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]
If you don't mind me saying so, amore, you're one of the first people who's spoken to me about this that actually makes sense - it's refreshing, really!
What sort of obligations, if you don't mind my asking?
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Oh no, I don't mind at all. I'm... well. [She looks a little awkward, because wow, it's been so long since she told someone outside of her friends who she really is, but... hey. She never seriously tried to hide it, so...] I'm the queen of a small northern kingdom named Arendelle, in my world. So I'm sure you can understand why it would be a bad idea to stay here when I'm finally given the option to stay or return home.
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[That said, however, he doesn't sound intimidated or at all put-off; he's just...apparently going to adjust what he calls you and that will be the end of it. She did say she liked being treated like everyone else; the title is just words, and he'll use it more because he's incredibly formal with everyone in terms of address as opposed to through any sort of deference, because he's...sort of like that.]
I'm nowhere near the level of royalty, but my family does have a good amount of influence, back in my world - we specialize in government and trade, primarily. Since I'm the heir to all of that...well, even if it's on a lesser scale, I have some idea of what you're talking about, believe me.
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And it's good to meet more people who understand how that feels... [She managed to get a lot of the guilt talk about that off her chest with Asami, but it always helps talking to more people like this.] I know we all have our own responsibilities, no matter our station in society, but some things just. Weigh heavier than others.
So how would you answer your own question, if I can ask? Even with all of that awaiting you back home, would you want to stay here?
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I'll keep that in mind, Elsa-san - Tsukiyama, by the way. It's a pleasure.
[There we go. Sort of.]
As for the question...bluntly put, I wouldn't. It's a bit of a strange situation in my case, I think, in that this place is actually much better for me and there's no denying it - in terms of social things and the general quality of life, this place is objectively superior to how things are back where I'm from. I don't have any objections to being here, either, or at the very least no moreso than anyone else; I enjoy it, I've enjoyed the people and I've enjoyed the new experiences that this world has brought with it.
At the same time, if I were offered the option to leave right now, I would take it without even thinking. That probably makes me sound horribly ungrateful, n'est-ce pas? But it's how things are.
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[She falls silent as he speaks, brows furrowed ever so slightly as she listens, and when he's finished, she shakes her head.]
I don't think that's ungrateful at all. I suppose, for some people, this place is a gilded cage... as nice as it is, it's not where they want to be. And if you enjoyed your time here, and made the most of it, there's nothing ungrateful about also wanting to return home.
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I assume from what you said earlier that you've been enjoying yourself...?
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... My sister is here with me as well, so it's nice being able to spend all this time with her.
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For the longest time.... no, we weren't. Certain... things happened, and we were separated for most of our lives, despite still living in the same castle. It was only shortly before my arrival in Johto that we started reconnecting.
But now? Now, we're as close as can be. [Any sadness that may have crossed her face at her previous words is gone now, replaced with a smile.] I suppose I have this place to thank, partially. We've been doing a lot of sibling bonding during our time here.
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Ahh, dolce - it's good to hear that. This place seems to be good for things like that, doesn't it? Reconnecting with people and all.
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