THEY SEE ME ROLLIN', THEY HATIN'—

[naturallywavy]

CHARACTERS: Gintoki Sakata naturallywavy and whoever!

DATE: December 14th.

WARNINGS: this is a Gintoki log.

SUMMARY: Mostly scooter related, but some other things too: a SOL hell post.

( 1. ) SCOOTER HELL #1

<sub>[ After all the care and attention he had been given from all of these model citizens (seriously, you know who you are— and who do you think you even are anyway?), Gintoki is up and running to his healthiest. He had received once he had gotten out of jail a personal item from home and hasn't been using it except recently because he's in better condition to.

People might have seen the strange, silver "horse" as some described it, buzzing between the two divided parts of the city. Though, people in the goblin's side might catch a better glimpse of it. The horse in question is usually seen as a beacon of silver light before somebody can fully see it in the lantern lights that decorate the city.

Maybe you sent Gintoki on a task to retrieve something for you, such as an item from the market (specifically if you're on the goblin side and want something from the human side, fugitives!) or maybe he's just stopping by for a visit— you decide! It's completely up to you (remember, he's a freelancer who will do any task for money), but he stops his scooter near you. ]</sub>

Yo.

_{[ He's running late, for whatever it is we're doing, but you don't even get an apology. There's a sucker in his mouth and he pulls it out when he shows up— that probably wasn't safe to eat while you're driving, but w/e. ]}

( 2. ) SCOOTER HELL #2

<sub>[ Maybe it's the other way around— you don't need him, he needs you! Especially if you're somebody he's had CR with. He's talked about something really important that he needs to show you and doesn't go into description about it, but he's asking you to wait outside of the inn you're staying in— human or goblin inn, it doesn't matter.
And again, here he is, pulling up in his mo-ped like he is the absolute shit. It's a bit of a nerve wrecking stop as he spins the scooter, making it come to a stop by breaking and allowing it to skid to the side. Wow, look how cool it is! Maybe he was trying to accommodate for how small he was down there.

Once he has stopped there is a long silence as the dust he stirs up has settled. He removes his helmet. ]</sub>

It's cool, isn't it?
_{[ yeah this..... was all he wanted to show you. You came outside for this. ]}

( 3. ) OUTSKIRTS

No, this isn't what I'm looking for either. Do you have something that is like this, oi, pay attention— It's like this— _{[ Gintoki is having at it with a goblin vendor who is selling some articles of clothing on the streets. He's aggressively gesturing to his yukata, scooter neatly parked off to the side. ]}

White and blue— where I have have one arm out. I don't want two sleeves. I want just one sleeve. Do you have just one sleeve..!?
<sub>[ he goblin seems a bit frustrated at this and pulls out another article of clothing that looks nothing like what he's wanting (which is the exact same thing he is wearing). It's just.. it's a little stained, even after Alice washed it, with blood and has a few tears in it.

Gintoki grits his teeth, beginning to lose his patience as well. The goblin pulls out what appears to be a dress next, which is indeed, white and blue— but it's a dress. ]</sub>

What the hell is that..!? WHAT KIND OF PERSON ARE YOU TAKING ME FOR..!?
_{[ break up this argument? watch in awe? I'm not sure, but things could get violent if you just sit back and watch. ]}

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( 3. )

[winces]

[ to be quite honest, she had been fairly upset that morning, waking to find that her charge had disappeared. it had been concern, mostly, worried he might have relapsed during the evening (she might not have shared the bed with him, but she'd curled up on the floor close enough to hear him struggling through some nightmares; she regretted making that promise that evening, vowing he would feel better with her concotion, when it seemed all along he had pains the potion could not actually reach) or if she had somehow offended or scared him away in the night hours.

she found the letter, of course. had puzzled and agonized over it a fair few hours, worried it was a list of grievances and upset she could not understand a letter of it so she could not even apologize properly. she thought perhaps to leave it at that, certain he would have preferred to never see her again. she had overstepped her boundaries, said something wrong, looked at him wrong, something — whatever the reason, it had been her folly, and she only wishes she could have properly apologized.

it was purely coincidence, then, that she happens upon this scene when she did. despite the warnings and her better common sense, there were times olivia dared to venture this far (no other vendor in the trades district had deals quite like the others had around this area), and she'd just finished haggling her way into an ounce of mixed spices. this she'd been stuffing into her satchel when a familiar voice cuts through the air.

she, of course, could have just turned around and walked away. instead, she makes another bad decision that day and takes a half-step closer. ]

Um. Is everything okay here...?

[naturallywavy]

<sub>[ Gintoki practically falls flat first on the ground when he hears Olivia intervening in their conversation— or argument, at this point— and it causes him to pause. What was she doing here of all places? Wasn't she staying on the human's side in the inn he would sleep in on occasion?

Gintoki looks at the vendor, a sudden change in his voice: ]</sub>
—As I was saying! What kind of person do you take me for? I'm not paying that less for something like this! This is my last offer and you're going to take it whether you want to or not!

<sub>[ He slams his money in the vendor's hands. It seemed like he was giving him a little extra and takes the dress from him.

Wow. Just what he always wanted. Not.
He looks directly at Olivia, awkwardly holding the dress. ]</sub>

Ah, Olivia-san. I am bartering with this seller. That is all.
_{[ 'And I just wasted so much money because of you, damn it.' ]}

[winces]

[ she stiffens up a little when he approaches her, shoulders hunching up in a very obvious defensive mechanism.

but all tension seems to fade (well, okay, most of the tension) the moment she sees how much money has actually been exchanged. ]

Mr. Fruit... [ her tone is low, eyes flickering between the man before her and the goblin grinning to himself several paces away.

the look on her face is quite grave. ]

You just got robbed.

[naturallywavy]

_{[ He sounds nearly hysterical. He knows that, dammit! ]}

Aaaah, no no. You don't understand.. this dress it's— _{[ He holds it up high, examining it. ]}
Hand woven, with materials.. from a different planet. An entire differently planet— Planet Namek, actually.

And the lace on the bodice it's from the asshole of a rare goddess. They're goddess asshairs, don't you know that? The trim is pure gold. This was practically a steal.
_{[ 'How did I get stuck in this situatiiiooonn..!?' ]}

Mr. Fruit knows how to buy, you don't have to worry.

[winces]

[ she's quiet for a long, long moment, staring thoughtfully at the dress he holds up into the faint light before she utters under her breath: ]

Did you know your goddess is a goat...

[ because that's definitely mohair, or close to it. but in any case..! olivia is tearing her eyes away from the fabric to peer curiously at the man holding it. he doesn't seem... angry at her. he's tense, for sure, with something tight pulling at the corners
of his lips, but she supposes she'd feel just as bad if she just got robbed blind. but he doesn't seem upset at her, which only confuses her further.

had she misinterpreted that letter after all...?

tentatively, she ventures: ]

Well — I'm sorry for intruding.

[naturallywavy]

Intruding? _{[ 'You can intrude anytime you'd like? You can intrude my body if you'd like!' ]}
Aaah, Olivia-san— you're not doing anything of that sort. The Yorozuya know how to haggle, is all I am trying to say. It's something I've been meaning to buy anyway.

_{[ He holds it up to his body. ]}
It'll look nice, won't it?

_{[ 'Stop talking!' ]}

[winces]

[ she was with him up until the very end. for a few seconds, all olivia could do was blink owlishly at him, as if her brain were mentally attempting to put the two pieces together and keeps short-circuiting in its attempt. ]

Oh, [ she says. ]

Oh, [ she says once more, with feeling. she blushes a bit, glancing away as if she'd just walked into something very, very private. ]

S-Sorry, I didn't realize you— that you liked— I mean it's perfectly alright if you—

[ stop talking! ]

I'm sure it will really accentuate your curves...!

[naturallywavy]

_{[ He realizes that she's embarrassed, and so, he just goes along with it. Sure, why not. She thinks he's a cross dresser. That's great. It's his own fault for trying to be on his best behavior with her around: ]}

I don't have any doubt it will accentuate my curves.
_{[ Maybe he will wear it anyway. He's a wanted fugitive, after all. ]}

Though, I'm sure you could wear it much better.
_{[ Smooth, Gin. It happens every once in a blue moon. He even tilts his head to the side and turns the dress around, daring to hold it out in front of Olivia with a curious expression. Huh. ]}

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[beyourrock]

[Pearl had taken some time out to air out her thoughts as of late. So what better way to spend the day, or night, taking a nice stroll through the goblin part of the city. She has a kitted sweater pulled up under her nose, thanks to the high collar, her hands stuffed within opposite sleeves of each others. The cold was starting to settle in. It was times like this where Pearl wishes she had Garnet's stamina within heat and, especially, the cold.

Her gaze down casted, Pearl barely has time to notice the headlight of the scooter barreling towards her. She turns her head, seeing the silver transportation vehicle and takes a few steps away from its path, only to see it settle nearby.

Pawing away the rising dust, pale blue eyes rest on the driver.]

Gintoki?

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[digophelia]

[ Later in the day, Alice decided that it may be the best time to check out the outside of the city, to see the difference between it and the Chantes. To her surprise, the goblins are friendly to her, then they have been during that riot. She was convinced that they wouldn't receive her very well, though perhaps she was such a small woman, maybe they've forgotten her.

Whatever the case may be, she didn't treat them any differently, finding them much more helpful than human vendors. Slowly, she accrue sewing materials -- thicker needles and threads and some food that would last a while longer, non-perishables. Though, if they were this friendly, maybe it was a good time to start consider relocating, taking what little she had (and it wasn't even that much) and relocate to the goblin side of things.

Her only regret would be the children in the Chantes, who she started to play with regularly and tell them stories about Wonderland. There were a few children in the Chantes who could sing "Twinkle, Twinkle Little Bat" pretty well.

While Alice started to consider this and even mulled over her expenses, she stopped, watching the goblin and Gintoki argue. She had no idea what the origin of the argument was, but hoped it wasn't over old feelings from the riots. Barely raising her voice, Alice cleared her throat, hoping to get their attention- ]

Excuse me. Might I ask what happened?

[naturallywavy]

_{[ Gintoki crinkles his nose at this goblin, who is trying his best to appear professional (???) like a crook should be. A professional crook. Gintoki, on the otherhand, is doing a great job appearing like a giant asshat— being that customer. ]}

He's trying to sell me a dress. Oi, I'll punch your lights out so much, it'll be busted like the old sign at Tenny's.
_{[ A rip off of Denny's, but you know. Gintoki liked to eat there. The goblin seems, actually, apologetic and pulls out another shirt. It looks a bit classy, but it's nothing like Gintoki's style at all. ]}

—It's got gold trim. I don't do anything gold. Where is the silver? Do you have a problem with silver?

[naturallywavy]

_{[ It has been a good while since he has run into Pearl, and he was actually, curious, as to how she was doing. He swings his legs off of the scooter and lands on the ground, resting his elbow on the handles of it. ]}

Satan Clause left me another gift.
_{[ he is completely okay with things arriving from his world ending up here. Completely okay with that. ]}

How about you?
_{[ look at this prideful face. ]}

[beyourrock]

Satan... You mean Santa Claus.

[Pearl shakes her head with a small groan before her head bobs curiously at the sight of the bike. Please excuse her as she takes a few steps closer, seeing her transparent reflection through the surface of the scooter]

Ah, no, I haven't had any gifts as of late.

[Besides Quartz a few weeks ago, but... Quartz was Quartz, and it was better left unsaid, at least for now.]

Did you originally have this back home?

[winces]

[ not when her face is so red, it clashes terribly with the dress. ]


U-Um.

[ her hands come up reflexively, despite her cloak already falling over her shoulders. ]

A-Anyway, I'll get out of your way now... Sorry again.

[naturallywavy]

_{[ ??????
He lowers the dress, lips pursing slightly. She's a bit odd today— maybe it had to do with the note that he left her. Gintoki couldn't imagine why that letter would make her act like this, but she's a jittery little thing to start with. ]}

You don't gotta. I was wondering if I'd see you again.
_{[ He just didn't expect you here.
Anyway, he puts the dress across his shoulder. Maybe she didn't like it? That's fine. He'll figure something out. ]}

Aaah, let me guess. You're on your way going somewhere?

[naturallywavy]

I mean Satan Clause. Oi, don't doubt me. _{[ ???? ]
[ He observes Pearl as she approaches the scooter, interested in her reaction. He rests his arm in the open part of his yukata, as he usually does when he is waiting around. ]}

It's what I use everyday. It is something from home. Makes things better for me here. _{[ He gets to sit and get places quicker instead of walking. What else do you expect from a slacker? ]}

[digophelia]

[ Alice's eyes shift between the goblin and Gintoki. Then, finally, back on her basket. It's an awkward situation she's just walked into, as usual. Just another day in the Chants. ]

What were you trying to buy?

[ Maybe it was just a misunderstanding -- she hopes so, anyway. The last thing there needs to be is a fist fight. If anything, Alice is starting to feel a little bad for the goblin vendor. ]

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[headlining]

Maybe he thinks you'd look good in it.

[Hey, if it isn't....this weirdo he never got the name of. Keats approaches, giving the whole situation a punch-worthy smirk. Ah, drama, there's nothing like being a spectator to it.]

[But even so, he's curious as to why they're arguing, so he'll put aside his smug remarks. For now.]

Honestly, what's going on, he doesn't have what you want? [He glances over at the vendor.] Are you sure you want to deal with this guy?

[naturallywavy]

_{[ His lips curl into a frown, as if he were going to pout. This is a pitiful display for a man who is nearly 30. ]}

Something this guy apparently can't get for me. I don't think he understands.
_{[ He glances down at Alice. She probably can still see, again, the stains and tears in his yukata. ]}

Nobody has a sense of fashion around here.

[naturallywavy]

_{[ Oh, joyyyy. It's four eyed scrotum again. ]}
What, what. Did you beat that poor old man at your game?

_{[ He takes the item of clothes that the goblin was trying to sell— it looked similar to some kind of poncho and he examines it. He hums, then looks at the goblins, wagging a thumb at Keats. ]}

Do you have any temple tips? This pair of glasses wants to change up his style it looks like.

[winces]

N-No, I was actually just finishing up here, I—

[ she pauses, just about to launch into how she totally just scored a bag of spices for her next stew when she realizes:

i was wondering if i'd see you again.

she peers up at him curiously, uncertainly. his tone hadn't been resentful or wary... ]

Wait... Does that mean you aren't mad at me...?

[headlining]

No, I lost. [He gives a shrug. It isn't that much of a big deal. If it was a game he felt confident in, he'd be much more of a sore loser over it.] Guess I'll have to prepare for my big rematch.

[He's pushing up his glasses just as Gintoki makes that remark.]

Temple tips? [He lets out a snort.] I appreciate the attempt to change my appearance to your liking, but I have long hair, you know. You wouldn't be able to see them even if I did change them.

[naturallywavy]

_{[ ?????. She seemed less confident than the last time he saw her. What the hell happened? Did somebody or something tell her something mean or treat her unfairly? ]}

Anybody who gets mad at you needs to have their brain evaluated. How could I be angry with my rescuer, aaa?
_{[ He shifts out of her proximity, heading over to his mo-ped. ]}

Hey. If someone's bein' mean to you, you just gotta let me know.
_{[ He'll just fold up that dress and it put it in his back cargo. ]}

[winces]

[ olivia can only look on in blatant confusion. there's time enough to wonder over that strabge silver carriage later — this would be her second time seeing it, and second time forgetting to question it — right now there are more important things at hand! ]

But. Y-You'd left so suddenly, and without saying goodbye, and — and there was that note in that code and — and I hadn't heard from you since then and — and what is that thing anyway???

[ ok so she couldn't hold it back any longer ]

3.

[haring_to_go]

[ Reim was shopping nearby, still trying to finagle information out of the vendors about the state of Chantes when he hears a rather loud commotion from across the square. Creeping closer, he arrives just in time to see Gintoki lose it over the dress. Stepping in between both the merchant and Gintoki if that's at all possible, Reim immediately puts on a professional smile. ]

Ah, pardon the intrusion, sirs, but is there something amiss here?

[ because let's face it, ALASTAIR doesn't exactly need to draw more (bad) attention to itself at the moment. Reim would like to keep the goblins friendly as much as possible if they can! ]