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tornheart2017-08-22 08:36 pm
singlefaith) wrote in tornheart2017-08-22 08:36 pm
Entry tags:
Sensory overload
Who: Ran, Chikusa, Heiji, and Conan in one; Ran and Heiji in the other. OPEN PROMPT AVAILABLE TOO.
When: A few days after Awakening and this conversation.
Where: Stop and Smell the Roses (Ran's mother's flower shop) and the Hartwell house
What: Probable Doom on all fronts
A. Closed - Stepping into the flower shop is like walking into a small secret garden. The space itself isn't huge -- in fact, it's one of the smaller shops on the street. But it makes an impression. The scent hits first -- dozens of different flower types twining into one heady aroma, with the underlying faintly musty tang of fresh soil and moss. Color is next -- peach and purple and pink and red and yellow and pale green and nearly every color in between, clustered in pails and urns and great glass vases that trail ivy. Silk flowers mingle in with the fresh, and it's nearly impossible to tell the difference between them unless they're in the refrigerators that line a back wall. Antiques and curiosities -- large furniture, ornate mirrors, lamps, knick-nacks -- mingle in with the flowers, waiting to be discovered among the blooms.
There's a network of narrow pathways to move around the store, periodically dotted with garden arches twined with silk ivy and tiny flowers. One trail wends its way through back to the working counter, where Ran's mother (and sometimes Ran, on lesser arrangements) arranges flowers. Another leads back towards the register (also an antique) and the refrigerated arrangements. Another door, marked "Employees Only," leads down to a dungeon-like basement.
This is Stop and Smell the Roses. It's currently occupied by one Ran Mouri, trying to work with Chikusa after a certain conversation. Can this really go well?
. . . We forgot to mention the detectives lurking around to keep an eye on things. There may be no hope.
B. Closed - A few days of awkward silence pass. Finally, Ran resolves to do something about it. She comes to the Hartwell house in the early morning just as she used to do before her memories returned, letting herself in out of habit. It's still quite early, and the kitchen is dark and empty. Drawing a breath, Ran flicks the lights on and begins to work.
The smell of warm pancakes and coffee fills the house, the aroma coaxing the boys downstairs.
There's one she needs to talk to in particular.
C. OPEN - Want to come in the flower shop to interact with Chikusa or Ran? Come on in!
When: A few days after Awakening and this conversation.
Where: Stop and Smell the Roses (Ran's mother's flower shop) and the Hartwell house
What: Probable Doom on all fronts
A. Closed - Stepping into the flower shop is like walking into a small secret garden. The space itself isn't huge -- in fact, it's one of the smaller shops on the street. But it makes an impression. The scent hits first -- dozens of different flower types twining into one heady aroma, with the underlying faintly musty tang of fresh soil and moss. Color is next -- peach and purple and pink and red and yellow and pale green and nearly every color in between, clustered in pails and urns and great glass vases that trail ivy. Silk flowers mingle in with the fresh, and it's nearly impossible to tell the difference between them unless they're in the refrigerators that line a back wall. Antiques and curiosities -- large furniture, ornate mirrors, lamps, knick-nacks -- mingle in with the flowers, waiting to be discovered among the blooms.
There's a network of narrow pathways to move around the store, periodically dotted with garden arches twined with silk ivy and tiny flowers. One trail wends its way through back to the working counter, where Ran's mother (and sometimes Ran, on lesser arrangements) arranges flowers. Another leads back towards the register (also an antique) and the refrigerated arrangements. Another door, marked "Employees Only," leads down to a dungeon-like basement.
This is Stop and Smell the Roses. It's currently occupied by one Ran Mouri, trying to work with Chikusa after a certain conversation. Can this really go well?
. . . We forgot to mention the detectives lurking around to keep an eye on things. There may be no hope.
B. Closed - A few days of awkward silence pass. Finally, Ran resolves to do something about it. She comes to the Hartwell house in the early morning just as she used to do before her memories returned, letting herself in out of habit. It's still quite early, and the kitchen is dark and empty. Drawing a breath, Ran flicks the lights on and begins to work.
The smell of warm pancakes and coffee fills the house, the aroma coaxing the boys downstairs.
There's one she needs to talk to in particular.
C. OPEN - Want to come in the flower shop to interact with Chikusa or Ran? Come on in!
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Then, for that kind of thing, could you write something on that? I'll focus on the practical reasons...
[Learning how business works, handling money, that kind of thing.]
When we have access to those... Persona- [That's what Luci had called them, hadn't he?] -then it'll be easier. For now, teamwork is the hardest thing to do... But we can't be obvious about it.
...But teamwork is a mental thing, right?
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Yeah, that's fine with me.
[He'd have it ready in a day or two, but more immediately, he shook his head in disagreement with the rest of what Chikusa had to say.]
It's mental and physical. Even if we can't use our Personas, we still need to learn how to work together and what everyone's strengths and weaknesses are. It's...kind of like playing soccer. A team that doesn't know each other doesn't trust each other and they make dumb mistakes on the field.
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[His head tilts slightly.]
Working physically together would be ideal... But just adjusting to how we are as people in a team situation... That's the core of it, I'd think. So maybe we could use some sort of multiplayer game... It's the only thing that will be available to use after curfew.
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[The idea of sitting around in front of a screen mashing buttons wasn't one that sounded very appealing to Fubuki at first, although...some sports games were multiplayer, and that meant that there was a chance they could all play virtual soccer together. While that wouldn't be real soccer, it'd still be the closest he'd been to the actual sport since Awakening.
He missed it so much that he couldn't possibly reject Chikusa's suggestion and a broad smile erupted on his face as he leaned forward. You could take the boy out of soccer, but not soccer out of the boy, it seemed.]
I like that idea! That sounds like fun.
[Never mind it'd be more likely they'd be playing first person shooters than sports games...]
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[Fubuki's sudden learn forward only has Chikusa lean back, caught off guard by the sudden enthusiasm. It'd been the easiest thing he could think of, something that would require a bit of coordinating but still more manageable than getting them all to break curfew to play CT. Awkwardly, his fingers rub against the surface of the table.]
You.... seem like you have an idea or something...
[That or he's really excited to have an excuse slacking off playing video games.]