Sand and Salt! And water. And Trauma. God. This sucks.
[Let's be real. He laid on that beach for at least an hour, possibly two, trying to conceptualize what the hell just happened between the gunshots and the asphalt and the weird voices and hitting the water. He had to dry out a little anyway, right? So it's normal to have thrown his coat out on the sand after it absorbed his body weight in seawater. And it's probably normal, too, to lay back himself, try not to stare directly at the sun, and just.... lie there. Not really processing but also not moving forward. Just like always.
He has that paper. It's not helpful. In fact it's fucking insulting. And beyond that-- what? He's some dead guy who is weirdly alive-feeling, laying just off to the side of where some people are trying to set up tents.
Eventually Shinjiro has to accept that the thick heavy tarpit-esque grasping knot in the center of his gut is probably at least a little bit hunger. (Mostly trauma. But a little hunger.) Seeing that he's been so far unable to simply will himself back out of existence, he might as well get the hell up and keep his shitty carcass moving a little longer.
A sigh, and he sits up, his back and hair completely covered in sand. Fine. Food. And whatever the fuck is going on. Apparently. It's not like he's had a lot of choice in the weird shit happening in his life so far, so why start now?]
Salt and Sand part two: this time he's actually doing something.
[Though that something might be wringing out his socks while waiting on some food someone promised. Apparently taking in scraggly-ass strangers isn't that uncommon here- though the local that had given hum some heads up had also warned him that the inn was booked out for the festival. But that's fine, Shinjiro's slept in shittier places than outdoors in a beach town. And with as many half-constructed buildings as there are, he can probably find some hole to crawl into in case it rains. So it's fine.
They even gave him the food for free-- maybe a 'welcome to the neighborhood' thing. Cause he sure as shit doesn't have the cash on him to pay for anything. If they even took Yen. But he'll wait until the local leaves, before glancing over to someone nearby who also has a plate in hand.]
-So did they tell you what this is, or just hand it off? [He's probably gonna eat it regardless. But it would be nice to know what it is.]
Bro you gotta earn your keep, go pick flowers
[Regretfully, after a few days he still exists. And should probably stop being such a useless mooch and having an existential crisis disguised as being a lazy asshole. So with enough of the encouragement from the locals-- fine he's off to pick some goddamned flowers.
His coat still isn't dry and he's almost given up hope of it ever managing. But at least it's hotter than satan's tits, so he's not missing it too badly. But at least he's managed to rinse most of the sand from his hair after finding an actual location to sleep-- so hey he almost looks like a Normal Human Teenager (albeit one who could probably use three days of sleep) when he tags along with the other outsiders to start picking through the new plants.]
They want us to wrote down where we get them or anything....? Or just haul 'em up at the root and hand it over? [Or-- cut them? Man, he doesn't know. He doesn't even know what plants are normal here and which ones aren't. So hopefully you are slightly less lost than he is, partner.]
(I'm cool with whomever having whatever effects! Or just a flower picking adventure???)
Wildcard (insert persona joke here)
[if you have better ideas than I do: tag me with them!! Or suggest something and I'll make you a starter! Call me out on my shitty phone autocorrect typos!! Do whatever, since I'm not your mom!! I'm on disco at soozaphone, plurk at the same, hmu here or there or anywhere if you wanna plot something out!]
Shinjiro Aragaki | Persona 3 (showing up to the tdm a month late with starbucks)
[Let's be real. He laid on that beach for at least an hour, possibly two, trying to conceptualize what the hell just happened between the gunshots and the asphalt and the weird voices and hitting the water. He had to dry out a little anyway, right? So it's normal to have thrown his coat out on the sand after it absorbed his body weight in seawater. And it's probably normal, too, to lay back himself, try not to stare directly at the sun, and just.... lie there. Not really processing but also not moving forward. Just like always.
He has that paper. It's not helpful. In fact it's fucking insulting. And beyond that-- what? He's some dead guy who is weirdly alive-feeling, laying just off to the side of where some people are trying to set up tents.
Eventually Shinjiro has to accept that the thick heavy tarpit-esque grasping knot in the center of his gut is probably at least a little bit hunger. (Mostly trauma. But a little hunger.) Seeing that he's been so far unable to simply will himself back out of existence, he might as well get the hell up and keep his shitty carcass moving a little longer.
A sigh, and he sits up, his back and hair completely covered in sand. Fine. Food. And whatever the fuck is going on. Apparently. It's not like he's had a lot of choice in the weird shit happening in his life so far, so why start now?]
Salt and Sand part two: this time he's actually doing something.
[Though that something might be wringing out his socks while waiting on some food someone promised. Apparently taking in scraggly-ass strangers isn't that uncommon here- though the local that had given hum some heads up had also warned him that the inn was booked out for the festival. But that's fine, Shinjiro's slept in shittier places than outdoors in a beach town. And with as many half-constructed buildings as there are, he can probably find some hole to crawl into in case it rains. So it's fine.
They even gave him the food for free-- maybe a 'welcome to the neighborhood' thing. Cause he sure as shit doesn't have the cash on him to pay for anything. If they even took Yen. But he'll wait until the local leaves, before glancing over to someone nearby who also has a plate in hand.]
-So did they tell you what this is, or just hand it off? [He's probably gonna eat it regardless. But it would be nice to know what it is.]
Bro you gotta earn your keep, go pick flowers
[Regretfully, after a few days he still exists. And should probably stop being such a useless mooch and having an existential crisis disguised as being a lazy asshole. So with enough of the encouragement from the locals-- fine he's off to pick some goddamned flowers.
His coat still isn't dry and he's almost given up hope of it ever managing. But at least it's hotter than satan's tits, so he's not missing it too badly. But at least he's managed to rinse most of the sand from his hair after finding an actual location to sleep-- so hey he almost looks like a Normal Human Teenager (albeit one who could probably use three days of sleep) when he tags along with the other outsiders to start picking through the new plants.]
They want us to wrote down where we get them or anything....? Or just haul 'em up at the root and hand it over? [Or-- cut them? Man, he doesn't know. He doesn't even know what plants are normal here and which ones aren't. So hopefully you are slightly less lost than he is, partner.]
(I'm cool with whomever having whatever effects! Or just a flower picking adventure???)
Wildcard (insert persona joke here)
[if you have better ideas than I do: tag me with them!! Or suggest something and I'll make you a starter! Call me out on my shitty phone autocorrect typos!! Do whatever, since I'm not your mom!! I'm on disco at soozaphone, plurk at the same, hmu here or there or anywhere if you wanna plot something out!]