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

[justbeingknife]

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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[ thomas takes a half step back as majima moves to unzip the bag, but keeps his flashlight aimed low. half of him is weirdly eager to find out else is inside ( he knows for sure that it's not empty, because it would have been lighter when he was taking it down ), but the other half of him doesn't really need or want the confirmation that the rest of the body that bone came from is tucked away inside. because he's pretty sure it is, and he isn't so sure he wants to know what that means.

he only leans in a little once majima's got everything unzipped, his flashlight sweeping slowly back and forth, shifting from object to object to get a better look. it's pretty much exactly what he feared they'd find. but where did the bag come from? was it left behind by a passenger who left in a hurry, and if so, what the hell were they doing with human bones in their luggage? or was it hidden down here, tucked away where someone else thought no one would think to look for it? how long had it been down here in the dark?

thomas's eyes shift back and forth as his mind races, his brows furrowing slowly. he looks up as majima sets the smaller bone down with the rest, then looks over at newt. he says nothing, but that's because he doesn't have to; they've got this way of having whole conversations conveyed through glances and subtle expressions.

for the most part, he's calm. confused and unsure of what to do with this discovery, but a bag of bones isn't exactly a threat so he's not scared. not yet. thomas presses his lips together, then turns his attention back to the bag. after a moment, he steps forward and crouches down slowly, and with a steady hand, he reaches out for what looks like the handle of a knife peeking out from a thin bundle of gauze.

no harm in having a little extra protection down here if this is the sort of thing they're going to be stumbling upon. he leaves everything else, straightens back up, takes a step back. another glance at majima, and then he's tapping out a response on his device. ]

... Do we keep going?

[ because he's pretty done with this bag-o-bones business, but he's still down to explore the subway. honestly, if majima decides he's had enough for the day, thomas will more than likely keep looking around without him, because now he's got hundreds more questions, and the only way he's going to get any of them answered is if he stays.

thomas looks to newt then, silently asking him the same question. newt is probably the one person who could convince him to leave immediately. ]

[limped]

[ Well, he's glad to see that someone is reacting to a bag of bones and teeth the normal way, but somehow, Newt isn't actually as alarmed by the teeth, if anything, he'd been expecting it to be packed to the brim with bones, so this is a lot better. His attention flickers from both his adventure companions, lingering on Thomas as they exchange a look.

Finally, he steps a little closer, getting a better look, and what alarms him more is the fact that there are knives. This is definitely someone's secret stash, and while he normally wouldn't care about it, he looks up to Majima before shifting slightly to type on his device and hold it up to him and then to Tommy. ]

Is it safe to leave this here. If whoever left it comes back they'd be right below us with these knives.

[ In Newt's opinion it's all junk, other than the knives, but it feels like something someone left to fall back on. Sure, there's no evidence that whoever left this is even still alive, but if they'd been morbid enough to pry teeth out of hopefully dead bodies or skulls, he doesn't want to know what they'd do to a living person.

Of course, he's making a lot of assumptions, about this person, who was probably a Crank and long dead now anyway. And while he hates to admit it, it unearths a lot of new questions Newt has about this place. Clearly someone had been in here. Were they living in it? Were they using it to travel? Was it something else? Newt's getting vibes off of all of it, but nothing incredibly worse than that creepy mall had given him. At least this time, they know what they're up against.

He lowers his device, watching Thomas type out a message to Majima too. Newt rolls his shoulders, looking back at the door they'd wedged through. Then Tommy's looking to him with the same question, and Newt find himself nodding, even if almost every fibre of his being says that it's a bad idea. Staying out in the Maze during the night had been a bad idea to him too, as had running out into the Scorch, and yet both of them had ended up working out for the best. ]