yo, do I know you?

( 004. ) ⦁ ANY TIME YOU WANT | cellar door | for anna.

They say 'make your own' kites at this stall like it's fucking easy.

( Ok, he might be a bit boozy. Trying to make a kite is strange when you're a little tipsy and don't know your own strength ... or claw-sharpness. )

Maybe you can do the string tying and I'll paint it.

( 005. ) ⦁ NEVER COMING HOME | cassandra | open.

Oi, oi ...

( Samatoki calls out in his harsh sort of voice, though he holds his hand out to the other person in a gesture of peace. )

You got one of those freaky doppelgangers behind you. You need help?

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[hauntedsavior]

[nah, she gets it. this month has been rough so far. she might be a little clouded by alcohol, but samatoki's still her friend, and her hands stop working so she can pay closer attention to him. in the back of her mind she vaguely remembers having conversations like these while assembling paper lanterns, back during recolle's fall festivities. everything old is new again.]

Oh, this month has super sucked, dude. I've just felt so goddamn lonely the whole time. Same with you, or, like, how's it going?

[deathrespect]

Lonely's a ... good way to put it.

( He suddenly feels guilty for letting the conversation turn grim.

He pulls a face. )

Not fun at all. But if I went home I'd just be ...

( Just what? His voice trails off a little and he feels even more self conscious. )

Nevermind. All I can think about is stealing that guy's mic but that's the worst idea I've had since I started drinking probably.

( He gestures, helpfully, to the band playing a few dozen yards off. )

[hauntedsavior]

[anna takes her hand off the kite and puts it on his shoulder. she won't let him blame himself for bringing the mood down when anna's been an emotional leech this whole month.]

Do it, dude. What are they gonna do, kick you out of the party? [she might be of clouded judgment right now, but she still knows what's gonna make for a good time.] Get up there, spit some bars. That's the whole reason we do music, right?

[deathrespect]

( Samatoki is immediately grateful for her letting him jump topics instead of pressing on about the whole "this place fucking blows mostly" thing.

He eyes over the band and then looks at Anna. )

I'm going for it. ... After this song though. I'm a savage but I'm not a fucking animal.

( He snorts a laugh at himself. )

[hauntedsavior]

[she laughs freely, glad that she can be a force for good even in the darkness that this month has been. with another reassuring pat, she fixes him with a sincere smile and returns to the kite.]

Good. Listen, time and place to get real deep into the shit with each other, and this ain't it. [her eye looks down towards her hands.] You still feel like talking about things, we'll head out to the beach or something after this, okay? Sober up a little, smoke up. Make a night out of it.

[deathrespect]

( She really is a good friend. He's grateful.

But how to say that? )

Thanks, Anna. I — fuck, there's my cue.

( Then he's dashing off to steal the mic; the band seems to be confused, but he insists, trying not to laugh right in their faces about it. )

Just fuckin' relax, damn. Back me up, too.

Anyway this one's called Keep Quiet, you heard.

( Thank fuck the band has the sense to join in with the drums, at least. )

[hauntedsavior]

[anna doesn't know this one, but after a moment with the bassist standing there idly by, like they've never improvised a damn thing in their life, she can't take it anymore. she leaves the kite behind and drunkenly clambers on stage.]

C'mon, dude. That's my bro over there, let me just... like, come on.

[she's not as forceful with it, but she does eventually get to wrest the bass from the grips of the clueless musician. her eye locks with the drummer and they start a solid groove, low notes in time with the kick and gentle, higher bass fills when there's space between lyrics. of course, she's never heard the song, so it doesn't work a hundred percent, but it's a damn good way to kill a couple minutes.]

[when it sounds like samatoki's finished with the actual song, she keeps the groove going, looking between the drummer and her friend.]

Come on, freestyle something, dude, we got you! [she's. thrilled. no matter what samatoki ends up doing.]

[deathrespect]

( He's positively hype over seeing her join him on stage; he gets more into it, and when she urges him to freestyle ... He's gotta do it.

His verse isn't bad, but he cracks a few joke lines about kites being wack, and he has to stop to laugh. Were he sober, he would have been a lot more serious, but he's in the throes of pure joy here. )

Fuck, it's been so long since I kicked it freestyle. You'll forgive me, right?

[hauntedsavior]

Every time, dude. Kick it.

[and she cues the drummer to do a turnaround with her once she's sure samatoki's ready. it's still a laid-back kind of groove, one that she can bob and vibe to, and she keeps her bass low and slow to make sure there's room for her bro to shine in the mix. one and a half sets of eyes, at least, are on him, and anna knows for a fact that she's smiling big.]