Shū Tsukiyama (月山 習) | ɢᴏᴜʀᴍᴇᴛ (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
preybeforemeals) wrote2015-01-13 02:02 pm
preybeforemeals) wrote2015-01-13 02:02 pm
Entry tags:
- !ic,
- *action,
- *video,
- @elsa,
- @jimmy two-shoes,
- @kayneth archibald el-melloi,
- @kazuichi banjou,
- @meridiana everett,
- @micchy kureshima,
- @naki,
- @valmont,
- also aurora,
- also bananamom,
- and so no one should criticize me,
- bananamom now is not the time,
- close every door to me,
- drapes on all my furnishings,
- fucking mood lighting tho,
- he deserves every bit of this,
- he is so mad,
- he left escapism hell for this,
- his goddamn life right now,
- his pants are made of lies,
- i don't think you tried at all,
- look at all this manpain,
- no one understaaaaands,
- prepare the fainting couch,
- shards of agony,
- slightly less colorblind for now,
- someone stop him,
- surely this bodes well,
- this is going swimmingly,
- this'll be real ironic in three years,
- tsukiyama no,
- why is this a thing,
- winning
004. [Video]
[ACTION FOR THE TG HOUSE]
[Tsukiyama has been told in no uncertain terms that he had better not just lie around in his room and act like his life is over due to recent events; there were enough issues with said events to keep him busy for a little while, at least, and he'd actually been doing fairly well for the first day or so. But once the immediate problems were fixed, that left him with a good amount of nothing to do with himself and an upheaval to be responded to, and so clearly, he did the rational thing and decided eventually to respond to it by...
...Well, lying around in his room, acting like his life is over.
Yep.
Granted, there were two problems with this that he did not foresee while in the midst of preparing for a 72-hour angst-ridden lie-in; the first was that his fuzzball of a sheep that he got from Labrys is both too young and too...benignly stupid to understand that he is not, in fact, literally dying. As such, she took to lying on his chest about halfway through the morning of Day 2; this got a bit alarming when he realized that she was doing this with the intention of being the most adorable defibrillator on the planet should her services be required, and she was not about to leave him alone because by god, her services may be required about thirty seconds after she was set on the floor for the fiftieth time.
The second unforeseen complication was Meridiana's...dear Tropius of a starter, who came with the perk of making sure that he was going to have something to eat while in the midst of dealing with the shards of sorrow and darkness piercing his motherfucking soul; unfortunately, she also came with the drawback of not seeming to comprehend that man cannot live on bananas alone – or if she did comprehend it, she quite simply did not seem to care.
...There's also the fact that it's very, very hard to be suitably tragic with a fluffsheep nuzzling into you and a leafy dinosaur trying to get you to eat fruit. And apparently no one in this house does the whole "giving him the attention he rightly deserves" thing right, anyway, and he's been largely left alone for the last three days. And really, who the hell even does that anymore.
So. Tsukiyama can actually be found downstairs today, draping over furniture in the study like an asshole with all the curtains drawn because no one goddamn understands. It's a lot of generally being effectively dead of angst and misery, but hey, at least someone's actually making use of the fainting couch once in a while.
Because we have a girl here from the Victorian era and as such there is a literal fainting couch.
Because of course there is.
God, that thing was a great investment.]
[VIDEO]
[Well, whatever was going on earlier, it seems that the aggressive not-fainting and a few hours free of the looming bananasaur has done something for his mood; whether it's a good something or not has yet to be seen.
Either way, he seems surprisingly sane in terms of how he's presenting himself today, the usual bright colors and patterns replaced with a longsleeved white...thing and an open black vest over it; given that that's actually a perfectly rational thing for a person to be wearing, it can probably be assumed that his pants are made entirely of lies, shame, and disgrace, but thankfully those aren't able to be seen on the video. He looks like he's sitting on a set of stairs of some sort, obviously indoors; they're nice, polished-wood, but that's about the most that can be said for his surroundings.
He's got his free hand resting on an absolute fluffbeast of a sheep, who seems determined to not do anything but firmly plant her face in his side like she was headbutting him at one point and just kind of decided she liked that position; he's not quite petting her, but the gesture is...sort of there, at least. The other hand is holding the camera out in front of him, and he seems more than steady enough today, even if the smile isn't looking quite...right.
Appearing on the network so soon after everything the last week has decided to be is probably a bad idea, or at least one in poor taste. He doesn't care.]
Ah, it's been a little while, hasn't it? I've missed speaking to you.
[...as...overfamiliar as ever, though, apparently.]
This place surprisingly isn't bad, once you get used to it! It still trends a little too close to parody for my liking, but c'est la vie – that's something you become accustomed to over time, and besides that it comes with almost enough perks to make this little excursion worthwhile.
That's assuming it's an excursion in the first place, though - and when I first arrived, I was under the impression that everyone was hoping that's all it was. But it seems that isn't the case...? As strange as I find it to do otherwise.
So tell me, amore, because I'm curious – if you want to stay, is there a particular reason for it? Even if your situation is terrible, it seems a bit too much like relying on escapism to want to just remain here forever, if you ask me.
[Tsukiyama has been told in no uncertain terms that he had better not just lie around in his room and act like his life is over due to recent events; there were enough issues with said events to keep him busy for a little while, at least, and he'd actually been doing fairly well for the first day or so. But once the immediate problems were fixed, that left him with a good amount of nothing to do with himself and an upheaval to be responded to, and so clearly, he did the rational thing and decided eventually to respond to it by...
...Well, lying around in his room, acting like his life is over.
Yep.
Granted, there were two problems with this that he did not foresee while in the midst of preparing for a 72-hour angst-ridden lie-in; the first was that his fuzzball of a sheep that he got from Labrys is both too young and too...benignly stupid to understand that he is not, in fact, literally dying. As such, she took to lying on his chest about halfway through the morning of Day 2; this got a bit alarming when he realized that she was doing this with the intention of being the most adorable defibrillator on the planet should her services be required, and she was not about to leave him alone because by god, her services may be required about thirty seconds after she was set on the floor for the fiftieth time.
The second unforeseen complication was Meridiana's...dear Tropius of a starter, who came with the perk of making sure that he was going to have something to eat while in the midst of dealing with the shards of sorrow and darkness piercing his motherfucking soul; unfortunately, she also came with the drawback of not seeming to comprehend that man cannot live on bananas alone – or if she did comprehend it, she quite simply did not seem to care.
...There's also the fact that it's very, very hard to be suitably tragic with a fluffsheep nuzzling into you and a leafy dinosaur trying to get you to eat fruit. And apparently no one in this house does the whole "giving him the attention he rightly deserves" thing right, anyway, and he's been largely left alone for the last three days. And really, who the hell even does that anymore.
So. Tsukiyama can actually be found downstairs today, draping over furniture in the study like an asshole with all the curtains drawn because no one goddamn understands. It's a lot of generally being effectively dead of angst and misery, but hey, at least someone's actually making use of the fainting couch once in a while.
Because we have a girl here from the Victorian era and as such there is a literal fainting couch.
Because of course there is.
God, that thing was a great investment.]
[VIDEO]
[Well, whatever was going on earlier, it seems that the aggressive not-fainting and a few hours free of the looming bananasaur has done something for his mood; whether it's a good something or not has yet to be seen.
Either way, he seems surprisingly sane in terms of how he's presenting himself today, the usual bright colors and patterns replaced with a longsleeved white...thing and an open black vest over it; given that that's actually a perfectly rational thing for a person to be wearing, it can probably be assumed that his pants are made entirely of lies, shame, and disgrace, but thankfully those aren't able to be seen on the video. He looks like he's sitting on a set of stairs of some sort, obviously indoors; they're nice, polished-wood, but that's about the most that can be said for his surroundings.
He's got his free hand resting on an absolute fluffbeast of a sheep, who seems determined to not do anything but firmly plant her face in his side like she was headbutting him at one point and just kind of decided she liked that position; he's not quite petting her, but the gesture is...sort of there, at least. The other hand is holding the camera out in front of him, and he seems more than steady enough today, even if the smile isn't looking quite...right.
Appearing on the network so soon after everything the last week has decided to be is probably a bad idea, or at least one in poor taste. He doesn't care.]
Ah, it's been a little while, hasn't it? I've missed speaking to you.
[...as...overfamiliar as ever, though, apparently.]
This place surprisingly isn't bad, once you get used to it! It still trends a little too close to parody for my liking, but c'est la vie – that's something you become accustomed to over time, and besides that it comes with almost enough perks to make this little excursion worthwhile.
That's assuming it's an excursion in the first place, though - and when I first arrived, I was under the impression that everyone was hoping that's all it was. But it seems that isn't the case...? As strange as I find it to do otherwise.
So tell me, amore, because I'm curious – if you want to stay, is there a particular reason for it? Even if your situation is terrible, it seems a bit too much like relying on escapism to want to just remain here forever, if you ask me.
[video]
As to your question... well. Not all of us have very much to look forward to, should we return home. Apart from the fact that I wasn't saddled with these silly creatures to look after, I can't think of one aspect of my life back home that was in any way preferable to my life here.
[video]
[...god bless Cecil, and never let those utter disasters meet in person. The shouts of I LOVE YOUR PANTS will cause people clear in Kalos to cringe.]
I'm very aware of what it is you're saying - don't misunderstand, I definitely am! At the same time, I suppose my question is this: does it matter whether it's preferable or not? It's still your life that you're running out on, after all.
[video]
[video]
This world isn't supposed to be a permanent place for us, though - from what I've heard, it's something we're drawn to for a while, before whatever powers-that-be happen to exist decide to send us back. It would indicate that this...place, whatever life we have here...it isn't meant to be ours.
Doesn't it?
[video]
I have indeed heard that people here occasionally return to their own worlds. I've also spoken to people who have been here for years without ever seeing hide or hair of the world they came from. Surely it's possible that while some of us are granted only a brief stay, others have found themselves here permanently. Wouldn't you say?
[video]