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cheffeur) wrote in uploadedmain2018-10-22 04:52 pm
The plights of the ever unsure
WHO: Shinichi (+ Migi!) and Ignis
WHAT: Getting to Meet Migi! Because hand-monsters deserve love and attention too. Or something.
WHERE: Whatever bookstore exists in the mall. Borders? Booksamillion?
WHEN: idk sometime in week 3 i guess
NOTES: dorks in glasses and a crazy palm monster what more do you want
The first week, everything had been new enough to keep him on his toes and constantly vigilant, taking in as much information about his situation as he could. Testing the boundaries of what was 'allowed' by whatever presence seemed to be in control of their situation here,m for example: and he's becoming increasingly convinced that there is one, or some manner of censoring them from speaking openly about the way they arrived, or that they didn't actually belong in this place and world. Or even just mapping out the stores and resources available within then. Watching the people who attempt to take on the Mist, only to return bleeding and mad. Looking for Prompto.
The second week, things have grown a bit more regular. They'd manage to acquire the walkie-talkies and initiate contact with others around them- whether natives or not, it doesn't seem to really matter. It's easier to fall into something of a routine of rousing Noctis for his shift at the ice-cream stand, and then conducting his own research and scrounging for supplies or options or-- really, anything to keep his mind active and off of the fact that he really had no role here aside from surviving. And when trapped in a singular (although quite large) building with no direct threats, that task quickly becomes boring.
By the third week, he's spending most of his time in one of the bookstores, reading through whatever non-fiction he can find and seems digestible. And it's hard- he'd never realized just how much cultural and historical nuance went into writing down a depiction of events. But it's enough for him to start to get a handle on this world- 'Earth', it's called, North America the name of the continent, and so-on-and-so-forth, even without truly understanding more of the minute details.
Not that any of the information actually helps him or does anything to change his situation. But it keeps his mind busy, and that's worth enough.
As usual, he's spread out in one of the aisles, having grown used to ignoring the mannequin-like people who mill about in rote lines, as though backdrops of the performance they're all meant to play. Surrounding him is a number of books pulled from the minuscule 'local books' section- everything from a local birdwatching guide (surprisingly good for researching the local biome and what type of terrain may be awaiting them, should they ever get free from the mall) to a thin book explaining the historical impact of textile manufacturing and 'Quebecois'.
Not the most thrilling of reads, of course- but it and a steadily-cooling cup of coffee on the shelf behind him is all he's got to try and keep his mind busy.
WHAT: Getting to Meet Migi! Because hand-monsters deserve love and attention too. Or something.
WHERE: Whatever bookstore exists in the mall. Borders? Booksamillion?
WHEN: idk sometime in week 3 i guess
NOTES: dorks in glasses and a crazy palm monster what more do you want
The first week, everything had been new enough to keep him on his toes and constantly vigilant, taking in as much information about his situation as he could. Testing the boundaries of what was 'allowed' by whatever presence seemed to be in control of their situation here,m for example: and he's becoming increasingly convinced that there is one, or some manner of censoring them from speaking openly about the way they arrived, or that they didn't actually belong in this place and world. Or even just mapping out the stores and resources available within then. Watching the people who attempt to take on the Mist, only to return bleeding and mad. Looking for Prompto.
The second week, things have grown a bit more regular. They'd manage to acquire the walkie-talkies and initiate contact with others around them- whether natives or not, it doesn't seem to really matter. It's easier to fall into something of a routine of rousing Noctis for his shift at the ice-cream stand, and then conducting his own research and scrounging for supplies or options or-- really, anything to keep his mind active and off of the fact that he really had no role here aside from surviving. And when trapped in a singular (although quite large) building with no direct threats, that task quickly becomes boring.
By the third week, he's spending most of his time in one of the bookstores, reading through whatever non-fiction he can find and seems digestible. And it's hard- he'd never realized just how much cultural and historical nuance went into writing down a depiction of events. But it's enough for him to start to get a handle on this world- 'Earth', it's called, North America the name of the continent, and so-on-and-so-forth, even without truly understanding more of the minute details.
Not that any of the information actually helps him or does anything to change his situation. But it keeps his mind busy, and that's worth enough.
As usual, he's spread out in one of the aisles, having grown used to ignoring the mannequin-like people who mill about in rote lines, as though backdrops of the performance they're all meant to play. Surrounding him is a number of books pulled from the minuscule 'local books' section- everything from a local birdwatching guide (surprisingly good for researching the local biome and what type of terrain may be awaiting them, should they ever get free from the mall) to a thin book explaining the historical impact of textile manufacturing and 'Quebecois'.
Not the most thrilling of reads, of course- but it and a steadily-cooling cup of coffee on the shelf behind him is all he's got to try and keep his mind busy.
no subject
The rest of his time is generally spent re-visiting the various shops to see if anything has changed and letting Migi take updated notes. Up until now that's what the alien has been doing, quietly observing and gathering as much information as possible. About the environment, about their companions stuck here with them... Now that it's been a few weeks, his right hand has decided to take further action.
Shinichi's hesitant about "forming alliances", as Migi puts it. For one, it entails revealing themselves to people they barely know. There's no way to tell how someone may react, and they really have no means of defending themselves, with Migi reduced to such a weak state. They've argued about it off and on for the past days, but in the end the alien's logic seeps into his mindset and makes house there, cozying itself up against the human's emotion and fears. It would be beneficial to their survival. And Shinichi can only serve as a mouthpiece for Migi for so long; the alien needs to be able to hold conversations and brainstorm along with others. After all, they have to get out of here eventually, and just sitting here biding time seems fruitless.
Several of the others here are not from this time or place, and among those, Ignis is someone that Migi has declared he wants to try forming said alliance with. The man clearly has an analytical mind, and seems calm and rational -- something Shinichi hopes will help when he reveals to him that his right hand is an alien entity. Ignis is also not from Earth, so maybe he'll be open to the idea... hopefully.. The boy is still nervous as he looks for him, knowing Ignis well enough by now to know that the bookstore is a prime spot for him these days.
And there he is right in one of the aisles, various books about. It reminds Shinichi of his room back home, where Migi spreads out exactly like this -- books everywhere, pages wide open as he does research into the night. This is an oddly comforting image now, some sense of familiarity.
"Ignis, hi...!" The greeting is friendly as usual and comes with a smile, despite the nerves fluttering in his gut as he looks down to the other. "I thought you'd be here."
YIKES this took me a while-- sorry about that!
"I suppose I have been growing rather predictable in that," He admits easily, shoulders stretching back. Routines are a comfort, and even in such a bizarre situation, he's found himself carving them into his days. Anything to stay active and working and doing something, rather than resigning himself to the idea that there's nothing to do but wait for this whole situation to go tits-up and bring their survival into question.
"You're welcome to join me, if you'd like." He gestures to the space across from his mess of books as he speaks, inviting Shinichi to sit down. So far he'd liked the young man- Bright, if cautious and, perhaps, lacking confidence. He seems to share an interest in knowledge and information about their strange situation here, which Ignis respects. The fact that he seems well-intentioned and eager to try are also points in his favor, given what an eclectic group of people this Mall seems to have attracted.
"I'd been looking into the terrain and wildlife in Maine so we can know it in the event we manage to leave the Mall. It seems we're in a highly forested territory at a relatively high latitude. Luckily, it seems the beasts here are much smaller and less aggressive than the ones back home."