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 ]

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There's no real term for the era, or at least not that I know of.

[He just knows of the emperors who have come and gone. He's hardly a scribe or an educator, though (not that he can't read.)]

Let's just say that there are far more differences than similarities. Transportation is by foot, horse, or ship. Communication across distances can take weeks; anything like these devices, or "phones" aren't even a figment of the imagination. And there's certainly no "electricity" or running water. I'd never seen a stove, although we have clay ovens. The architecture and building materials are also very different compared to what I'm used to.

[SHOULD HE GO ON?]

[ Majima listened with genuine interest, though it sounded like his mental picture of Jae-Ha's home had been pretty accurate to begin with. The distant past, from his own perspective. ]

Then comin' here had to be some surprise. You look like you're doin' okay, though. Some people from the future out here still ain't type as well as you.

[ GOOD JOB, BUDDY. Should Jae-Ha's glass be running low, Majima would tip the bottle of kakubin at him as if to ask if he wanted a refill. ]

The jump from '88 to here ain't too big. It's mostly everything's just smaller. Like records, they turned into these shiny metal discs.

It's been more of a whiplash than a surprise. I consider myself rather capable when it comes to adjusting, thankfully. Although I still am rather infuriated with these circumstances. We might as well be slaves.

[ So yes. He absolutely needs another drink or two or ten. ]

What are records?

They're used to store music. Ya put load one on a player, and it plays sound based on the grooves on the record.

[ Majima poured Jae-Ha another drink, though not without a raised eyebrow. ]

Slaves?

[ I mean knitting wasn't all that fun or whatever but ]

Yet another thing that seems like magic to me.

[There's likely no end to that, honestly. But it keeps things interesting.]

We were abducted, have no known way to escape, forced to live in a certain manner, and told what and what not to do. I'm not going to blame or see the natives as our captors, but that doesn't mean we have our freedom. This world is terrifying, obviously so, but also utterly deplorable.

[Yeah, sorry. He has issues about this kind of thing. He's been a prisoner before. He didn't break free only to be locked up again after so many years.]

I ain't too fond of it myself. But compared to where I was, I gotta admit it's an improvement in the freedom department.

[ Majima fished in his pocket, found the carton he'd found with all the rest of this stuff, and took out a single cigarette. He lit it in a practiced motion, then took a drag.

Kiryu was right. He'd missed this. ]

[ That just gets Jae-Ha to pause. ]

I see. I can't possibly, or even remotely begin to wrap my mind around that, but I won't try and insist that you see it another way. After all, we also did just meet.

[ Majima exhaled -- a pale, curling wisp of smoke. ]

Don't get me wrong, I still hate it here. But yeah, alright.

So you got a plan to get back, or you just waitin' it out?

I don't think there's even an option that can be made at the moment.

Yeah? Sora said sooner or later, people pop back to where they were. But that's too damn vague for me.

So I been pokin' around instead. Even if I don't find anything, I figure it's better than going stir crazy.

Can't say I've met him. How does he know?

Yeah, I guess so. There are still quite a few things of interest to check out.

Said he was old hat to the showin' up in another world game.

Of course, I don't get why he'd wanna stay here, of all places. Maybe it's better than all the places he showed up before.

That seems unique all on its own. Although in general the fact that other worlds truly exist is pretty crazy.

So he was one of the people who chose to become a permanent citizen?

Yeah, that's right. Said he was tired of running around.

And hey, least one of his friends showed up. Maybe it'll work out.

The space station Eddie used to be on sounds a lot cushier, though.

Good for him, then.

[Not that Jae-Ha can wrap his mind around it yet (probably never will).]

. . . A space station?

Yeah, a big metal contraption out in... out above the sky, where the stars are.

He lived there, so I guess there must've been oxygen and food and such.

[He doesn't even know what the word "oxygen" is supposed to mean. And how the hell would something even stay up in the air like that in the first place??]

. . . The future truly sounds bizarre. Interesting and neat, sure, but really, really bizarre.

Yeah, there's all kindsa weird shit in the future.

[ Majima took another drag. ]

But I bet we still got a lot of the things you guys do. Work, dancing, punks who try to shake ya down for money...

[He almost has to laugh to that.]

Yeah, probably. Although for the latter, that sounds like something both of the crews I've been with would try and stop.

Crews? Don't sound like ya mean street gangs, there.

[ If... Jae-Ha's time even had street gangs. ]

Nah, nothing like that. I mean my traveling companions; Zeno is one of them. And before I joined them, I was a pirate.

[ Much more Dignified than a street gang. Really. ]

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

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