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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.