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[OPEN] it’s brash, just don’t go
WHO: Tezcatlipoca and YOU!!
WHAT: A night out at the city's worst bar—This is a mingle for everyone to join in on!
WHERE: 12 Steps Down
WHEN: Roughly a week after returning to the base
WARNINGS: Drinking, potentially heavy drinking, drinking-related rowdiness... etc
Tucked into an alley of Tokyo is an unassuming, almost nondescript door, if not for the bright, neon sign above it. It’s more than twelve steps, but head down a narrow staircase and you’ll find a small, dimly lit bar. The décor is eclectic to the point that it feels like a hodge-podge of the failed bars that came before it that they didn’t bother to redecorate, the bathroom stalls have shower curtains instead of doors, and the drinks are some of the cheapest you’ll find in town. And for most, that’s the charm.
( slightly more information here )
After a particularly difficult and unusual kaiju battle, Tezcatlipoca has taken it upon himself to offer a chance for rest. The problem is, it’s his idea of it for this group, which means he thinks his fellow Outsiders need a chance to let loose. So, after talking to the owner of the bar he’s worked at since he arrived, he’s arranged for a night all for themselves. Outsiders only, and the bar is open.
A message is sent out on the network to that effect and includes the address, but this is also an opportunity to make new friends, since it is not a big bar. There’s scarcely a corner for even the wallflowers to fade into the background, so, hey. Might as well hang out at a high-top with your fellow Outsiders and commiserate on the events. Or maybe just take a night to truly not think about it at all.
Throughout the night, you might find some extra activities, in case they’re needed. With every drink you try, you’ll get handed a raffle ticket for crapple—that is, a “crap raffle”. Try your luck and see what you could win! Are you interested in battleshots? Grab a partner (or get forced into it by Tezcatlipoca), and try and sink their battleship. Or, later in the night if you’re especially brave, Tezcatlipoca will shoo everyone out of a corner to set up karaoke. The lyrics show up on your implant, so it’s extra convenient!
Relax if you want. Get rowdy if you want. What happens here stays here, at least in Tezcatlipoca’s opinion.
© tessisamess
WHAT: A night out at the city's worst bar—This is a mingle for everyone to join in on!
WHERE: 12 Steps Down
WHEN: Roughly a week after returning to the base
WARNINGS: Drinking, potentially heavy drinking, drinking-related rowdiness... etc
12 STEPS DOWN
" Nobody really makes a clear-minded decision to visit 12 Steps Down. Instead, the place is a siren that calls to people after three to seven drinks, promising delight and delivering destruction. After a certain point in the night, if you are within a mile’s radius of the bar, you are in the danger zone. "
Tucked into an alley of Tokyo is an unassuming, almost nondescript door, if not for the bright, neon sign above it. It’s more than twelve steps, but head down a narrow staircase and you’ll find a small, dimly lit bar. The décor is eclectic to the point that it feels like a hodge-podge of the failed bars that came before it that they didn’t bother to redecorate, the bathroom stalls have shower curtains instead of doors, and the drinks are some of the cheapest you’ll find in town. And for most, that’s the charm.
REST (?) & RELAXATION (???)
After a particularly difficult and unusual kaiju battle, Tezcatlipoca has taken it upon himself to offer a chance for rest. The problem is, it’s his idea of it for this group, which means he thinks his fellow Outsiders need a chance to let loose. So, after talking to the owner of the bar he’s worked at since he arrived, he’s arranged for a night all for themselves. Outsiders only, and the bar is open.
A message is sent out on the network to that effect and includes the address, but this is also an opportunity to make new friends, since it is not a big bar. There’s scarcely a corner for even the wallflowers to fade into the background, so, hey. Might as well hang out at a high-top with your fellow Outsiders and commiserate on the events. Or maybe just take a night to truly not think about it at all.
Throughout the night, you might find some extra activities, in case they’re needed. With every drink you try, you’ll get handed a raffle ticket for crapple—that is, a “crap raffle”. Try your luck and see what you could win! Are you interested in battleshots? Grab a partner (or get forced into it by Tezcatlipoca), and try and sink their battleship. Or, later in the night if you’re especially brave, Tezcatlipoca will shoo everyone out of a corner to set up karaoke. The lyrics show up on your implant, so it’s extra convenient!
Relax if you want. Get rowdy if you want. What happens here stays here, at least in Tezcatlipoca’s opinion.
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[ he bonks his head on the top of the hat, like punctuation.]
But still we must try. No matter how you or I feel about it or ourselves, we must try still.
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[He shrugs a little. To help? To do anything?]
Instead, I-I only... I asked too much of him. So all I've done was add to his worries.
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[ maybe it’s the drink, loosening Choso’ tongue so, but the Doubt is loud in his tone. ]
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I... I wanted him to promise me he wouldn't do something like this again. At the worst possible moment. I-I just...
[If he could crawl under the table and die now, that would be great. He considers it.]
I was just... scared.
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[ he lifts his head… and then smacks his cheek back down on top of Raidou’s hat like a strange hammer. ]
That’s so polite and the least of the things that have likely been said to him.
Do you know what I told him when he first left? Hah?
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I... asked him to promise to never leave me behind again. He couldn't. And I don't think he ever can.
[Maybe it doesn't seem like much, but was a second heartbreak after the first from being left behind in the first place. Choso can hear it in his voice.]
It was a foolish thing to ask. Especially when he was close to dying in my arms.
[His head turns ever so slightly, not that he can actually look at Choso from this angle.]
No. What?
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I said he was like our father.
[ the disdain Choso holds for himself for this is Immense. it’s positively dripping. ]
Have some faith in yourself and go ask him again now that my guts aren’t caked under his nails.
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[He has to pull that hat up a little so he can see.]
Oh.
[He doesn't know the details of all that. But he can tell from the way Choso says it how bad it is.]
I... we did talk about it. A little. H-He said... he'd promise to "do better".
[Yuji isn't one to make empty promises, so Raidou was at least glad to hear it. But was that enough? it felt like cold comfort.]
He... he needs time yet. But I told him I don't want to demand anything from him. Not really.
[In that moment, with Yuji bleeding and struggling to breathe from the damage Raidou had done to him, Raidou was terrified of losing him for good. His words got away from him.]
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Hold him to it. [ bonk. ] It seems like- [ bonk. ] -the more gentle and accepting I am to him, the worse off he feels.
[ bonk. ]
Like he wants to be… not punished, but- [ bonk. ] -but something else. Held, eh. Accountable?
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... I... I can try. I did tell him th-that... Ah, how I felt when he left.
[Abandoned. Devastated. Not important enough.]
But. What do I do... if he doesn't want to make that promise?
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he wants another drink. ]
Have patience, my Summoner. He is hurting. He is hating himself.
[ his lone hand drifts up, patting at a pocket and finding reassurance in the squashed cigarette pack within. he isn't gonna light up indoors, but knowing it's there, it's a comfort in itself.
what would Toji say? what would Nanami? Muramasa? ]
For now, we must put ourselves aside and focus on him. He has suffered. Our selfishness has no place in his story for now.
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[Our selfishness has no place in his story. Is he really selfish? It did feel selfish, asking Yuji for something like that. But as Yuji asked, Isn't it your right to ask me those kinds of things? It didn't feel like it was. Who was he to demand anything of anyone? His feelings are not supposed to even be considered.]
I'll give him some time. Some space. Time for us both to think.
[Something he's not doing right now, not in this state.]
... Can I get more wine?