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February 2022 Test Drive
MAIN NAVIGATION
1. ENTRY
It feels like a dream as you wake up in what appears to be a government office. It is remarkably mundane: white walls, small screens with the number that is being served and at what desk, chairs along the perimeter of the room, and pleasant music playing from unseen speakers. There's nothing out of the ordinary, right?
Then you take a look at the inhabitants in the office: Lost Souls and youkai alike make up the ranks of a never-ending line in front of a desk manned by an akaname in a suit. However, another youkai, a hyakume, is your first contact in this world. You're instructed to take a number and stand in the queue. Take a seat if you want– but you're reminded to be quick when your number is called or you'll be passed by.
Congratulations: you're in Hell.
If you're lucky, you're in line behind a fellow Lost Soul. If you're less lucky, you're stuck behind any number of youkai that may be disturbing to look at or ones that may actively try to harm you. The ones with long arms may even try to steal your ticket from further back in the line.
Make small talk, try not to freak out, and keep your ticket safe (or maybe try to steal a better one) as you make your way up in the line.
2. THE CITY
Once you've been processed through the line, you're given your assignment to one of the four possible clans with directions to their respective clan offices. The city itself looks remarkably similar to a modern Japanese city, complete with narrow alleyways connecting wider streets. Glaring neon signs advertising various businesses compete for your attention, even the most mundane businesses.
Once you tear your attention away from the myriad distractions, your task is to find your way to the office. The akaname didn't exactly give you clear directions, just a piece of paper with an address printed on it. You’re on your own to find your way there.Ask your fellow Lost Souls for directions or stubbornly find your way to the office all on your own. No matter how you get there, once you've made your way to the office you're given your lodgings (for rookies, it’s always the cheapest inn or apartment block in the area) and told to go out and get a feel for the city.
- Those assigned to the Shuten Clan are directed to the gambling district.
- The Tamamo Clan members are directed to the red light district.
- New members of the Sutoku Alliance are pointed to the entertainment district.
- Those assigned to The Department of the Enma are sent to the administrative district.
3. STREET FIGHT - SHUTEN TERRITORY
Scuffles break out all the time in Jigokucho, especially in the district dominated by the Shuten Clan. Whether it's a rival clan posturing over someone being on the wrong turf, shakedowns of all sorts, or just someone with a chip on their shoulder picking a fight: it always draws a crowd of onlookers.
No matter what street you're going down or what you're on your way to do, there always seems to be a fight to block the way. Take a look, take bets, or maybe you're the one caught in the brawl. Maybe someone decided they didn't like the way you looked at them or maybe they're trying to catch you in a petty scam. You may also feel the need to step in when fights are looking particularly one-sided.
Get used to this happening.
4. STICKY PAWS - SUTOKU TERRITORY
One of the more adorable features in the city is a cat cafe. Located within Sutoku territory, it always draws a steady crowd. If you're lured in by the adorable cats in the window, you're welcomed into a pleasant, cat-friendly environment with cats of every shape, color, and size lounging on various surfaces while being doted on by patrons. Of course not everything is as it seems: these are no ordinary cats. They're bakeneko in disguise and this cafe is a clever way to spirit away a few more coins for the Sutoku Alliance's coffers.
You may notice your wallet is a few (thousand) bills lighter at some point during your visit or your wallet may be missing entirely. Maybe it was one of your fellow patrons helping themselves while you were playing with a cat or maybe it was one of the cats. Who's to say? You quickly realize this place is not on the up and up; you have to do something about it.
Chase down one of the cats, confront your fellow patrons, or maybe try to shake down the owner for information. The latter won't get you very far, but maybe it'll make you feel better about losing your cash to a cute scam.
5. HELP WANTED - TAMAMO TERRITORY
CW: potentially NSFW, optional aphro
If you find yourself in the red light district, you might find yourself pulled into something else entirely. A scout in front of one of the numerous clubs drags you in off the street, assuming you're from the Tamamo Clan. It doesn't matter if you are or not, the scout is not listening to your protests. They say something about staffing shortages as you're shoved into the employee area of the club. The club manager then pushes some clothes at you and tells you to get out onto the floor once you're dressed. It might be a host club, it might be a bikini or banana bar, or maybe something even more salacious – whatever it is, you're working there for the night.
There are also barkers aggressively recruiting clients for these clubs, promising a good time for anyone who wants it. Whether it be the company of a pretty host or hostess, the lurid appeal of a strip show, or perhaps even other pleasures of the flesh: there's plenty to tempt even the most resistant.
Work at a club for the night or partake in the pleasures. Drinks flow like water, some with a little something extra to help things along. Everything is transactional here. As you have the money, you're bound to find something that tickles your fancy.
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No. I was just at my job and... Well, I might have taken a nap.
[There were slow days and nights at the Grind after all. And it wasn't as if Oren or Iona minded since she was awake and alert during the busier hours. Reaching up to rub the back of her neck, she continues slowly, trying to see if she can retrace her memories back to anything particularly important.]
It was a day pretty much like any other. I didn't even feel as if anything was going to be off. I work at a cafe, but it wasn't very busy from what I'm able to recall.
[Letting out a huff, she rests her face in her palms.]
I half expected to find my boss here, to be honest. This would be more up her alley than mine.
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[Huh. What an intriguing thing to say for someone who supposedly works at a cafe. But sure enough, this line of conversation alone was enough to confirm some of Gojyo's assumptions about Mont. This sort of situation wasn't a usual place for her. Which meant the world they were in was not normal for her.]
So you are new here, huh? How interesting.
[He tilted his head to face her. His crimson red eyes were intense as he met her gaze. That, along with the matching color of his hair contrasting against the blues shimmering scales which crept along his cheeks.]
Tell me, have you ever had experience with youkai before?
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[Monts straightens out her back and glances at Gojyo with a smile.]
The cafe I work at is owned by a witch and it gets all sorts of customers from... Everywhere? Pretty much anywhere and everywhere. I guess I should have led with that. Our customers are anyone from a normal human to anyone that's gifted with powers or non-human.
[She points at the redhead.]
I can safely say, some of them looked a little like you.
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[Her response was enough to get a full-out laugh from him. With everything he had seen in his life up until this point, a 'cross-species cross-world cafe where just about anyone hung out' was enough of something that could exist as any. His smile was wide as his eyes flashed in response to her perception.
Not that he was hiding anything. Just cautious considering where he came from. He knew the implications that could come with their line of conversation.]
Ahah, but yeah, you're right. With how you're describing it, you probably came in contact with a few people like me.
[Well, not exactly like him. He was a bit of a rare case, even by most standards. But Monts wasn't wrong in her trail of thinking.]
You're pretty interesting, aren't you? In more ways than one.
[Well, no point in either of them cutting around corners. Gojyo may as well get to the point with how the conversation was going.]
You're human, right?
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[When Iona had offered Monts to work at the Midnight Grind, she didn't accept right away. It seemed suspicious and kitschy after what she had been through, but she had owed the witch and her golem. And before she knew it, time had passed her knowledge of other worlds and other people had expanded. Her heart didn't heal per se, but it slowly opened up, softened, always eager and interested to know who or what else would come through the door of the cafe because they were all different and they all had a story that made her feel less lonely, day by day.
And yet when it came to herself... Well. It wasn't the first time she's heard a question like the one Gojyo just presented to her.]
... I started off that way.
[She turns away from him to look at her clasped hands resting in her lap.]
And currently, I'm... Well, I'm just me. [She tries to smile lightly to alleviate the tension and somewhat reassure Gojyo that he didn't overstep his boundaries.]
More than one customer has asked me that question before. My easy answer is just, 'yes.'
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[So they had some similarities did they? Maters of 'mostlys' 'maybes' and 'soft-ofs' seemed to be becoming more and more a way of life the further he traveled between places such as this.
It was reassuring in a way, of course. It left that lingering feeling of not being so strange as he once thought he was. It was nice.
And it certainly made him feel a hell of a lot more relaxed.
His eyes once more seemed to linger over her cautiously as he tried to gauge something up.]
Funny. Up to this point, every human I've run into had a mask with them. I thought that was just how things ran around here.
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[She wishes it wasn't and that it really was just all in her head (but that's also the problem, everything in her head that is).]
A mask? Are you talking about literal ones or metaphorical ones?
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But that was neither here nor there. Since the topic wasn't being pushed any further, Gojyo was more than happy to move on in their conversation.]
Literal. Like, hold on--
[Shifting around, he began untying something that was attached to the belt of his yukata. Holding up a small mask decorated in shimmering blue scales. He offered it out in her so that she could better look it over.]
It usually comes with those of us dragged over from other worlds. At least that's what I've been told when I first ended up in Hakagemachi. It's supposed to represent your attachment to your youkai.
[He paused, a small smirk forming as his eyes traveled over her once more.]
But you don't seem to have one. You're the first person with any human blood in you I've met in months that didn't.
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That so? I've never heard of Hakagemachi, but that's an interesting system from what you're telling me... I don't think a mask would fit my style if I had to wear one.
[She looks up at Gojyo, her eyes widening slightly in surprise when he mentions the fact about being dragged from and to other worlds.]
So this isn't your first ride then? I knew about other worlds, but I never thought I'd be taken to one so randomly.
[Working at the witch's cafe for her, meant she had a polite distance from whatever was on the other side of the door. Said door also ensured her safe return to her home.]
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The youkai scene is more or less typical for me, though.
[He watched her examine the mask cautiously. He may have empathized with Mont, but there was still reservation regarding sharing his experiences.]
They're less of a representation of you and your aesthetic and more something to represent the youkai possessing you, I think. I guess what it looked like before it took us over? Everyone who got spirited would usually end up with one. So things this time around are a little weird.
I don't know. Guess noticing you lacking a mask solidified that things aren't exactly par for the course.
[
Everything until this point pretty much matched up to Gojyo's other experiences. But Monts was something new and different.]
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[She holds out the mask to return it to Gojyo.]
There's one guy I know... Not a youkai, but he's classified as a mizuchi or a water dragon.
[He's also annoying, but Monts doesn't really hate him. Sort of.]
I did ask him if I was some type of youkai, or something similar. Because...
[Monts reaches up to touch the back of her neck.]
... Well, it's probably too much to hope for. I wouldn't know what to do if I had a definite answer anyway.
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[He knew what it had meant to be between things in life, to not fit in any one place or another. But at least he had a clue as to what he was, as messy and convoluted as it may have been.
He couldn't imagine what it felt like not even to know that much.
Taking the mask back, he wrapped it over his forehead, allowing it to rest above his brow. The oddly growing comfort of its presence reassured him in his thoughts.]
Well, you said it yourself. You're you. And, yeah, maybe there is some comfort that comes with knowing the details about yourself-- But in the end, I think whatever odd combo came together to bring you here today is pretty awesome in itself, yeah?
[He slumped forward in his chair, digging into the folds of his hakama to pull out a pack of cigarettes. If they were going to make him wait this long in an office forcefully, they could deal with his smoking.]
We mix-breed weirdos have some complicated shit to deal with, but what's the fun in living everyday life any other way? If anything, it's people like us who know how to have fun, right?
[Hell, he'll even toss another playful wink her way in an attempt to accentuate the point.]
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I might have calmed down over time, but I know a thing or two about fun.
[This wasn't how Monts envisioned her first day in another world to be like. Here she was, essentially trapped in bureaucratic limbo which was its own type of hell talking to a redheaded man whom she inferred had his own past and his own demons. That last part wasn't bad at least. It helped settle the fear of not going home to her grandparents or seeing the cafe for an indefinite amount of time.
Whatever was outside these doors, whether she understood herself or not, at least the company is good. She isn't necessarily alone.]
Hey, Gojyo? How do you like your coffee?
[She seems to have cheered up a little.]
I could use a cup right now, but it'll be a while until we all figure out how we're going to settle down here.
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[He leaned back in his chair once more, not dropping his grin in the slightest as he began pulling out his Zippo lighter. He gladly used it to light the cancer stick up before taking a slow inhale, enjoying the sensation of the smoke filling his lungs.
Yeah, there was no way he was dead.]
Usually, I take mine black.
[He liked things that had a bitter flavor. Fresh coffee, dark chocolate, a lingering kiss goodbye. All the things that were hard to gulp down but easy to savor.]
Why? Did you see a coffee in the machine here?
[Probably a good idea to drink something. The last thing Gojyo wanted was to get distracted from the numbers again.]
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[Because hell would be inconvenient like that.]
... No, I was just thinking... We don't have a full picture of what it's like out there, but if we can get settled with little trouble, I'd like to make some coffee.
[Monts beams at him.]
And I'd like to share with someone.
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[He tilted his head slightly with that, his eyes softening as he watched her beam out. Dang, how could he not find himself endeared by it all?]
Sounds pretty nice. Considering how you do it for a living, I bet you'd make a pretty good cup.
[He scooted in closer with that. Far more comfortable with their conversation now that they were starting to warm up to each other some. His knees were only centimeters from hers, leaning his chin into his hand as he sat forward. ]
I wouldn't mind tasting it some time~ Hopefully soon?
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[Marianna is someone who is more than aware when others look at her and due to various reasons (she can't feel pain, warmth, touch, vicinity, she depends on those to read the room, to understand because her own self can barely register), she hopes that she's gotten a hold of reading body language.
Not that Gojyo was being subtle, but in a way, that was a relief. Fun even. Guys like him were fun because they definitely weren't going to get an immediate read on her.]
I have, in fact, improved in my coffee and teamaking skills.
[She also knows how to play along. So leaning forward, just letting her knee brush against his, so briefly, it could be mistaken for just nothing at all.]
So maybe you'll be lucky and get a taste...
[She angles her head in such a way that even the dull office lights make her eyes glint mischeiviously...]
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[And then she just pokes Gojyo's forehead before drawing back. Yes. Just like that.]
So don't get too excited, okay? Look forward to it! It'll make the wait here that much better.
[That smooth tone? That look in her eyes? Monts is very good at transitioning it to casual, cute, and yeah, it's nothing, don't think about it, silly.]
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OH!
So she was the type who's flirt back, was she? He had to admit; he was surprised, and, for a moment, he even allowed that to play upon his expression as she teased and hovered far closer than any initial meeting would allow. The way she lured him in was more than enough to get him so scoot closer still--
All the way until that moment he found her index finger placed square against his forehead. The action caused him to go cross-eyed as she cheerfully returned her all too casual distance.
So that was the game she wanted to play, huh? It was a game he missed. One he didn't have time to play for years due to circumstances far beyond his control. It was almost refreshing.
So hell yeah, he was willing to keep playing.
He offered up his best playful dopey grin as he sat back up and ruffled at his long crimson hair, richly chuckling out as he continued the conversation as if absolutely nothing happened.]
Word it like that, and you make waiting sound like it'll be tough. It makes me all the more excited to tase this high-quality coffee of yours. But--
[He flopped back in his seat with that, stretching his legs out and resting his head back against his arms. Taking a small puff of his cigarette and watching the smoke disperse as he thought it over.]
I think I'm okay with being patient. Things aren't good until a pro has all the best tools at their disposal, yeah? But, well, if you ever need any help, know you got a pair of solid arms here who will be happy to help you carry it all back home~