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yumemigaoka2023-05-03 06:42 pm
traceofeffort) wrote in yumemigaoka2023-05-03 06:42 pm
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⭐ Who: Lisa and YOU! Probably!
⭐ When: First half of May, leading up to the anniversary
⭐ Where: Tsubaki Department Store, Kihada, Promised Morning
⭐ What: An assortment of things: Golden Week shopping, failing at grocery shopping, studying
⭐ Warnings: Lisa is on the verge of a panic attack in the second prompt but I doubt she'll slide any further. Will warn in threads if that changes.
[A | shop until your wallet drops | open | department store, May 2nd-5th]
[Lisa has rather a long list of things she'd like to find space for, both in the kitchen and in her craft kit. Gig bag, not so much, but she'll come back to that. So she finds herself spending some time shopping while the Golden Week sales are on, with money she'd set aside for the purpose. Over several days, she swings by the department store, which is the lion's share of her list. One trip is for needles, thread, and a while making Hard Choices about what colors and thicknesses of yarn to buy, and her shopping cart gets more full than she expected with all the rolls of fluffy stuff she chucks in. She looks up from the racks on occasion for opinions, holding up two rolls that seem to have completely different dyes:] Hey, real quick. Which of these colors seems more positive to you? Maybe more optimistic?
[One trip is into the kitchen section: she's had her eye on a couple spatulas (cross-contamination is serious business!) and maybe a grater, and who knows what else she'll find while she's there. That first item takes longer than expected - it's easy to find her staring at half a dozen silicone-tipped wooden sticks for minutes at a time, as if trying to divine the meaning of life from them.
And one's into clothing, but that trip isn't for shopping - it's for information gathering. Who knows what kinds of fun stuff she can find and take inspiration from? For that trip she'll be looking at what kinds of things are popular with other people, but also just what catches her own eye, as she murmurs to herself about the merits of this blouse or that dress. Occasionally such a find results in her running back over to the yarn in a bit of a rush before she forgets whatever she had in mind; she limits herself to a small shopping basket this time as she goes back and forth.]
[B | paint it black(out) | open | Kihada, May 6th, early afternoon]
[Lisa knows the storm is coming in. She's known for a while. She was just going out for a little while to pick up some last-minute stuff for dinner at her usual odds-and-ends place over in Kihada. It's not even a long trip, and the lines are usually short. It's fine. It's fine! She definitely, absolutely will not get caught in the rain, she says to herself as she hops on the train to Kihada. Even if she gets drizzled on, dinner will be worth it.
Lisa, in a light rainjacket, sneakers, and scarf, is caught in the rain and miserable.
They had to dig up an ingredient she absolutely needed for the chicken dish she'd been planning from out of the storeroom. The line was atrocious. Traffic was a nightmare and the train was slow to arrive in the first place. And now-]
Shit-!
[-thunder roars what seems right over Lisa's head, and the bright bolt in the sky seems to cause the district to, as one, flicker and falter, as she flinches hard and comes to a complete stop from her run for the station. The hand-sewn tote bag over her shoulder feels like a lead weight as she tries to figure out what to do and also not hyperventilate; this is pushing her buttons a little more than she was expecting. Does she try to run for it still, and risk her nerves fraying more in the weather, if the train back to Koubai is even still running? Or try to hide out in... what's even by here? Is that a coffee shop?
The second bolt she's caught under freezes her to the spot; the third decides her, and she runs for the coffee shop, heart pounding. She orders whatever hot thing they can manage without power, digs a few hundred yen out of her pocketbook absently with shaking hands, and sits down in a chair that her soaked raincoat won't ruin. Over the next short while, she wraps both hands around a steaming mug of cocoa and wills her hands to still, even as she jolts at each glass-rattling boom. Hopefully someone else is out in the storm, or she's going to drive this poor barista nuts.]
((Coffee-shop AU in your AU notwithstanding, feel free to intercept Lisa earlier, or maybe to find her in the grocery store and persuade her not to actually try to go home in the mess about to occur in the first place.))
[C | how not to fail (1st movement) | open | Promised Morning High: library? | May 8th, after school]
[Lisa is more or less confident that, while she probably won't ace the midterms, she'll get a score she can be happy with, even if she's still a little off-balance after her weekend. Her classmates are, of course, probbaly not as confident. So she offered to run a short tutoring session after school in the library just in case anyone wanted an extra chance to review. It'd have been better to do this more than a single day before, of course, but, well... Golden Week happened, and good luck wrangling teenagers to study on vacation. She certainly didn't do a lot of it. Yet, here she is, teaching her fellow third-years whatever they need to help fill in the gaps. A first- or second-year might even be able to ask for a bit of help, too, if they were polite about it. Indeed, she's got at least one or two people, and she's patiently doing her best to help.]
Here, and then... right. So it comes out to five. Yes, five... How did you get eighteen and two-thirds? Let me- no, no, see, look, you didn't carry this two, and that threw the whole rest of it off. Here's a sheet of paper, try working it again from that point and see if it comes out right this time.
[It's going... fine? Please, if you need help, it'll probably be better than this.]
⭐ When: First half of May, leading up to the anniversary
⭐ Where: Tsubaki Department Store, Kihada, Promised Morning
⭐ What: An assortment of things: Golden Week shopping, failing at grocery shopping, studying
⭐ Warnings: Lisa is on the verge of a panic attack in the second prompt but I doubt she'll slide any further. Will warn in threads if that changes.
[A | shop until your wallet drops | open | department store, May 2nd-5th]
[Lisa has rather a long list of things she'd like to find space for, both in the kitchen and in her craft kit. Gig bag, not so much, but she'll come back to that. So she finds herself spending some time shopping while the Golden Week sales are on, with money she'd set aside for the purpose. Over several days, she swings by the department store, which is the lion's share of her list. One trip is for needles, thread, and a while making Hard Choices about what colors and thicknesses of yarn to buy, and her shopping cart gets more full than she expected with all the rolls of fluffy stuff she chucks in. She looks up from the racks on occasion for opinions, holding up two rolls that seem to have completely different dyes:] Hey, real quick. Which of these colors seems more positive to you? Maybe more optimistic?
[One trip is into the kitchen section: she's had her eye on a couple spatulas (cross-contamination is serious business!) and maybe a grater, and who knows what else she'll find while she's there. That first item takes longer than expected - it's easy to find her staring at half a dozen silicone-tipped wooden sticks for minutes at a time, as if trying to divine the meaning of life from them.
And one's into clothing, but that trip isn't for shopping - it's for information gathering. Who knows what kinds of fun stuff she can find and take inspiration from? For that trip she'll be looking at what kinds of things are popular with other people, but also just what catches her own eye, as she murmurs to herself about the merits of this blouse or that dress. Occasionally such a find results in her running back over to the yarn in a bit of a rush before she forgets whatever she had in mind; she limits herself to a small shopping basket this time as she goes back and forth.]
[B | paint it black(out) | open | Kihada, May 6th, early afternoon]
[Lisa knows the storm is coming in. She's known for a while. She was just going out for a little while to pick up some last-minute stuff for dinner at her usual odds-and-ends place over in Kihada. It's not even a long trip, and the lines are usually short. It's fine. It's fine! She definitely, absolutely will not get caught in the rain, she says to herself as she hops on the train to Kihada. Even if she gets drizzled on, dinner will be worth it.
Lisa, in a light rainjacket, sneakers, and scarf, is caught in the rain and miserable.
They had to dig up an ingredient she absolutely needed for the chicken dish she'd been planning from out of the storeroom. The line was atrocious. Traffic was a nightmare and the train was slow to arrive in the first place. And now-]
Shit-!
[-thunder roars what seems right over Lisa's head, and the bright bolt in the sky seems to cause the district to, as one, flicker and falter, as she flinches hard and comes to a complete stop from her run for the station. The hand-sewn tote bag over her shoulder feels like a lead weight as she tries to figure out what to do and also not hyperventilate; this is pushing her buttons a little more than she was expecting. Does she try to run for it still, and risk her nerves fraying more in the weather, if the train back to Koubai is even still running? Or try to hide out in... what's even by here? Is that a coffee shop?
The second bolt she's caught under freezes her to the spot; the third decides her, and she runs for the coffee shop, heart pounding. She orders whatever hot thing they can manage without power, digs a few hundred yen out of her pocketbook absently with shaking hands, and sits down in a chair that her soaked raincoat won't ruin. Over the next short while, she wraps both hands around a steaming mug of cocoa and wills her hands to still, even as she jolts at each glass-rattling boom. Hopefully someone else is out in the storm, or she's going to drive this poor barista nuts.]
((Coffee-shop AU in your AU notwithstanding, feel free to intercept Lisa earlier, or maybe to find her in the grocery store and persuade her not to actually try to go home in the mess about to occur in the first place.))
[C | how not to fail (1st movement) | open | Promised Morning High: library? | May 8th, after school]
[Lisa is more or less confident that, while she probably won't ace the midterms, she'll get a score she can be happy with, even if she's still a little off-balance after her weekend. Her classmates are, of course, probbaly not as confident. So she offered to run a short tutoring session after school in the library just in case anyone wanted an extra chance to review. It'd have been better to do this more than a single day before, of course, but, well... Golden Week happened, and good luck wrangling teenagers to study on vacation. She certainly didn't do a lot of it. Yet, here she is, teaching her fellow third-years whatever they need to help fill in the gaps. A first- or second-year might even be able to ask for a bit of help, too, if they were polite about it. Indeed, she's got at least one or two people, and she's patiently doing her best to help.]
Here, and then... right. So it comes out to five. Yes, five... How did you get eighteen and two-thirds? Let me- no, no, see, look, you didn't carry this two, and that threw the whole rest of it off. Here's a sheet of paper, try working it again from that point and see if it comes out right this time.
[It's going... fine? Please, if you need help, it'll probably be better than this.]
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[He flashes an encouraging, boyish grin.]
No worries. Here, sit behind me and hold on. Give me a tight hug, don't worry about squeezing, and lean with me. It feels scary but you gotta lean into the turns. When in doubt just try to stay center and hold on. I'll take it slow.
[He waits for her to get a good grip, before he kicks up and takes off. As he promised, he does take it slow, not wanting to scare her, or make the rain hit them like bullets.]
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Thanks. Then...
[It's not long before she's behind him, holding on tight, shame and embarrassment overridden by wanting to be anywhere else. By the second or third bend she's got the hang of it, leaning into the turns, the dull sound of the engine calming her down just a little. She can work with this...!
Then there's another roar of thunder, and Shu can probably feel her tremble. Her grip definitely tightens, but Lisa bites her lip and forces herself to keep her focus on the road, or she'll get them both hurt. Her would-be savior doesn't deserve that.]
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[He can't tell exactly, in the rain, but this poor girl looks like a mess. He hopes the rain isn't pelting her face the way it is his, ugh. When they're stopped at a light he pats her forearms comfortingly, just in time for another rumble of thunder to send her shaking, and squeezing his diaphragm. Oof.]
[They can't really talk, between the weather and the bike's engine, so the trip passes silently until he can finally coast under the cover of the subway stop. Shu lets out a breath of relief, and pushes his soaked bangs back away from his face.]
I feel like a half-drowned rat. How are you holding up?
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Wrung out. Tired. Still kinda scared. But. [The words come out in terse, sharp bites; not kindly, but whatever discomfort drives them isn't directed at him.] Appreciating you right now. [She shakes her head, and takes a deep breath, smiling softly, if weakly, careful to make sure none of her stress is being pointed at him.] Being out of t-the rain will help. I hope you're not too soaked.
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[That makes the two of them. Shu is usually pretty vain, so he has to cope with how gross he looks and feels with humor. Hopefully his new friend won't let this first impression color her mental image of his handsome face. Or something.]
I was soaked through before I even saw you there, to be honest. No hope for that.
[He laughs weakly as he peels off his jacket and wrings it out. at least this one is cotton and linen and not his leather one...]
I hope you don't catch a cold, [He smiles at her with frowned eyebrows.] Do you live near a train stop?
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That's no good. Don't you catch a c-cold because of me, either. [She frowns; no point even trying to hide how she's feeling now. Not stable enough to fake it. She's shivering a little, but whether that's from her mental state or being soaked is a good question. She's trying very hard not to worry about it.]
I'm, um. In downtown Koubai. N-no problem once I g-get back. Back to the right ward. Do you h-have too much further to go?
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[He smiles and waves a dismissive hand. He'll be fine he never gets sick!]
I actually live in Kihada so not that far at all. I could lock my bike here and take the train with you, though, if you want. No problem. I'd just be sitting here waiting for a lull in the rain anyway.
[He peels off his jacket and wrings it dry....er.]
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[.....does she care enough to try to wring her socks out? She's leaning toward no, even if she's going to be squishing for a bit. That's a level of vulnerability she's not prepared for right now.]
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[Shu smiles back at her, trying to encourage a little more confidence and comfort from the very shaken girl.] No problem at all. Just a sec-
[Honestly he would feel like a huge dick, letting her go off on her own like she is. He rolls his bike over and chains it down, locking away his helmets as well. He makes sure he has his bus pass before stepping back up.]
Ready?
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Mm. ...Ready. Thanks. W-wait, actually- [She pauses, deciding that even if she doesn't wring her socks out, she does need to squish a little less; shaking her head, she slips out of one shoe and turns it over away from both of them, an ounce or two of water spilling out. She shakes it, though the motion looks a little more violent as her hands shake too, and then carefully, deliberately slips it back on, before repeating the process with the other one.] O-okay. Ready now, for real. S-sorry.
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[Ah.... relatable. Unfortunately, Shu's high tops are more absorbent than her flats, so he's going to squish no matter what. He starts to wonder if maybe he should switch to loafers, though, for days like this.]
No problem, let's go.
[He twirls his train pas in it's little case around his finger, trying to act cool in spite of looking like a half drowned shihtzu.]
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[Mercy of mercies, not only does she manage not to drop her pass going through the gate, there is a train here more or less on time, and they might actually be able to go somewhere! Just seeing it eases Lisa's mind, and she lets out a soft sigh.]
Not that much further now... I just want to go h-home. Please, let nothing go wrong...
[Whether or not she means for Shu to hear any of that is anyone's guess, but she's not exactly being quiet.]
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[At least it's dry inside the trains, and the sounds of the storm are far away, muffled by steel and mechanics and other people.]
Which high school do you go to, by the way? I don't recall seeing you around.
[Maybe talking will distract her from her own thoughts.]
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Promised Morning. It's... a recent ch-change. [The expression on her face has changed; she now looks vaguely miserable for a whole different reason.] My Awakening made me, um. Take a deeper look at myself. P-put myself first. [A wan smile.] Not that it always works.