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]
...Which just sort of makes me wonder what it is you're trying to do, negating your own point so quickly like that.
[video]
[video]
[GENERALLY SPEAKING, THAT IS. Swear to god, Kayneth, if you bring feelings into this, he's going to have to...
...well, deal, because he's the one who asked. So don't make him regret asking.]
[video]
[because like hell if he's getting FEELINGS all over some random dude with shit fashion sense.]
The world just sort of breaks every six months, and I've had to accept that it's just a routine biyearly thing and that I'll never be able to tell anyone back home about this strange, fascinating phenomenon, which is positively infuriating.
[...he pauses and thinks that over a bit.]
...admittedly I'd have to bring some empirical proof because that's more than a bit difficult to believe even by the loosest standards of my world, but it's the principal of the thing.
[video]
[God, there is really only one thing to say to that, isn't there.]
...You're positively adorable, monsieur.
[video]
[...hang on, let him process that]
...erm, what?
[video]
[MOVING RIGHT ALONG.]
What sort of methods have you looked into, regarding the possibility of keeping our memories of this place? I assume attempts have been made, at least, since that doesn't sound like the sort of thing you would just accept so easily.
[video]
Honestly, I haven't been able to look into quite that many... mostly because I barely even know where to begin. The only thing I can think of is Legendary Pokemon, and they're not exactly the most accessible beings.
...I did speak to Arceus once, who indicated that it didn't actually seem to understand what was going on. Not very encouraging, given that it's the closest thing this place has to a creator god.
[video]
[video]
In terms of domains I always considered Dialga and Palkia to be a better bet in terms of actually voluntarily leaving, though I really haven't got any idea about memory.