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After several increasingly bemused minutes of looking for the uniform he's been tasked with putting on, another helpful passerby offers "This one should fit" and tosses a black leotard towards him. It was pulled from the rack of leotards he's been standing and rifling through, looking for anything with a little more...coverage. However, the helpful colleague disappears before he can ask anymore questions, in almost the same breath that the unintelligible but clearly impatient snap of his "boss" comes from the other room. Whatever this costume is, it'll be best to just put it on and get this over with. Twenty-four hours should fly by in a place like a casino, shouldn't it?
Unfortunately, as he wedges his stockinged feet into a pair of low black heels, mortification has already settled in. And embarrassment always makes time drag, turning seconds to hours and hours to days. It doesn't help either that he gets an almost bored once over from the boss before he's shuffled out onto the casino floor, eyes adjusting slowly to the hazy ambience of an endless room lit with neon and obfuscated with cigarette smoke. Someone else hooks their arm into his, leading him urgently toward the glittering bar, one whole side covered with tray after tray of tall, delicate glasses awaiting a server willing to risk the labyrinth to find the table that ordered them.
"I'm... Is it a problem that I'm not old enough to drink?"
Holding a tray must surely be like holding a palette to some degree (and Hierophant Green will be quick enough to help him stabilize any teetering with a helpful ribbon or two). But doesn't he need some kind of certification for this?
WATCH THE WHORE'S PARADE
After everything he's already seen in the last few weeks of his life, a talking painting really isn't all that high up on the list of things to shock or frighten him. In a way, he's more curious than anything at first, wondering if it's some kind of magic of the resort, or even if the painting might be as haunted as the casino. He'd probably be a little more inquisitive, though, if he didn't so desperately need to pee. Instead of true acknowledgement, he simply waves and even gives a shallow, polite bow in greeting and passing as he hurries past the painting to the next empty stall. And ignores the questionable noises coming from vent in the ceiling above.
The painting becomes a lot more threatening, however, on his way out. Not at first, at least not with anything worse than a scowl and a howl of accused indecency. But when he pulls on the door to exit, it doesn't budge. Here he's forced, then, to confront the man who's burnt umber gaze is unsettlingly penetrating as he waits for a response.
Behind him, the door is still, and ahead of him the bathroom is almost completely silent, until one other person exits a stall and goes to the sink. For a brief but welcome moment, the painting's disdain is turned elsewhere, the same demand posed. And Kakyouin is left to decide two things:
First, what is the painting considering a crime? An actual crime? If so, must one have been tried and convicted? Second, if not, then...is the crime meant to just be something weighing on one's conscience?
A thought comes to him, fresh, familiar, and...well, almost certainly the worst of two evils in this case. But his shameful grimace should tell his fellow prisoner all they need to know about his willingness to be the first to confess to anything.
IT'S JUST A LITTLE TURBULENCE
With his obligations to the bar staff finally met after 24 unexpectedly harrowing hours, Kakyouin is grateful to be back in some normal clothing. Maybe it's a bit of youthful naivety on his part, or maybe he's simply worn out between everything he's been through both before and since arriving here so unexpectedly, but he settles into the booth he's guided to without a single thought beyond collapsing into a comfortable seat. It's only when the server, after taking his drink order, mentions the cards on the table are available if he needs them that Kakyouin sits up and, once more, must evaluate his surroundings.
The lounge is average, if not in decorations then absolutely in terms of not seeming suspicious. He subtly sends Hierophant Green out and up, to hover above the booth and get a lay of the place to see if anything unusual is happening at any of the other tables that he should prepare himself for. (As if anyone could be prepared for something like surprise toys.) The only thing he can see is that every table seats a pair, with a handful of other seating slightly larger groups. More than a few of them, too, are trading cards back and forth. The same cards, he notes, as sit neatly stacked at the edge of his own table. The backs are black with gold filigree and neatly labeled with DATE NIGHT QUESTIONS in the same embossed gold leaf.
No sooner does he pick one up than the waiter returns with his drink...and, as it would so have it, a companion. His violet eyes flicker from the server to the other guest, and his mouth sets straight and uncomfortable. Hierophant Green slides back down but doesn't yet disappear; he's learned that lesson recently, but also simply feels more comfortable with something like a chaperone. Even if the other person surely can't see his Stand.
Instead of reading the card aloud, Kakyouin reaches for his drink—a Sprite, with a lemon garnish—and sinks a little lower into his seat. The card is laid on the table, face up, so that the other person might read it and answer it anyway should they choose. It might make the date a little more fun (for one of them, anyway).
What is the easiest way to bring a smile to your face?
COME ON, BRING IT
Kakyouin (he goes by his last name) is a pretty introverted 17-year-old Japanese student. He has a strange power called a Stand that I touch on briefly in his permissions, but the tl;dr is he's basically astral projecting his life force into a weird green guy that helps him fight/was his only friend growing up.
In addition to the prompts above, I'm also super open to your ideas! Feel free to make Kakyouin the recipient of red slot machine pulls or some of the tamer sex toy roulette options. Also keen for him to be "invited" as a pet to the soiree and traded or coerced to perform with another pet.
After being here for more than a year, it never took Layla long enough to notice who was new and who wasn't. There had been many people who had come and gone during her time here, but the awkwardness of being confronted with the reality of this place always remained the same. She'd gone through it herself to a certain degree, embarrassing herself by crying and forcing others to come to her aid. She's become a lot more stronger since then, but even now facing the reality that she had been here a year and people she came to care for were gone, was still difficult for her.
It made her a lot more nicer to people and to not just think about her own desires and worries. So it was no surprised she immediately noticed how uncomfortable Kakyouin might have been in that getup and just how much he needed a break. So despite being a Queen herself and not needing to work the rounds, she linked arms with him and smiled, her heels clicking away at the floor as she guided him through the Casino.
"You won't get in trouble really, as long as you do everything else that's expected of you here. If you want a break though, I can deliver these drinks myself."
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Kakyouin Noriaki | Jojo's Bizarre Adventure | WILDCARD
After several increasingly bemused minutes of looking for the uniform he's been tasked with putting on, another helpful passerby offers "This one should fit" and tosses a black leotard towards him. It was pulled from the rack of leotards he's been standing and rifling through, looking for anything with a little more...coverage. However, the helpful colleague disappears before he can ask anymore questions, in almost the same breath that the unintelligible but clearly impatient snap of his "boss" comes from the other room. Whatever this costume is, it'll be best to just put it on and get this over with. Twenty-four hours should fly by in a place like a casino, shouldn't it?
Unfortunately, as he wedges his stockinged feet into a pair of low black heels, mortification has already settled in. And embarrassment always makes time drag, turning seconds to hours and hours to days. It doesn't help either that he gets an almost bored once over from the boss before he's shuffled out onto the casino floor, eyes adjusting slowly to the hazy ambience of an endless room lit with neon and obfuscated with cigarette smoke. Someone else hooks their arm into his, leading him urgently toward the glittering bar, one whole side covered with tray after tray of tall, delicate glasses awaiting a server willing to risk the labyrinth to find the table that ordered them.
"I'm... Is it a problem that I'm not old enough to drink?"
Holding a tray must surely be like holding a palette to some degree (and Hierophant Green will be quick enough to help him stabilize any teetering with a helpful ribbon or two). But doesn't he need some kind of certification for this?
WATCH THE WHORE'S PARADE
After everything he's already seen in the last few weeks of his life, a talking painting really isn't all that high up on the list of things to shock or frighten him. In a way, he's more curious than anything at first, wondering if it's some kind of magic of the resort, or even if the painting might be as haunted as the casino. He'd probably be a little more inquisitive, though, if he didn't so desperately need to pee. Instead of true acknowledgement, he simply waves and even gives a shallow, polite bow in greeting and passing as he hurries past the painting to the next empty stall. And ignores the questionable noises coming from vent in the ceiling above.
The painting becomes a lot more threatening, however, on his way out. Not at first, at least not with anything worse than a scowl and a howl of accused indecency. But when he pulls on the door to exit, it doesn't budge. Here he's forced, then, to confront the man who's burnt umber gaze is unsettlingly penetrating as he waits for a response.
Behind him, the door is still, and ahead of him the bathroom is almost completely silent, until one other person exits a stall and goes to the sink. For a brief but welcome moment, the painting's disdain is turned elsewhere, the same demand posed. And Kakyouin is left to decide two things:
First, what is the painting considering a crime? An actual crime? If so, must one have been tried and convicted?
Second, if not, then...is the crime meant to just be something weighing on one's conscience?
A thought comes to him, fresh, familiar, and...well, almost certainly the worst of two evils in this case. But his shameful grimace should tell his fellow prisoner all they need to know about his willingness to be the first to confess to anything.
IT'S JUST A LITTLE TURBULENCE
With his obligations to the bar staff finally met after 24 unexpectedly harrowing hours, Kakyouin is grateful to be back in some normal clothing. Maybe it's a bit of youthful naivety on his part, or maybe he's simply worn out between everything he's been through both before and since arriving here so unexpectedly, but he settles into the booth he's guided to without a single thought beyond collapsing into a comfortable seat. It's only when the server, after taking his drink order, mentions the cards on the table are available if he needs them that Kakyouin sits up and, once more, must evaluate his surroundings.
The lounge is average, if not in decorations then absolutely in terms of not seeming suspicious. He subtly sends Hierophant Green out and up, to hover above the booth and get a lay of the place to see if anything unusual is happening at any of the other tables that he should prepare himself for. (As if anyone could be prepared for something like surprise toys.) The only thing he can see is that every table seats a pair, with a handful of other seating slightly larger groups. More than a few of them, too, are trading cards back and forth. The same cards, he notes, as sit neatly stacked at the edge of his own table. The backs are black with gold filigree and neatly labeled with DATE NIGHT QUESTIONS in the same embossed gold leaf.
No sooner does he pick one up than the waiter returns with his drink...and, as it would so have it, a companion. His violet eyes flicker from the server to the other guest, and his mouth sets straight and uncomfortable. Hierophant Green slides back down but doesn't yet disappear; he's learned that lesson recently, but also simply feels more comfortable with something like a chaperone. Even if the other person surely can't see his Stand.
Instead of reading the card aloud, Kakyouin reaches for his drink—a Sprite, with a lemon garnish—and sinks a little lower into his seat. The card is laid on the table, face up, so that the other person might read it and answer it anyway should they choose. It might make the date a little more fun (for one of them, anyway).
What is the easiest way to bring a smile to your face?
COME ON, BRING IT
Kakyouin (he goes by his last name) is a pretty introverted 17-year-old Japanese student. He has a strange power called a Stand that I touch on briefly in his permissions, but the tl;dr is he's basically astral projecting his life force into a weird green guy that helps him fight/was his only friend growing up.
In addition to the prompts above, I'm also super open to your ideas! Feel free to make Kakyouin the recipient of red slot machine pulls or some of the tamer sex toy roulette options. Also keen for him to be "invited" as a pet to the soiree and traded or coerced to perform with another pet.
— pop the cheap champagne
It made her a lot more nicer to people and to not just think about her own desires and worries. So it was no surprised she immediately noticed how uncomfortable Kakyouin might have been in that getup and just how much he needed a break. So despite being a Queen herself and not needing to work the rounds, she linked arms with him and smiled, her heels clicking away at the floor as she guided him through the Casino.
"You won't get in trouble really, as long as you do everything else that's expected of you here. If you want a break though, I can deliver these drinks myself."