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And I will wait, I will wait, I will wait | Open
Who: Ryan Akagi [chickenchoicejudy] and you! Open to all.
What: Catch all for September + events! Ryan discovers his omen, starts busking while the Raccoon Room is being spruced up, and all the while misses Min-Gi terribly.
When: September!
Where: Various places, but most of them are in Cellar Door
Content Warnings: Minor blood ritual, possible mentions of past self harm
A. TOMO [CELLAR DOOR; EARLY SEPTEMBER]
All things considered, Ryan is settling in okay. Maybe even alarmingly well, considering he wasn't in that town the others came from - Deerington? He's pretty sure they said it was Deerington.
It takes him a few days to really notice some of the changes. Some things stuck out immediately, like the sharing of thoughts he doesn't want shared, or the apparent ability to show memories to others. He...still hasn't quite figured that out, but it's somehow one of the less weird things to happen to him here. Being reborn as some sort of squid is up there, but now he has more bizarre things to add to the tally.
Apparently he's something called a paleblood, and it turns his blood milky in the light of the moon. He's noticed that if he's outside for long enough at night his veins will start to look white, standing out against his tan skin as though someone drew on his arms with White-Out. On top of that, his entire sleep schedule has gotten out of control - he's at his most awake in the early evening, and has been crashing until at least three in the afternoon, but he feels...good? It feels like that's what he's supposed to be doing, so he hasn't fought it much. Maybe he's just a vampire now. A telepathic vampire, soaking up the emotions of others.
One night, he was wondering to himself what Min would be if he were here. The thought creeped into his head and left him a little lonely, but he didn't have much time to reflect on it or let it spiral, because a smoky otter leapt from his chest as soon as he started to process that thought.
Their name is Tomo, and they have not left since then. They even stuck through the ridiculous amount of screaming Ryan did when they first turned up. Since then they've become more solid and they've taken to climbing around on Ryan, getting tangled up under his feet and making them both trip, and pushing their whole head against Ryan when they want attention.
And they want a lot of attention.
Right now, Ryan's been sort of idly feeding them some sort of fried fish sticks he got as a to-go order from somewhere. He's had one or two himself, but he's mostly been picking at the fries that came with it and trying to work up an appetite. Tomo chitters at him in some sort of a fuss, stamping their feet on the bench they're sharing and Ryan boggles at them.
"What? There's no more fish sticks!" he says, exasperated. "Do you even need to eat? You're like, made of smoke or whatever!"
This is his life now. He has telepathic powers and he's arguing with an otter in public, out loud. He probably looks like a basket case to anyone walking by.
B. BUSKING [CELLAR DOOR; MOST OF SEPTEMBER]
The Raccoon Room isn't ready yet, and even though Ryan knows he'll have a standing gig there with a real stage and a real audience he's still itching to perform. Plus bouncing around with his guitar is a good way to burn off some of that weird fighty energy everyone seems to be feeling.
So, he's been busking in Cellar Door. He's gotten the hang of what people wear so that he won't be ragged on for his exposed knees by the locals, and he's playing...well, whatever he feels like playing at that given moment. His lunar orb is attached to his amp with a decorative macramé holder like a gigantic keychain (since it's not like his house needs electricity without him in it right now), and he's putting on a show for anybody who feels like standing around and listening for a few minutes. His guitar case is open on the ground in front of him, and locals have dropped a number of small shiny things, which he's learned are not insults and can in fact be exchanged for goods and services! Wow!
His set list is wide and varied - sometimes he's just messing around with new chords, sometimes he's singing about dressing a dog in a toque, and sometimes he's playing around with covers of songs he's recently learned exist. He avoids the more recent Chicken Choice Judy songs though, since they don't sound right without Min-Gi. His previous solo career songs all have a lot of baggage as well, so...he really needs to get cracking on writing more songs. But for now, just to have something to do, this is fine.
Tomo is with him, but the entire time he's performing they're curled up on a nearby ledge - more content than they've ever been. They look like they're cozy enough to just take a nap there while Ryan does his thing.
It feels great to be performing for a crowd again - he just wishes Min was by his side on synth, and he can't make that little heartache fade every time it slinks back into his thoughts.
C. GROWING PAINS [CELLAR DOOR (RYAN'S PLACE); SEPT 21ST]
Throughout town he's heard news of some...new beginnings ritual, and even seen people carrying around flowers. It seems harmless enough, and they're all magic now, and perhaps more importantly Ryan can't sleep. The sun is well in the sky now, so his body is insisting that it is actually very, very late. What else is he going to do, stare at a wall? Might as well play with this magic stuff, especially if it's just going to make a flower grow.
The locals are all about not being stuck in the past, right? ...Sounds nice.
He digs in a tiny patch of aesthetic earth in front of an absolutely decrepit-looking townhouse that he's been crashing in - the kind of dirt that isn't really a yard but is a place a tree could theoretically grow if it wanted to be a tree-lined city street. He's not sure if it's enough, but he decides to bury an old guitar pick. There are other things he could probably go with, but...it feels like it should be something small. It should be something small, and he doesn't want to bury the Chicken Choice Judy shirt.
(Maybe that should have been his first clue that this isn't a great impulsive thing to do at 8AM.)
He steels himself, still sitting in the dirt. It just needs one drop of blood. That's nothing. That's like, a pin prick. It won't even leave a mark.
It isn't until he feels a weight on his knees that he realizes he's just been sitting there for a few minutes now. He blinks, and Tomo is looking at him, staring directly into his soul.
You don't have to rush yourself.
For a second he stares, dumbly. Tomo hasn't spoken very much to him - this is one of very few full sentences they've said, and they say it directly into his mind. He can feel something pricking at his eyes, but he wipes it away before it can get out of hand.
"I just...really miss Min," he says. He speaks out loud, still not quite comfortable with his abilities.
Then miss him.
"It's not like it would...I dunno, make me forget or stop caring," he goes on. "But it still feels...wrong? I guess?"
...Then do what feels right?
Tomo climbs up onto Ryan's shoulder, curling up there like a living fur scarf, and nuzzles his neck. He takes a deep breath and...starts digging in the dirt again, desperate to unearth the guitar pick.
It's probably an odd sight in the middle of a heavily populated district first thing in the morning.
D. WHATEVER [WHEREVER; WHENEVER]
[Got something else in mind? Hit me up and I'll make a top level! Also I'll match format to either prose or [brackets]; I'm not picky.]
chickenchoicejudy] and you! Open to all.What: Catch all for September + events! Ryan discovers his omen, starts busking while the Raccoon Room is being spruced up, and all the while misses Min-Gi terribly.
When: September!
Where: Various places, but most of them are in Cellar Door
Content Warnings: Minor blood ritual, possible mentions of past self harm
A. TOMO [CELLAR DOOR; EARLY SEPTEMBER]
All things considered, Ryan is settling in okay. Maybe even alarmingly well, considering he wasn't in that town the others came from - Deerington? He's pretty sure they said it was Deerington.
It takes him a few days to really notice some of the changes. Some things stuck out immediately, like the sharing of thoughts he doesn't want shared, or the apparent ability to show memories to others. He...still hasn't quite figured that out, but it's somehow one of the less weird things to happen to him here. Being reborn as some sort of squid is up there, but now he has more bizarre things to add to the tally.
Apparently he's something called a paleblood, and it turns his blood milky in the light of the moon. He's noticed that if he's outside for long enough at night his veins will start to look white, standing out against his tan skin as though someone drew on his arms with White-Out. On top of that, his entire sleep schedule has gotten out of control - he's at his most awake in the early evening, and has been crashing until at least three in the afternoon, but he feels...good? It feels like that's what he's supposed to be doing, so he hasn't fought it much. Maybe he's just a vampire now. A telepathic vampire, soaking up the emotions of others.
One night, he was wondering to himself what Min would be if he were here. The thought creeped into his head and left him a little lonely, but he didn't have much time to reflect on it or let it spiral, because a smoky otter leapt from his chest as soon as he started to process that thought.
Their name is Tomo, and they have not left since then. They even stuck through the ridiculous amount of screaming Ryan did when they first turned up. Since then they've become more solid and they've taken to climbing around on Ryan, getting tangled up under his feet and making them both trip, and pushing their whole head against Ryan when they want attention.
And they want a lot of attention.
Right now, Ryan's been sort of idly feeding them some sort of fried fish sticks he got as a to-go order from somewhere. He's had one or two himself, but he's mostly been picking at the fries that came with it and trying to work up an appetite. Tomo chitters at him in some sort of a fuss, stamping their feet on the bench they're sharing and Ryan boggles at them.
"What? There's no more fish sticks!" he says, exasperated. "Do you even need to eat? You're like, made of smoke or whatever!"
This is his life now. He has telepathic powers and he's arguing with an otter in public, out loud. He probably looks like a basket case to anyone walking by.
B. BUSKING [CELLAR DOOR; MOST OF SEPTEMBER]
The Raccoon Room isn't ready yet, and even though Ryan knows he'll have a standing gig there with a real stage and a real audience he's still itching to perform. Plus bouncing around with his guitar is a good way to burn off some of that weird fighty energy everyone seems to be feeling.
So, he's been busking in Cellar Door. He's gotten the hang of what people wear so that he won't be ragged on for his exposed knees by the locals, and he's playing...well, whatever he feels like playing at that given moment. His lunar orb is attached to his amp with a decorative macramé holder like a gigantic keychain (since it's not like his house needs electricity without him in it right now), and he's putting on a show for anybody who feels like standing around and listening for a few minutes. His guitar case is open on the ground in front of him, and locals have dropped a number of small shiny things, which he's learned are not insults and can in fact be exchanged for goods and services! Wow!
His set list is wide and varied - sometimes he's just messing around with new chords, sometimes he's singing about dressing a dog in a toque, and sometimes he's playing around with covers of songs he's recently learned exist. He avoids the more recent Chicken Choice Judy songs though, since they don't sound right without Min-Gi. His previous solo career songs all have a lot of baggage as well, so...he really needs to get cracking on writing more songs. But for now, just to have something to do, this is fine.
Tomo is with him, but the entire time he's performing they're curled up on a nearby ledge - more content than they've ever been. They look like they're cozy enough to just take a nap there while Ryan does his thing.
It feels great to be performing for a crowd again - he just wishes Min was by his side on synth, and he can't make that little heartache fade every time it slinks back into his thoughts.
C. GROWING PAINS [CELLAR DOOR (RYAN'S PLACE); SEPT 21ST]
Throughout town he's heard news of some...new beginnings ritual, and even seen people carrying around flowers. It seems harmless enough, and they're all magic now, and perhaps more importantly Ryan can't sleep. The sun is well in the sky now, so his body is insisting that it is actually very, very late. What else is he going to do, stare at a wall? Might as well play with this magic stuff, especially if it's just going to make a flower grow.
The locals are all about not being stuck in the past, right? ...Sounds nice.
He digs in a tiny patch of aesthetic earth in front of an absolutely decrepit-looking townhouse that he's been crashing in - the kind of dirt that isn't really a yard but is a place a tree could theoretically grow if it wanted to be a tree-lined city street. He's not sure if it's enough, but he decides to bury an old guitar pick. There are other things he could probably go with, but...it feels like it should be something small. It should be something small, and he doesn't want to bury the Chicken Choice Judy shirt.
(Maybe that should have been his first clue that this isn't a great impulsive thing to do at 8AM.)
He steels himself, still sitting in the dirt. It just needs one drop of blood. That's nothing. That's like, a pin prick. It won't even leave a mark.
It isn't until he feels a weight on his knees that he realizes he's just been sitting there for a few minutes now. He blinks, and Tomo is looking at him, staring directly into his soul.
You don't have to rush yourself.
For a second he stares, dumbly. Tomo hasn't spoken very much to him - this is one of very few full sentences they've said, and they say it directly into his mind. He can feel something pricking at his eyes, but he wipes it away before it can get out of hand.
"I just...really miss Min," he says. He speaks out loud, still not quite comfortable with his abilities.
Then miss him.
"It's not like it would...I dunno, make me forget or stop caring," he goes on. "But it still feels...wrong? I guess?"
...Then do what feels right?
Tomo climbs up onto Ryan's shoulder, curling up there like a living fur scarf, and nuzzles his neck. He takes a deep breath and...starts digging in the dirt again, desperate to unearth the guitar pick.
It's probably an odd sight in the middle of a heavily populated district first thing in the morning.
D. WHATEVER [WHEREVER; WHENEVER]
[Got something else in mind? Hit me up and I'll make a top level! Also I'll match format to either prose or [brackets]; I'm not picky.]
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"Ugh. They're like...they're okay, but everyone makes them out to be the greatest thing since sliced bread and half their music is ripped off from other artists! And sure like, if you're the kind of person who reads interviews and stuff they might have mentioned their musical inspirations, but is the average person going to know that? No! They're like 'Oh wow, there's never been a band like The Beatles! Who are Chuck Barry and Barrett Strong?'."
It irritates him so much, especially since a lot of the original artists don't even get the credit anymore while Beatlemania takes the world, and now apparently the multiverse, by storm.
"Sooo, yeah. Gonna send you some of them later," he says, coming down from that little rant. "They're not super modern according to my world, but they're like...foundational rock and roll. You gotta know the classics."
The rest of what Varian says, about being paroled, gets a very slow nod from Ryan. He...isn't sure he can totally process that.
"Right. ...Right." he says. "Remember when I accused you of mad science a few minutes ago? None of this is really helping your case, dude."
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"Oh okay I did not know that, nor read interviews or know who those people are?" he waves a hand to vague sum up the cosmos. "Again, because of that thing where they exist way after me? That- that thing."
His life is truly suffering, he hates being behind on anything and he has literal centuries to catch up on. Still, he smiles at the offer.
"Thanks, Buddy. I really appreciate it," and he MEANS that. "You really seem to know where it's at when it comes to music. I'm gonna trust your expertise on this one."
It's okay, Ryan, it's a lot and Varian definitely isn't going to ruin the mood with his Tragic Backstory right now.
"I mean, technically only a little... okay well a lot of that was 'mad science' but there's a lot of...complicated reasons for it," he clears his throat. "Don't worry about it. That's a...later conversation."