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interstellar55552016-03-31 08:10 pm
ninjou) wrote in interstellar55552016-03-31 08:10 pm
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party rock is in the house tonight
Who: Osamu Dazai, and YOU!
What: A man about town being a man about town, i.e. various prompts and excitement where our intrepid rescuer sets himself up to be an intrepid hot mess.
When: 3/28-3/31
Where: An alleyway, a bar, and snooping around some music stores.
Warnings: Alcohol and possible discussion or use of drugs. Possible suicide mentions. As always please fill out this content warning post with regard to that if desired. Thanks!!
alley cat blues
Dazai is the sort of guy who can be subtle or not, and switch with such ease that it's almost scary. This is one of those more subtle days. He's been surreptitiously tailing anyone he finds interesting, and succeeding grandly at looking inconspicuous and like he's just there, not following at all. How about that? Although this time, he might (deliberately) get caught near one of the other rescuers, around whom he's much less cautious. Why them? Well, he's a pinch hitter right now until he finds his own target for rescuing. Sure, it's a group effort, but none of the musicians are interesting on the surface. He has to figure them out, whittle them down to what's real and what's imagined. Fun stuff. No, seriously, he thinks it's fun.
Musicians may get a little taste of what seems like a fan who simply seems too shy to ask for an autograph. This is the Dazai laying in wait. And looking kind of cute in his fedora and loose shirt and hole-y jeans. What's up with the bandages on his neck, chest, and arms? He'll never tell!~
barring disaster
Okay, so this one's a little less subtle in intent. The same Dazai, same week, can then be found in the later evenings at a different bar each night. One night, class and charm turned on in the glittering establishment for those post-work cocktails, where he'll compliment you gently with a soft smile and interested eyes.
The next, a little honky-tonk kind of place with dancing and loud music. He only participates in the line dancing once, but it seems to amuse him to no end, and he makes a valiant attempt to shove you out into the fray. His eyes sparkle with mischief and dullness at once.
Another night, and he's at a bustling, small place, loud and smoky and god knows what's going on because it's so chaotic. Here's where he'll shout that your fly is unzipped, whether true or not, and hand you a beer for no reason. Careless and jovial, there's still something about the way he looks at you that says he's watching every move you make.
The last night. The crazy night. Loud again, but in a place infamous enough that one wouldn't suspect a guy like him to even be let in. He's all scruff and carelessness, and they're all the cream of the crop when it comes to throwing money at nothing. Who knows what goes on in the back? For now, he's at the bar, poking around a weird residue on the counter while looking visibly intoxicated. Maybe you're about to get herded to the back for a talk.
disc jockey
If there's anything Dazai loves, it's music! Okay, not necessarily--some of these bands are really shitty in his opinion (sorry folks!). He stands around at the music store, or listening to various people's music--he's pulling headphones off heads and tuning in for a second before excusing himself and taking them back--sampling the wares, as it were, of each famous group. He's settled on his weird favorite, of course, but it's generally considered good form to get to know the brainwashed folks' art form. Maybe he can start unraveling things from there. With all the appearance in this case of a cloud cuckoolander, there's little one can do but stare. Or have your headphones absconded with for a brief moment.
What: A man about town being a man about town, i.e. various prompts and excitement where our intrepid rescuer sets himself up to be an intrepid hot mess.
When: 3/28-3/31
Where: An alleyway, a bar, and snooping around some music stores.
Warnings: Alcohol and possible discussion or use of drugs. Possible suicide mentions. As always please fill out this content warning post with regard to that if desired. Thanks!!
alley cat blues
Dazai is the sort of guy who can be subtle or not, and switch with such ease that it's almost scary. This is one of those more subtle days. He's been surreptitiously tailing anyone he finds interesting, and succeeding grandly at looking inconspicuous and like he's just there, not following at all. How about that? Although this time, he might (deliberately) get caught near one of the other rescuers, around whom he's much less cautious. Why them? Well, he's a pinch hitter right now until he finds his own target for rescuing. Sure, it's a group effort, but none of the musicians are interesting on the surface. He has to figure them out, whittle them down to what's real and what's imagined. Fun stuff. No, seriously, he thinks it's fun.
Musicians may get a little taste of what seems like a fan who simply seems too shy to ask for an autograph. This is the Dazai laying in wait. And looking kind of cute in his fedora and loose shirt and hole-y jeans. What's up with the bandages on his neck, chest, and arms? He'll never tell!~
barring disaster
Okay, so this one's a little less subtle in intent. The same Dazai, same week, can then be found in the later evenings at a different bar each night. One night, class and charm turned on in the glittering establishment for those post-work cocktails, where he'll compliment you gently with a soft smile and interested eyes.
The next, a little honky-tonk kind of place with dancing and loud music. He only participates in the line dancing once, but it seems to amuse him to no end, and he makes a valiant attempt to shove you out into the fray. His eyes sparkle with mischief and dullness at once.
Another night, and he's at a bustling, small place, loud and smoky and god knows what's going on because it's so chaotic. Here's where he'll shout that your fly is unzipped, whether true or not, and hand you a beer for no reason. Careless and jovial, there's still something about the way he looks at you that says he's watching every move you make.
The last night. The crazy night. Loud again, but in a place infamous enough that one wouldn't suspect a guy like him to even be let in. He's all scruff and carelessness, and they're all the cream of the crop when it comes to throwing money at nothing. Who knows what goes on in the back? For now, he's at the bar, poking around a weird residue on the counter while looking visibly intoxicated. Maybe you're about to get herded to the back for a talk.
disc jockey
If there's anything Dazai loves, it's music! Okay, not necessarily--some of these bands are really shitty in his opinion (sorry folks!). He stands around at the music store, or listening to various people's music--he's pulling headphones off heads and tuning in for a second before excusing himself and taking them back--sampling the wares, as it were, of each famous group. He's settled on his weird favorite, of course, but it's generally considered good form to get to know the brainwashed folks' art form. Maybe he can start unraveling things from there. With all the appearance in this case of a cloud cuckoolander, there's little one can do but stare. Or have your headphones absconded with for a brief moment.
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Congratulations on reading the fucking news. Yeah, that's me.
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Great! Well, it's a pleasure to meet you.
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[ Squalo deadeyes him and turns to go. ]
Yeah, whatever.
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Hey, wait! I was looking for... aha!
[A CD!]
Could you sign this? Please? It would mean a lot.
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[ He shrugs and holds a hand out for it while reaching into his coat to retrieve a marker with the other one. That'd better be a MANTICORE CD, though. ]
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A...ahahaha... one moment.
[Rummaging again, and he finally pulls out the right disc. And a magazine. And a t-shirt. And a baseball cap, which he promptly settles on his head.]
Okay. Sorry about that.
[he's also handing over a ~silver pen~ to sign with, look it matches your flowing locks, Squalo!!]
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[ He'll still let out a long-suffering sigh to let him know what he thinks before taking the offered pen and signing on the right CD. Hopefully you weren't planning to get his fingerprints this way because yeah, he's wearing gloves. ]
Whatever. Anything else you want me to sign?
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[He doesn't need fingerprints. Also, he's handing the magazine over, open to a particular spread that just looks almost classy. And yes, it's Squalo.]
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Heh. That was a good photoshoot.
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[Blink. Looking him up and down.]
Ah, not like that, though, no offense.
[He puts the CD and magazine away and points at the hat.]
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I know.
[ Arches an eyebrow. What, the hat too? ]
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I think with a chance, we can all reach that kind of a level. What's your favorite brand?
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[ He looks like he doubts what Dazai just said, though. ]
Not really. I'm just that amazing. [ No irony or anything. He frowns slightly. Brands? ] Of what?
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Clothing? Or anything, really. I don't read all the magazines that closely, and I know how they work. Take the most expensive thing they can find and shove it at the masses. It's a great tactic, but heavy on the wallet.
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I don't really care, to be honest. Not for clothes, anyway.
[ Instruments, vehicles and technology are a different matter. ]
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[TO HOLD, SQUALO. God, he's trying to get something else signed. You're the worst celebrity ever.]
You'd probably rather be naked.
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There's plenty of non-brand stuff to wear. I'm not a fucking fashionista.
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No kidding? So everything in the magazines is fake? I thought you were all pretty classy, and pricey dates.
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I fail to see the connection.
[ Just gonna put the hat on the guy's face instead of his head and start walking off because he's not getting paid enough for this shit. ]
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[Well, that doesn't sound like a crazed fan, and he's shoving everything back in his bag and following.]
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The image's "I don't give a fuck," that includes the cost of what I wear.
[ Which is not to say he doesn't have expensive stuff, especially leathers, but if he sees something he likes, he buys it, whether it's a salon or a thrift store. That's about that. ]
[ ...all this is really making him think back to that guy with a feather boa. ]