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route_10652014-10-14 08:01 pm
preybeforemeals) wrote in route_10652014-10-14 08:01 pm
No need to stress, it keeps you down too much
Who: Tsukiyama, also possibly you if you're in the Goldenrod area because open logs are fun like that
Where: Goldenrod City
When: October 15
Summary: It seems being in a larger city is actually doing him some good (as is the lack of medical quarantine); today there is exploring, also attempts at shopping and alcohol, also possibly keeping appointments because why not tbh.
Rating: This is pretty much PG as hell, I think. (Possible exception for language. So it's more like 1980s-tier PG.)
Log:
If the fog is supposed to be serving as any sort of deterrent for going outside, it seems it's doing a poor job; there haven't been any tremors lately and as such Tsukiyama is out today. As usual, he's a little difficult to miss – it's one of those days where things would be perfectly fine if it weren't for the color, but if anyone wants to know (for some reason) where they can find a pea coat in a surprisingly loud shade of lavender, well, you seem to have found the guy to talk to. The jeans are a little painted-on but they're a surprisingly rational color and they don't appear to have anything legitimately wrong with them; whatever shirt he's got on underneath that coat, on the other hand, seems to be some shade of red that complements the coat but clashes splendidly with his hair, so it...might be best to encourage him to leave the offensively purple thing on.
Either way, he's seeming pretty content today; it seems that being in a larger city is doing him some good, actually. It's been a while since he could just relax, large city or otherwise; he'd spent most of his time in Cherrygrove being prodded by people who seemed very overinvested in his well-being for some reason, and before that had been Tokyo, which was...
Well, it was home, and that really manages to say everything that anyone needs to know about it. Form your own opinions.
But today seems to be dedicated to various activities, because Tsukiyama is apparently determined to slice-of-life it up while he's here and no one is going to stop him; he's got a Surskit just kind of chilling on his shoulder like it belongs there for some reason, but he doesn't seem to mind it, even if it does seem to have a bit of a habit of burying its face into his collar once in a while.
...She's shy.
A. In Which Someone Needs To Save This Man From Himself, Holy Shit
This being Goldenrod, there's no sense in being here unless you're going to hit up every shop you can possibly find. He's spending a lot of time around the flower shops for some reason, even though the weather is beginning to turn; he'll likely purchase a few things before he flits off, but for the time being he seems content to stay where he is and just look things over, and by the end of it he seems to have some of his selections – irises and rudbeckias, from the look of it – woven into the coat-fastenings at his wrist.
Clothes-wise, he's heard that Celadon is where he wants to go if he wants fashionable anything, but the department store here isn't half-bad; you just have to know what you're looking for...
...well, that and you have to get him away from the argyle. Oh my god. Someone get him away from the argyle. He has found the sweatervests, this is not a drill.
B. In Which There Are Bars
You know how sometimes somebody will walk into a bar and you just know they've never done this at any point in their short godforsaken life? They're doing that thing where they don't know what they expected but it probably wasn't this, and it takes them a moment to get used to the noise level in here but after a while they're not disoriented anymore and they're just kind of side-eyeing the actual bar and trying to act like they're not overly invested in the booze?
Yeah. Somebody's never been drinking before and is trying to figure out how good an idea it is to start...
C. In Which Appointments Are Kept
He has arranged to meet with a fair amount of people once he gets to this city; you're more than welcome to run into him, whether a specific meeting was arranged or not. If you're not catching him in one of the abovementioned areas, feel free to make up your own scenario – connect with him by chance, grab him in the street and demand to know why the hell he's so late/why didn't he call/DOESN'T HE LOVE YOU ANYMORE/whatever, orrrrr feel free to use this as a network option if you want one and ping him through that, since he is not the sort who's terribly opposed to checking his phone while sitting out in public.
D. I Know Somebody's Going To Want To Take A Fourth Option, So Consider This Your Permission To Do It
Exactly what this says on the tin.
Where: Goldenrod City
When: October 15
Summary: It seems being in a larger city is actually doing him some good (as is the lack of medical quarantine); today there is exploring, also attempts at shopping and alcohol, also possibly keeping appointments because why not tbh.
Rating: This is pretty much PG as hell, I think. (Possible exception for language. So it's more like 1980s-tier PG.)
Log:
If the fog is supposed to be serving as any sort of deterrent for going outside, it seems it's doing a poor job; there haven't been any tremors lately and as such Tsukiyama is out today. As usual, he's a little difficult to miss – it's one of those days where things would be perfectly fine if it weren't for the color, but if anyone wants to know (for some reason) where they can find a pea coat in a surprisingly loud shade of lavender, well, you seem to have found the guy to talk to. The jeans are a little painted-on but they're a surprisingly rational color and they don't appear to have anything legitimately wrong with them; whatever shirt he's got on underneath that coat, on the other hand, seems to be some shade of red that complements the coat but clashes splendidly with his hair, so it...might be best to encourage him to leave the offensively purple thing on.
Either way, he's seeming pretty content today; it seems that being in a larger city is doing him some good, actually. It's been a while since he could just relax, large city or otherwise; he'd spent most of his time in Cherrygrove being prodded by people who seemed very overinvested in his well-being for some reason, and before that had been Tokyo, which was...
Well, it was home, and that really manages to say everything that anyone needs to know about it. Form your own opinions.
But today seems to be dedicated to various activities, because Tsukiyama is apparently determined to slice-of-life it up while he's here and no one is going to stop him; he's got a Surskit just kind of chilling on his shoulder like it belongs there for some reason, but he doesn't seem to mind it, even if it does seem to have a bit of a habit of burying its face into his collar once in a while.
...She's shy.
A. In Which Someone Needs To Save This Man From Himself, Holy Shit
This being Goldenrod, there's no sense in being here unless you're going to hit up every shop you can possibly find. He's spending a lot of time around the flower shops for some reason, even though the weather is beginning to turn; he'll likely purchase a few things before he flits off, but for the time being he seems content to stay where he is and just look things over, and by the end of it he seems to have some of his selections – irises and rudbeckias, from the look of it – woven into the coat-fastenings at his wrist.
Clothes-wise, he's heard that Celadon is where he wants to go if he wants fashionable anything, but the department store here isn't half-bad; you just have to know what you're looking for...
...well, that and you have to get him away from the argyle. Oh my god. Someone get him away from the argyle. He has found the sweatervests, this is not a drill.
B. In Which There Are Bars
You know how sometimes somebody will walk into a bar and you just know they've never done this at any point in their short godforsaken life? They're doing that thing where they don't know what they expected but it probably wasn't this, and it takes them a moment to get used to the noise level in here but after a while they're not disoriented anymore and they're just kind of side-eyeing the actual bar and trying to act like they're not overly invested in the booze?
Yeah. Somebody's never been drinking before and is trying to figure out how good an idea it is to start...
C. In Which Appointments Are Kept
He has arranged to meet with a fair amount of people once he gets to this city; you're more than welcome to run into him, whether a specific meeting was arranged or not. If you're not catching him in one of the abovementioned areas, feel free to make up your own scenario – connect with him by chance, grab him in the street and demand to know why the hell he's so late/why didn't he call/DOESN'T HE LOVE YOU ANYMORE/whatever, orrrrr feel free to use this as a network option if you want one and ping him through that, since he is not the sort who's terribly opposed to checking his phone while sitting out in public.
D. I Know Somebody's Going To Want To Take A Fourth Option, So Consider This Your Permission To Do It
Exactly what this says on the tin.
D - PARKER POPS UP BEHIND HIM
...Does your hair taste like grapes?
[Sometimes you just gotta know these things.]
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That's certainly new, isn't it.
[And there's a light laugh behind the words when he says it, and it doesn't take him too long to relax, though he's still keeping his attention in her general direction because really, woman.]
I wouldn't know, actually, but I'd imagine it doesn't.
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...When the Mightyena and Ninetales at your feet are better dressed than you in perpetual fedora and diamond necklace, respectively, that's kind of saying something.
But naturally, Parker is undeterred.]
So you've never tried?
[...Undeterred at discussing with a complete stranger whether or not he's ever tasted his hair, apparently.]
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That said, the outfit is...a bit messy, but whatever floats her boat, he supposes. Humans can wear whatever they want; he isn't going to tell them no if they're not soliciting the opinion somehow.]
I've never had reason to, actually. Why would I?
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[That...seems simple enough...]
...Aren't you curious?
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[Because while he can't argue the logic itself, he can certainly question where the hell it came from.]
If I were to ask you what yours tastes like, would you know?
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[From the way she says it, there's a pretty apparent "...doesn't everyone know the flavor of their own hair?" implicit in the explanation.]
What do you wash it with?
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[AS MUCH AS HE COMPLETELY DISLIKES THAT.]
It's not usually tropical, however; that's a little unsuiting.
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[PARKER...]
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Ah, but that isn't the case, no.
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...Ah, never mind, mademoiselle, it's not important.
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[And then there's just this kind of stalled-out pause, where it's pretty clear that Parker is really not sure what she's supposed to do with this conversation or the direction it's headed, and thus after a few seconds she clicks over into the default of "backflip out of the conversation, preferably not literally, also do not jump out a window, under no circumstances stab this man".]
Well, think about tasting your hair sometime. It builds character.
[And unless he stops her, she will leave him with that very surreal experience of the day.]