quietplacelogs | Tried to nurse it behind my mom’s back. [Open]

Featuring: Majima (

justbeingknife) and you!
What's happening: Finding old gyms, moving house, let's get drunk on the minibar
Day/s: Throughout March
Content warning: Salty language, drinking, Majima being himself

I feel alive for the first time

[ Ever since they'd found those old boxes of footage, Majima had been wandering further and further out in his explorations, both to get a better handle on the town and because he wasn't so sure their last hit had simply been dumb luck. Sure, coincidences happened, but --

There was a tall building with a white stone facade up ahead, its entrance slightly ajar. Oiling the hinges and pushing the door open revealed a wood-floored room illuminated only by a row of high windows along the back side. PISCINE BOULLINGRIN, read the sign.

It, like its neighbors, looked long-abandoned. But the row of mirrors inside and the markings along the floor suggested that the first room had once been some kind of studio.

ooc: Feel free to stop by and have Majima ask if your character would like to explore the abandoned gym, or find him a little later on rummaging through equipment closets, searching the rooms, or starting some cleanup! This is a general placeholder for any gym-related shenanigans. ]

Each sip hits my lips like a landmine

Uh... thanks.

[ signed Majima as a native carried a bar stool through the doorway and into the house. The man waved enthusiastically at him before leaving once more -- possibly to bump into anyone standing outside.

Should anyone drop by, they'd find that the walk-in basement of Majima's new house was currently filled with random junk Majima hadn't asked for (but appreciated, don't get him wrong): a pair of tonfa, shoes, a 50-pound bag of sand, a dart board... and then there were the boxes of bottled alcohol. These were clustered around the dark wood counter of the mini bar, which to the old owner's credit was beautifully appointed.

Majima shrugged, and plucked the first of the bottles out of its carrying crate -- single malt Scotch, amber in the afternoon light. ]

Guess I'm gonna need a sign.

On the 7th day, it was said God rest/But on the 8th day he made the DVX

[ Later on in the month, with everything squared away, Majima could be found at odd hours behind the bar, cleaning glasses or reading about bartending technique.

Someone who knew him well might think he looked a little more tired than usual, but any new faces? They'd get a smile and a bow from the man at the counter. ]

What'll it be?

Wildcard

[ U know what to do. Additional prompts to follow, maybe. Feel free to hit me up on Tetradecimal or tetra | majima #2434 on discord ]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[ Well, that was new. Majima canted his head quizically at Will. ]

Whattaya mean? Like figurin' out lesson plans and so on?

[Will gloomily nods, sipping at the soda.]

yeah. or...talking to groups of people.

[ Oh. Hm. Yeah, that made sense. ]

Well, what if ya practice on me? I don't know one damn thing about drawing, so it'd be just like the real thing!

[ He used to do this back home -- serve as a mock audience. How hard could it be? ]

[Will still looks a little dubious, but he finally nods, slowly. Majima's one of the Safe Adults here. Will trusts him.]

okay. um. right now? i didn't bring any of my stuff.

Right, hold on.

[ Majima had already brought a half-used pen and notebook down for his notes about what alcohol he'd found, so locating those wasn't such a big deal. He held them up for inspection. ]

Uh, these okay for a first class? Might have a pencil somewhere, but I'd have to look.

[Awww, Majima. Will's gonna give you a soft, fond look, because he's not used to people trying. At least not for him.]

that'll work okay. just try not to mess up too much.

[He pauses, then pulls one of the bottles out of the box -- a simple one, just a brown bottle of whiskey, mostly full. He sets it onto the ground, in a beam of light filtering from upstairs.]

okay, first lesson. draw that.

What... don't I get any tips?

[ But Majima would give it his best shot. Of course, as most people did, he didn't really draw the bottle as it was, but rather half as it was and half as the platonic ideal of a bottle in general.

The neck was too narrow, the sunbeam was more of a series of rays than a real depiction of light. He frowned in concentration, seemingly putting real effort into it. ]

[Will swallows back a tiny laugh, drawing his own version of the bottle. It's a little crude, definitely the work of a kid -- but a kid who's practiced a LOT.]

shadows are important. see? you don't even have to draw a lot of the bottle cause it's clear and the shadows outline the parts that are lit up.

The what now? They're just at the bottom of the bottle, right?

[ Oh, the art uninitiated. Majima didn't really think of shadows cast on the bottle, being more focused on the direct shadow cast by the bottle on the surface it was sitting on. As for shadows could be outlines, well...

??????? ]

[Will shakes his head, reaching over and carefully scribbling around in the general shape of the beer bottle -- see, on the sides, the bottom, a little on the top. Once he outlines the shadows, he points at how the entire bottle is formed by them.

See? Art!]

[ What

that's oFF THE CHAIN .............

Majima simply stared at the paper for a moment or two, mouthing someone silently to himself that was probably some kind of variation of what. Then he looked back up at Will. ]

I'm gonna try another one.

[ Which was what he did, flipping the page over so he could apply this new bit of understanding to his drawing. ]

Tried to nurse it behind my mom’s back. [Open]

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject