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text | un: iris | mushroom planet, afternoon of the second day

[inventure]

help i can't feel my legs

[dispassioned]

[Hm.]

Are you injured? Or have you been smoking the herb that was being passed around at the festival?

[inventure]

it would have been rude to say no!!



but no i think this is from all the work those merchants had me do... probably

after their convo!

[kenpachi]

（ within twenty minutes of their conversation she is in the marketplace. she's dressed very simply — her clothing suggestive of traditional japanese attire but not wholly so, clearly more cobbled together into an elegant array from what could be dug out of the ximilia supply closets — and her hair, as she had suggested, is artfully bound into a thick braid down the front of her chest.

when she sees the boy — the only other human in the market at this hour — she gives him a faint smile and cuts through the crowd towards him. with a respectful incline of her head, she says, ）

Chishiya-san, is it?

[dispassioned]

[Chishiya is currently mending some toys for some of the Hivawei children in exchange for onigiri and some drinks. It’s a fair enough trade and gives him plenty of opportunity to eavesdrop on the locals chatting at the market.

He glances up at his name and notes her hair and attire.]

Ah. You must be Unohana.

[kenpachi]

Yes, that's correct. Unohana Retsu.

（ she gives her name in the style of surname first — for most everyone else she adapts to the western default.

she notes the clever hands, and the neat and careful work he's doing. her expression is soft in its observation, at the little children gathered around to watch. ）

That's lovely work you're doing. Your stitches are exquisite.

action; on ciraiwei after mckenobi post

[doooooog]

[ After Chishiya's not so targeted callout, Jake makes his way to the Hivawei market in the main settlement. Aside from trolling around for gossip on the network, he'd spent nearly the entire day in bed recovering from his flight the day before. His arms were still sore from carrying that dang frog around.

...The fact that his trip out there was also, technically, kinda Chishiya's fault was not far from Jake's mind. That guy had a lot of influence on his past 48 hours, to be honest. Kinda weird, considering he didn't even know his face. ]

Yo, man. [ He waves, tapping on the shoulder of a blonde man sitting at one of the market stalls. Unlike everyone else bustling through the market, this guy managed to make mending the arm off a simple cloth doll look like a leisure activity. Seemed like as good a place as any to start the search. ] Sorry for interrupting, I was just wondering if you've seen a cat go by here recently?

[dispassioned]

[Chishiya has experienced a lot of surreal moments in the last few months. Waking up in an abandoned Tokyo full of death games. Waking up and multiverse traversing space station. A planet full of mushroom people. But this is on a new level. There is a moment of genuine surprise and…bemusement. Because he recognizes the voice and the speech patterns from the network.

You know, he just wasn’t expecting "jtd" to be a dog.

But the moment passes, his expression clears, and he replies blandly.]

I don’t think cats are native to this planet.

[doooooog]

[ The recognition only goes one way, unfortunately. And it's not like Jake was one to read too hard into the momentary surprise. If anything, this stranger was taking him more in stride than most people. ]

Nah, nah, this cat wouldn't be from around here. [ He explains, as if the man simply made a mistake. ] They'd be from our crew. I dunno how long you've been here, but their name's Chishiya, you know 'em?

text; un: jtd (the day after wwx/jake's post)

[doooooog]

[ Cringe had a new name, and that name was Jake the Dog. Wounded pride drove Jake into his room, under a pile of blankets, psyching himself for yet another jaunt through his faux pas. The whole thing was like a car accident you couldn't look at for more than five minutes at a time, but also couldn't stop looking at.

Which means it takes him a while to get to Chishiya, a man he'd conveniently missed in the heightened emotions of the moment. It's a subtle little thing, but Jake actually finds himself smiling. Then grinning.

Oh yes, this was suitable distraction material right here. ]

hey there, buddy.

[dispassioned]

Ah. It looks like you've calmed down.

action; set before the gala on naephus

[doooooog]

[ To look at them, the pair were perfectly innocuous. Just a man and his dog, walking down the main street in Naephus's thriving shopping district. The section they were in now was known locally as Fashion Row, mannequins dotting the windows with the latest looks. From streetwear to black tie, just about anything and everything could be found here.

When Chishiya mentioned needing a suit for the upcoming gala the Orbers were planning to infiltrate, Jake simply couldn't help inviting himself along (not to mention, he could use the walk). All he'd ever seen Chishiya wear was a hoodie and a labcoat. Clearly, the man needed help. ]

remind me again why your shirt is missing half its buttons?

[dispassioned]

[It's true that Chishiya did have a strong preference for hoodies and more casual attire when not at work, which is why he had only bought himself one suit for attending fundraisers in.

Unfortunately it had met an untimely demise after the last fundraiser he'd made an appearance at. He sighs at Jake's question as he glances over some of the passing mannequins.]

Because it was cheap and badly made.

[He answers without missing a beat. The statement isn't untrue, exactly. When he bought the suit he hadn't been in a rush to invest much thought or money into what he wore to suck up to rich people. It's just not, in itself, the reason for the tragic fate of his dress shirt.]

text; un: mccoy

[homeostatic]

I've got a patient here who keeps asking for you. Little Miss Eulah wanted me to ask if you could bring her stuffed gator to the ward for her.

( hold pls, while he confers with said kiddo... )

She'll even pay you a whole applesauce for your troubles.

[dispassioned]

[The biggest problem with being a pediatrician is it really does a lot to ruin a man’s reputation for being a little bitch.]

I can bring it by this afternoon. There was a scuffle on the playground and I still have a couple of injuries to deal with.

[No bites this time, though, thankfully.]

How is she doing?

During the voting of whether to stay or not

[morethan084]

[While some of the other Orbers are having a heated debate on whether to stay or go, Daisy stays off to the side. Now that the adrenaline is starting to wear off, she’s really starting to feel the pain of her injuries she sustained during her and Joric’s crash landing.

Leaning against a wall, Daisy holds her hand to her ribs as if that will lessen the pain coming from them every time she inhales.]

[dispassioned]

[Chishiya is doing what he always does when things get chaotic and that is...watching and listening to all the heated discussions that are going on. A war of idealism vs practicality.

But he's already pretty much decided where his vote is going to fall, so now he's mostly just watching, which is how he notices Daisy leaning against the wall a few feet away, looking distinctly in pain.

He makes his way over to that side of the room, and leans against the wall next to her.]

So, when were you injured?

text. » un: ♠︎ ♦︎ ALICE ♥︎ ♣︎

[alternatives]

you forgot your lunch (っ˘̩╭╮˘̩)っ
want me to drop it off later?

[dispassioned]

[Ah. This is what happens when he oversleeps.]

Okay.

Bring some for yourself, too. This is the least active medical clinic I've ever encountered. I'm bored.

[So they may as well eat lunch together, right?]

audio; un: Sabriel.Abhorsen

[bindsthedead]

I'm- I don't think people realize what ending this orb's bargain might mean.

[The lifeless surroundings outside the town... Sabriel wonders if they've stumbled into a another situation like scorpion's bend, where the bargain is the only thing keeping things going.]

The crew, or the people here.

[dispassioned]

[To be honest, Chishiya has been less worried about ending this bargain than he was with ending the last one. Apparently he likes dragons more than people.]

What do you think it will mean?

text ↪ un: torontonian

[hallowing]

u got any piercings

[dispassioned]

Yes.

Why?

extremely backdated to december bc i'm a rebel

[peasant]

[ there are little ways in which she's begun to believe chishiya has begun to rub off on her. for one, and far most significantly: her newly developed cynicism, like a contagion he's passed off onto her, simply by breathing the same air. it makes the closing acts of their mission here feel overshadowed, pointless, as it nears its end — a curtain drawn on her time, the memories she's collected abroad. holidays and birthdays, especially.

(— though she supposes celebrations do tend to pale in comparison to the blood-soaked mess that awaits her on ravkan soil.)

that looming finality makes it impossible to track the days with any finesse. it feels like counting down grains in an hourglass, and praying one more won't drop; it feels like living in a fugue state, blinking to find days have passed. there's no in-between to the momentum of the days that pass, but what's certain is this — ]

You didn't tell me it was your birthday.

[ had he? okay, perhaps there's less certainty to that; with bubbling guilt, she finds she can't recall as much. she only has newt's alleged scientific method for tracking these sorts of holidays to abide by. still — she looks accordingly rumpled where she stands in chishiya's room, upon his entering, having taken it upon herself to lay ownership to it in her wait for him.

she makes for a disheveled portrait — fairly out of breath, streaks of paint drying in the ends of her hair, watercolor stains embedded in her palms. she moves to settle a bag of supplies on his bed — thinks better of it, and drops it somewhere near the wall, before she's returning to squinting at him. ]

I would've brought you a gift sooner.

[ maybe. presumably. hopefully. she likes to think as much, even if her distraction has been ... an obvious thing, wandering down corridors with something inexplicable and invisible looming overhead. the sentimentality behind the thought is impossible to argue, at the very least. ]

[dispassioned]

[He pauses in the door way and blinks as he returns from his shift at the infirmary (is he working during the holidays? absolutely). He knows to responding with "it's not important" or "it doesn't matter" is probably the wrong thing to do, even if historically, in his life, it has not actually been terribly important to anyone.]

Well, it's not something I think about very often. [A small beat.] Except when Newt asks on his surveys.

[Which is how it ended up posted publicly at movie night. He hadn't really thought about the possibility of getting gifts. Aside from the taser cake Newt provided. Which...well, it was creative, at least. And again, he refrains from saying something jaded about gifts not being necessary. Especially since, well, actually, it's kind of nice, in a way. To be thought of. He's been trying not to think about how this is all ending soon. About how his regret won't change where he ends up in Borderland. That he'll probably just go back and end up dying in the street like he was before he awoke on the Ximilia, and at that point he won't be thought of any more at all.

He tries not to think about it, and he definitely doesn't talk about it. Especially right now.

Instead he focuses on Alina, and the corner of his mouth quirks upward as he takes her in, the mess of paint in her hair and on her hands. This has always been his favorite version of her. Or, one of them, anyway.]

You've been painting.