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episode 1: Klever Komedy
March 1st, 10.32pm.
[ The feed, its operator unseen, opens up to a small apartment where a red-haired man is currently lying asleep on a couch. It’s about as interesting as watching sleeping people typically is: that is to say, not at all. Minimalistic movement is all that the subject of the video offers as a way of entertainment, with the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest being the highlight. Makes you wonder why a video is even necessary.
The reason makes itself apparent a couple of beats after--
Namely, there’s a telltale twitch, followed shortly by a low grunt of irritation and a long exhale that’s drawn out and squeezed to its maximum capacity. Predictably, the motions that follow shortly afterward are similarly sluggish, uncoordinated -- movement is an infliction that this man clearly does not want to deal with.
Stopping short of rolling right off the couch, he glances up. Catches sight of the camera, stares straight at the video. ]
. . . What are you doing?
[ Laughter sounds from the feed’s operator. ] Filming, filming, of course!
[ Another pause, and a sense of eye-rolling (if this man could be bothered to do such a thing) later, he rises to his feet. Using a heavy hand to sweep at his forehead and hair-- ]
And Kusanagi?
Still working on his thesis of HOMRA’s layout. He hasn’t moved yet.
[ The camera follows the original subject of the video as he moves towards the newly designated ‘Kusanagi’, who is busy at work with something at a desk. If there’s even a moment that’s taken to consider that maybe this may not be a good time to intrude, it’s not shown in the red-haired man’s demeanor and behavior.
The video suddenly zooms back as if to catch the entirety of the scene, as though something hilarious is about to go down and the operator is determined not to miss any of it. ]
Oi.
There are leftovers in the fridge. Heat those up for now. [ He makes an irritable gesture for him to let him be, before turning back to begin fervently writing again. It was pretty obvious what he had wanted, so he’s straight to the point.
The red-haired man’s hunger levels must be at epic proportions as there isn’t even a customary glare of irritation before he walks out of the video, likely in the direction of the kitchen. ]
How are the plans coming along, Kusanagi-san?
They should be done within the week. [ His answer is prompt, and they can be sure that he won’t be leaving his spot until they were completed. ] Th’ stools. . . They were about ten centimetres apart from each other, weren’t they? Either ten or nine point eight. An’ th’ dimensions of the shelves. . . They were definitely somewhere around . . . [ His voice trails off here, but he begins to jot things down again. ]
-- haha, Kusanagi-san really remembers everything about the bar!
[ Behind this conversation, there’s the sound of a fridge door opening and closing shut, the latter much louder and more ominous. Heavy footsteps come back around towards the recording scene.
Whatever Kusanagi’s answer was going to be is cut short with a gruff-- ]
There aren’t any.
Mm, I ate them a while ago!
Totsuka can cook for ya, then. I’m tryin’ ta concentrate here.
[ Cue red-haired man’s re-entrance into the video, his unwavering focus back on the camera and its mysterious operator. This gaze says, quite clearly: F O O D. ]
Alright, alright~! I’ll get on it. Any requests?
[ While everything thus far has been relatively peaceful, suddenly, it’s as if the sound of screeching tires can be heard, disrupting the flow of everyday traffic. ]
. . . Th’ paintings can’t be replicated. [ Unlike his calm and casual demeanour from before, while still expressionless -- there was now a particular threat in the way he held himself. ]
Aah? [ Yeah, he’s as confused as any viewer. Paintings? What the fuck? ]
A lot of the decor was imported, so we’re gonna have ta replace ‘em all with somethin’ else too. [ He just keeps going on and on. . .
But then, he realises, something is off. Having to peel his eyes from his work, he casually glances over his shoulder to finally notice that indeed, Totsuka had his tablet propped up and running. For a split moment, it’s as if everyday traffic is suddenly interrupted by the screeching of tires; the next, everything is back to complete normalcy. ]
HOMRA was a bar I ran back where we came from. Noticed you guys were lackin’, so I figured I might as well start it up here. [ Izumo slips into a business-like smile here, as if trying to dispel any impressions that had been conjured as a result of his prior banters.] If ya respond to this, that’s one drink on the house that ya can redeem. So think about stoppin’ by in the near future, yeah? It’ll be worth your time, promise.
[ Clearly speaking to the camera now. ] There we have it, an offer made directly by the one and only HOMRA bartender himself! Don't let this valuable once-in-a-lifetime offer slip away! And so, the bar HOMRA and its coolest bartender, Izumo Kusanagi-san, both look forward to your patronage!
... Oi. [ The beast continues to be ignored. If you haven’t been neglecting all the red, then you’ve been reading this post very wrong. ]
Oh! King's food-- [ He’s interrupted by a sudden soft thud. It may not be too audible, but the operator clearly hears it. The camera feed swings with its operator, looking towards the apartment’s door. ] Ah, a visitor? Hold up, I’m coming!
[ And the feed follows its operator towards the door, which opens to the sight of a mess of a soft cherry pink hair spread out on the ground and a large metal black cross. Upon closer inspection the person can see that its actually a person. A person that is making a soft moaning noise. ]
This... Is this - [ It's a female voice and it trails off into a soft whisper, but her discomfort can be clearly heard. Though, before she says anything else, her movements stop. ]
Huh? [ A hand reaches out to the girl, seeking her pulse, and then there’s an urgent cry. ] Kusanagi-san!
[ Saying that he was in a bad mood would be an understatement, but he knows that tone of urgency in Totsuka’s voice well enough not to take it lightly. Getting up from his chair for the first time since the havoc that was their morning — he makes his way over to the scene, taking only a brief second to properly assess the situation. Not hesitating for even a moment, he ushers Totsuka to the side. ]
Oi, get outta th’ way.
[ The feed is then quickly cut off, the Red King’s food to be eternally forgotten about. ]
( ooc: this post is backdated! action available @ 604, replies will come separately from Izumo and Totsuka, but may be threadjacked by anyone. red is mikoto, orange is totsuka, yellow is izumo, pink is kururu. )
[ The feed, its operator unseen, opens up to a small apartment where a red-haired man is currently lying asleep on a couch. It’s about as interesting as watching sleeping people typically is: that is to say, not at all. Minimalistic movement is all that the subject of the video offers as a way of entertainment, with the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest being the highlight. Makes you wonder why a video is even necessary.
The reason makes itself apparent a couple of beats after--
Namely, there’s a telltale twitch, followed shortly by a low grunt of irritation and a long exhale that’s drawn out and squeezed to its maximum capacity. Predictably, the motions that follow shortly afterward are similarly sluggish, uncoordinated -- movement is an infliction that this man clearly does not want to deal with.
Stopping short of rolling right off the couch, he glances up. Catches sight of the camera, stares straight at the video. ]
. . . What are you doing?
[ Laughter sounds from the feed’s operator. ] Filming, filming, of course!
[ Another pause, and a sense of eye-rolling (if this man could be bothered to do such a thing) later, he rises to his feet. Using a heavy hand to sweep at his forehead and hair-- ]
And Kusanagi?
Still working on his thesis of HOMRA’s layout. He hasn’t moved yet.
[ The camera follows the original subject of the video as he moves towards the newly designated ‘Kusanagi’, who is busy at work with something at a desk. If there’s even a moment that’s taken to consider that maybe this may not be a good time to intrude, it’s not shown in the red-haired man’s demeanor and behavior.
The video suddenly zooms back as if to catch the entirety of the scene, as though something hilarious is about to go down and the operator is determined not to miss any of it. ]
Oi.
There are leftovers in the fridge. Heat those up for now. [ He makes an irritable gesture for him to let him be, before turning back to begin fervently writing again. It was pretty obvious what he had wanted, so he’s straight to the point.
The red-haired man’s hunger levels must be at epic proportions as there isn’t even a customary glare of irritation before he walks out of the video, likely in the direction of the kitchen. ]
How are the plans coming along, Kusanagi-san?
They should be done within the week. [ His answer is prompt, and they can be sure that he won’t be leaving his spot until they were completed. ] Th’ stools. . . They were about ten centimetres apart from each other, weren’t they? Either ten or nine point eight. An’ th’ dimensions of the shelves. . . They were definitely somewhere around . . . [ His voice trails off here, but he begins to jot things down again. ]
-- haha, Kusanagi-san really remembers everything about the bar!
[ Behind this conversation, there’s the sound of a fridge door opening and closing shut, the latter much louder and more ominous. Heavy footsteps come back around towards the recording scene.
Whatever Kusanagi’s answer was going to be is cut short with a gruff-- ]
There aren’t any.
Mm, I ate them a while ago!
Totsuka can cook for ya, then. I’m tryin’ ta concentrate here.
[ Cue red-haired man’s re-entrance into the video, his unwavering focus back on the camera and its mysterious operator. This gaze says, quite clearly: F O O D. ]
Alright, alright~! I’ll get on it. Any requests?
[ While everything thus far has been relatively peaceful, suddenly, it’s as if the sound of screeching tires can be heard, disrupting the flow of everyday traffic. ]
. . . Th’ paintings can’t be replicated. [ Unlike his calm and casual demeanour from before, while still expressionless -- there was now a particular threat in the way he held himself. ]
Aah? [ Yeah, he’s as confused as any viewer. Paintings? What the fuck? ]
A lot of the decor was imported, so we’re gonna have ta replace ‘em all with somethin’ else too. [ He just keeps going on and on. . .
But then, he realises, something is off. Having to peel his eyes from his work, he casually glances over his shoulder to finally notice that indeed, Totsuka had his tablet propped up and running. For a split moment, it’s as if everyday traffic is suddenly interrupted by the screeching of tires; the next, everything is back to complete normalcy. ]
HOMRA was a bar I ran back where we came from. Noticed you guys were lackin’, so I figured I might as well start it up here. [ Izumo slips into a business-like smile here, as if trying to dispel any impressions that had been conjured as a result of his prior banters.] If ya respond to this, that’s one drink on the house that ya can redeem. So think about stoppin’ by in the near future, yeah? It’ll be worth your time, promise.
[ Clearly speaking to the camera now. ] There we have it, an offer made directly by the one and only HOMRA bartender himself! Don't let this valuable once-in-a-lifetime offer slip away! And so, the bar HOMRA and its coolest bartender, Izumo Kusanagi-san, both look forward to your patronage!
... Oi. [ The beast continues to be ignored. If you haven’t been neglecting all the red, then you’ve been reading this post very wrong. ]
Oh! King's food-- [ He’s interrupted by a sudden soft thud. It may not be too audible, but the operator clearly hears it. The camera feed swings with its operator, looking towards the apartment’s door. ] Ah, a visitor? Hold up, I’m coming!
[ And the feed follows its operator towards the door, which opens to the sight of a mess of a soft cherry pink hair spread out on the ground and a large metal black cross. Upon closer inspection the person can see that its actually a person. A person that is making a soft moaning noise. ]
This... Is this - [ It's a female voice and it trails off into a soft whisper, but her discomfort can be clearly heard. Though, before she says anything else, her movements stop. ]
Huh? [ A hand reaches out to the girl, seeking her pulse, and then there’s an urgent cry. ] Kusanagi-san!
[ Saying that he was in a bad mood would be an understatement, but he knows that tone of urgency in Totsuka’s voice well enough not to take it lightly. Getting up from his chair for the first time since the havoc that was their morning — he makes his way over to the scene, taking only a brief second to properly assess the situation. Not hesitating for even a moment, he ushers Totsuka to the side. ]
Oi, get outta th’ way.
[ The feed is then quickly cut off, the Red King’s food to be eternally forgotten about. ]
( ooc: this post is backdated! action available @ 604, replies will come separately from Izumo and Totsuka, but may be threadjacked by anyone. red is mikoto, orange is totsuka, yellow is izumo, pink is kururu. )
action;
Is she staying for supper? [ She asks with grogginess behind her voice as she lifts the back of her hand to her mouth. Stifling any possible yawns that may have come forth, Anna's gaze instinctively goes from the floor to Mikoto like a lace-covered moth drawn to the flame. ] It'll be alright.
[ Not many women would walk into a cramped space with so many men after all. She has guts, or maybe she's just too naive to realize what was unfolding before her. ]
action;
[ Mid-agreement, Totsuka greets Anna cheerfully in his usual manner, smiling at her as he nods to her question. Though he has his own guesses about this sudden guest, but he doesn't voice them yet. ]
Soup and then something for King... [ He's pondering on what something. Murmuring this, he walks into the kitchen, and then peers back. ] King, Anna, any special requests?
action;
threadsituation: a yawn and a persistent encore of disinterest. Oh, and a little bit of movement (surprise, surprise), as he'd taken it upon himself to claim and settle into the chair that Izumo had vacated, ignoring the way that his elbow disrupts the blueprints on the desk when he rests it there.His eyes slide over to Anna when she appears as his way of acknowledging both her presence and her words. The latter is all that he needs to put this whole ordeal to rest in his mind, as small and insignificant to him as it had been.
In reply to the more pressing matter of food, he only says, ] Doesn't matter.
[ As long as it's edible, whatever. ]
action;
Her senses finally kick in and she shoots up from the couch and looks around at her surroundings in a sort of panic. Which is also when she sees that she isn't alone anymore and is now surrounded but a bunch of men and one little girl. ]
A, ah... [ Kururu's head it still a bit hazy from her fainting, but now with the slight addition of being light-headed from her sudden awakening. She clutches her cloak as she prepares to speak. ]
U, um... H, hello. Is this room 604? I was trying to find it when I kind of...fell asleep. I, if it's not I'm really sorry!
[ And cue her trying to get up from the couch and bow deeply in apology for her actions but ending up falling back down due to her wobbly legs. ]
action;
[ Making himself comfortable in a chair, having Totsuka around to help with
playing wifecooking had proved to be rather helpful. Breaks were nice, no matter how dutiful he was -- and he's about to kick back and take it easy until he's snapped back by the mysterious girl's abrupt awakening. ]'Morning, miss. [ He straightens his back first, then hunches forward. ] Here I was thinkin' ya got the wrong apartment, but you're in th' right place.
[ With her stuttering, it wasn't all too hard to notice her discomfort by the situation. There's a casual smile, followed by a brief point to the rooms behind him. ] There're bedrooms in th' back, locks too if ya wanna move there. And if anythin', I can leave -- since I'm just visitin' your roommate.
[ Gesturing to the kitchen. He wasn't visible from here, but the noises coming from it were enough of a tell-tale sign.
And you can bet he'll be dragging Mikoto with him too; wouldn't want to trouble a lady. ]
action;
It's short lived when the excitement of everyone else kicks in so she slips back into an obscure silence. Watching is the preference over actively engaging and she figures the others could answer questions better than she can.
With a couple of steps, she'll move towards the couch as though the mere action of doing so could calm the woman into sitting still. Not that Anna thinks she would, but she senses no real danger in doing so. Even if it will earn everyone's eyes on the two, Anna is but a girl who's very well looked after. ]
Supper will be served soon. [ Maybe that can help calm her down. Food does that, right? ]
action;
Okay. [ she's still looking at Anna when she answers but then looks back to Izumo and smiles before lowering her head a bit. ]
A, and thank you. You carried me to the couch, right? I'll take a look at the rooms later, if that's alright.
[ Even though she was unconscious for it, something about him seemed familiar to her, like she had been in recent contact with him. ]
Um... Do you think they'll need any help in the kitchen?
action;
An' they'll be fine, don't worry about 'em. [ Even though it was probably just Mikoto observing with Totsuka doing all the work — he's still certain of it. It was routine. ] For now, you should be more concerned about yourself. How're ya feelin'?
action;
[ "are you sure" is what she wants to say, but it isn't like she could be of much use right now. her legs still feel a little weak and her head is still a bit hazy regardless she doesn't want to worry them further. ]
If you say so and I'm fine. I'm feeling much better than before. [ she bows her head a little at him ] I'm Sumeragi Kururu.
action;
[ There's a shrug on his end, suggesting that it wasn't a problem. If it hadn't been for her, he probably would've never pried himself away from his thesis either for a much needed break. ]
So is it Sumeragi-chan or Kururu-chan? [ Slipping into another smile here, as if to ask which of the two she preferred. Then, there'll be a slight pause before -- ] An' name's Kusanagi Izumo.
action;
she isn't allowed to muse long as she's pulled from her idle thoughts and immediately gets flustered at both options. ]
A, ah it's um... W, whatever makes you feel comfortable. Either is fine with me, Kusanagi-san.
action;
--Moment. Excuse me.
[ True to his words, it doesn't take him no longer than a minute to return with a glass of water. Before seating himself down, he places it on a coaster, sliding it in front of her. ]
. . . Know ya didn't ask for it, but it'd be a good idea since you were out for a while.