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goro "family man ogou-san" majima ([personal profile] haw) wrote in [community profile] notagain 2020-06-16 03:50 am (UTC)

a) the doll girl (mansion - museum, tuesday)
[ nobody wants to be outside on a rainy day! so, catch a slightly hungover majima wandering around the mansion throughout tuesday. it's a big building, so he spends most of the day checking it out. highlights include: taking a gander at the placards of former participants (and scoffing at the inferior goro); playing sm*sh in the game room; racking up some pool balls in the billiards room...

but the main draw would most likely be when he's exploring the museum in the afternoon, idly strolling through the various artifacts on display with a morbid curiosity. there are some that genuinely intrigue him, like crescent rose; some that weird him out, like the dancing tree; but there's one above all that stops him dead in his tracks. he freezes before the display case that holds the ripped bird plush, his eye as wide as it can go as he scans the card next to it. ]


. . . Hey, what the absolute shit is goin' on here? Who was listenin' in on me?

b) errands on the run (camp - farmlands, wednesday morning)
[ it seems things have calmed down by the time wednesday rolls around, both in weather and temperament... he's working pretty diligently in the fields while wearing his camp uniform (anyone who passes by the laundry cabin will notice he's using one of the machines to wash his suit). hard work is still hard work, though, no matter how much stamina he has; it's easy to catch him zoning out in the middle of his chores as something—Many Somethings, really—pass through his mind. ]

Shadows-han is all about tidyin' up, aren't they... kinda wonder why they're so neurotic about keepin' us busy. [ a bug lands on his arm; he hisses as he tries to slap it, but it just flies away instead. bzzzz. ] —Ugh. I wish I had some equipment, that'd at least help take care of things faster—

[ as soon as the words are out of his mouth, the star on his hand starts to fade. the next thing he knows, he's got a small tractor in his hands. he stares at it, unblinkingly, for a few seconds—

then turns around, winds up, and fuckin yeets the toy as hard as he can. ]

c) wildcard
( hit me with anything else u might wanna do or catch me on discord ok goodbye forever )

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