佐々木 琲世 (
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epidemiology2017-01-16 09:17 pm
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CHARACTERS: Haise Sasaki
pursuit and anybody.
DATE: After the holiday festivities have concluded.
WARNINGS: Horror canons. Terrible things.
SUMMARY: Keeping busy in Oska.
Kitchens
[It's not uncommon to find Haise occupying the kitchens. And because he's made arrangements to give lessons to some of his associates, he makes an effort to make himself more available there. In the early evening he ducks right behind the counter and goes about the routine of flipping through the recipe book for cooking with friends that ALASTAIR provided him, sizing up which might be appealing on a given day, before he sets to work.
So it is that he can be found pulling out ingredients for dinner-appropriate dishes, humming as he goes. The tunes vary, some as simple as jingles from commercials he vaguely remembers overhearing, recognizable to other people from the same era in Japan that he comes from. Whether anyone shows up or not, he can't always gauge, but he always waits a while before he sets about preparing food.
Of course, one could simply come in and grab a plate when he's done, too. It's not like he's ever seen to eat any of what he makes]
Training Room
[Regardless of how demanding their last mission was, Haise still makes a point of hitting the training room. Back when he was new, his first visit to the place hadn't ended particularly well, but now his visits come with the familiarity of routine. Strange as the technology is, he's at least become accustomed to it, and anyone paying much attention to the room's usage might notice the way he shows up like clockwork every morning.
It's on one such morning that the environment populated around him is one of concrete, rather than any setting familiar to their missions. One might liken it to an abandoned office building, the Tokyo skyline recognizable beyond its windows, and the way Haise stalks the halls suggests that he expects something to spring out at any moment.
For those from a more mundane version of Earth, or at least familiar with such structures, it might be a very odd thing to walk in on]
Training Room: Shizuo
[At the agreed-upon time, Haise makes his way to the training room to meet Shizuo. It's a time that falls outside of his routine, and he half-expects the room might be occupied when he gets there. When he finds it vacant however, he enters and leaves the door open, carrying his quinque at his side. He doesn't know whether it's going to be useful while they figure out Shizuo's unique new weapon, but it seems better to be prepared just in case.
While he waits, he ponders how best to make use of something like a stop sign. At least he comes from an organization armed with strange and unique gear, even if none of it happens to be quite like that. The first step is probably seeing how Shizuo would handle such a thing if left to his own devices, and testing its durability...
ALASTAIR certainly has an interesting idea of what to bestow upon its recruits]
Library
[One of his favorite places to be is the library, and that's something that will surely never change. As he has many times before, Haise hunkers down at a quiet table with a pile of books, and soon enough is engrossed in reading. He seems quite bent on this and nothing else, except if one lingers in the area long enough, there comes a sharp, wooden snap from time to time.
While he reads, Haise idly snaps a pencil, only to repair it with a spell and break it all over again. This exercise doesn't seem to demand very much of his focus, though his reading is slower than it normally would be, because it does take some. Since he knows no one else with this particular line of magic, he's devised his own ways of exercising the ability.
Hopefully no one needs total silence in order to enjoy their reading]
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[Want to do something else entirely? Throw it on in here]
DATE: After the holiday festivities have concluded.
WARNINGS: Horror canons. Terrible things.
SUMMARY: Keeping busy in Oska.
Kitchens
[It's not uncommon to find Haise occupying the kitchens. And because he's made arrangements to give lessons to some of his associates, he makes an effort to make himself more available there. In the early evening he ducks right behind the counter and goes about the routine of flipping through the recipe book for cooking with friends that ALASTAIR provided him, sizing up which might be appealing on a given day, before he sets to work.
So it is that he can be found pulling out ingredients for dinner-appropriate dishes, humming as he goes. The tunes vary, some as simple as jingles from commercials he vaguely remembers overhearing, recognizable to other people from the same era in Japan that he comes from. Whether anyone shows up or not, he can't always gauge, but he always waits a while before he sets about preparing food.
Of course, one could simply come in and grab a plate when he's done, too. It's not like he's ever seen to eat any of what he makes]
Training Room
[Regardless of how demanding their last mission was, Haise still makes a point of hitting the training room. Back when he was new, his first visit to the place hadn't ended particularly well, but now his visits come with the familiarity of routine. Strange as the technology is, he's at least become accustomed to it, and anyone paying much attention to the room's usage might notice the way he shows up like clockwork every morning.
It's on one such morning that the environment populated around him is one of concrete, rather than any setting familiar to their missions. One might liken it to an abandoned office building, the Tokyo skyline recognizable beyond its windows, and the way Haise stalks the halls suggests that he expects something to spring out at any moment.
For those from a more mundane version of Earth, or at least familiar with such structures, it might be a very odd thing to walk in on]
Training Room: Shizuo
[At the agreed-upon time, Haise makes his way to the training room to meet Shizuo. It's a time that falls outside of his routine, and he half-expects the room might be occupied when he gets there. When he finds it vacant however, he enters and leaves the door open, carrying his quinque at his side. He doesn't know whether it's going to be useful while they figure out Shizuo's unique new weapon, but it seems better to be prepared just in case.
While he waits, he ponders how best to make use of something like a stop sign. At least he comes from an organization armed with strange and unique gear, even if none of it happens to be quite like that. The first step is probably seeing how Shizuo would handle such a thing if left to his own devices, and testing its durability...
ALASTAIR certainly has an interesting idea of what to bestow upon its recruits]
Library
[One of his favorite places to be is the library, and that's something that will surely never change. As he has many times before, Haise hunkers down at a quiet table with a pile of books, and soon enough is engrossed in reading. He seems quite bent on this and nothing else, except if one lingers in the area long enough, there comes a sharp, wooden snap from time to time.
While he reads, Haise idly snaps a pencil, only to repair it with a spell and break it all over again. This exercise doesn't seem to demand very much of his focus, though his reading is slower than it normally would be, because it does take some. Since he knows no one else with this particular line of magic, he's devised his own ways of exercising the ability.
Hopefully no one needs total silence in order to enjoy their reading]
Wildcard
[Want to do something else entirely? Throw it on in here]

training room
But today, he comes in a after Haise's simulation has started, and he finds himself curiously trotting into it, eyes a little ... confused. Like, what is happening? Is something happening?]
Uh. Is this some kind of maze? Are you preparing for a maze?
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...A maze?
[He invests a good moment in taking stock of his surroundings, looking one way and then the other, before returning his attention to Keith]
It's the building I was in before I came here.
[Well, to be accurate, right before he was recruited he was on the roof, but...]
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Are you worried about being sent back? Is that why you made this? [There are some people who go home. Riza told him that much. Does he know if that's happening to him?]
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Don't you think we'll all return home, someday?
[He asks in return, and there's an honest curiosity behind that question. Giovanni had expressed in his own way that returning home was an eventuality, though he'd argued against it...
Funny, he sees the hypocrisy in his line of thinking only now]
...I thought if I were better prepared, I could be of more help to my associates when the time comes.
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kitchens!!
I'm not late, I hope?
[ Arima 'arrives to every battle late' Kishou is here now. ]
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Not late at all, I just got everything set up.
[Don't mind the radiating waves of enthusiasm, this is exciting for him]
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Good. Then start whenever you wish.
[ Today Arima is the student and Haise the teacher. Strange how the tables and positions have turned. ]
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kitchens double whammy
You are here already?
[ She steps all the way inside, making her way over to him to peek at the recipe book he's looking at. ]
Did you find something we could try?
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Hello, Haise-san, Sonia. [ Since he's Japanese and she isn't: ] What will we be making today?
cheers
Actually, I was thinking we might make curry, if you're both amenable to it.
[It's a bit of work, but between three of them, he's sure that it's well within their means. Besides which, it's a meal that keeps well, and they could make enough to last a few days if they wanted to.
Provided no one got into it in the interim, anyhow]
What do you think?
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kitchens
[New as she is, she's already found a preferred place to be, and it's, predictably, the kitchen. And since Haise is hard at working producing dishes, and Maya's a fatty, it takes her a very short time to trace the location of the food, mid-way through his cooking, and beeline for it]
Woah! So you're the magic guy making all this food! You're not invisible today!
[Congrats on being an invisible food wizard, Haise]
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Aqua could turn invisible, he's pretty sure, but—]
I don't think I've ever managed a disappearing act before.
[Said with a lopsided smile]
Somebody else makes most of what's here, but I enjoy cooking for my associates, so here I am regardless.
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[...Or perhaps she's just a dork]
You know, that's exactly what an invisible food wizard would say! Trying to throw me off your delicious scent... literally!
[She's staring at the food with great enthusiasm, so the spell of deliciousness is working. Either that or she's just really hungry.]
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WILDCARD.
You like reading, right? If you're not completely wiped out after the festivities, come by my place.
I need help organizing my documents for this piece I'm going to write.
He figures - Haise is already aware of a great many things. More than most people. In terms of who he would entrust the footage of Mount Massive to, it would be him. He isn't the type to panic or judge, which unnerves Miles as much as he finds it welcoming. There's a lot of awful things to see, to read, and he can't seem to muster his usual single-minded focus. Every time he tries, the world smolders and curls up, burning away at the seams - leaving him aimless and drifting, until anger rises in him again and he re-hones his intentions on another matter. He needs help. This "raw, plucked nerve" sensation is not helpful, and stupid.
He invites Haise to his quarters, unsure if a standing invitation will allow him in. He opens the door for him, regardless.
His room is - for lack of a better term - trashed. Open files are stacked on his clearly unused bed, his standard-issue desk laden down with crumpled papers, the stray notebook, a scattering of batteries. On the floor, several memory cards have been placed on even more note paper, and more still are left in a pile to the side - undocumented and in need of verification. Miles himself looks disheveled, hair askew and expression slightly more haggard than usual. His work jacket, surprisingly, is slung over the chair by his desk. ]
There's not much written, right now. I have to organize so much shit.
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Some time ago he recalls that Evan had asked how many couldn't sleep late at night like this, but that time was before Miles had arrived, and for whatever reason Haise doesn't expect him to be awake. Or maybe it's the simple fact that he's being asked over at such an odd hour that leaves him staring dubiously at the message that he's received, trying to gauge whether he should count the journalist among too many people who work until they pass out and should consequently be mothered.
It's only acceptable when he does it, obviously.
With the promise of something to read and the opportunity to verify whether Miles is among the walking dead, Haise is quick to confirm that he's on his way. It's also a chance to finally give the man his belated Christmas present: a camera bag and matching strap to help prevent the necessity of dangerous camera-recovery missions. The gift is wrapped in festive paper and tied off with a ribbon, and after Haise enters the room and picks his way cross a minefield of media, the first thing he does is damn near shove the box in the older man's face]
You'll have to take this off my hands first.
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I didn't ask for th--
[ But, the gift is in his hands regardless. Foisted upon him by Haise's impeccable ability to turn off his ears at will. Miles could protest, could refuse, could find some petty, underhanded way to return this and the other joint gift from Haise and Olivia, but he doesn't. It's - a useful gift. Something, he notes - after peeling away the wrapping paper with slow deliberation, that he's needed for a number of years. His camera fits perfectly inside of it, when he slips it into the bag, peering into it in abject silence for a long, slow moment. Like he's trying to comprehend the magical art of receiving gifts. ]
Haise. I didn--
[ It's a nice bag. ]
It's a nice bag.
[ FUCKING WEAK.
Regardless, the camera is back in his hand, and the bag is set - carefully - at the foot of his bed. One of the few spots left uncovered by his work, as he settles heavily among the stacks of files, notes and the precious handful of digital footage that he's been able to confirm the contents of. He brushes aside some of his work, cleaning out a spot on the floor, and gestures to it. It's typical, then, for him to NOT offer a seat, unless it's on his level. ]
There's bad shit in here. Worse than - unhealing wounds, and shit like that. If at any point, you don't want to go on - you can leave.
[ The words are brisk, and perhaps not as sympathetic as some might wish them to be - but they do promise a lack of judgement. ]
I need the files in chronological order, and I need to figure out where my Mount Massive footage went. Which do you want.
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cw: eyyyy gross stuff like torture lets get this out of the way
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kitchens
It's the easiest way to save face and feelings she's run into yet.
It also hasn't come into play. Chihiro blinks back tears in her eyes as she continues to carefully slice this onion. Yes, tears stream from her eyes, but she is Determined. Sleeves rolled up, she slices onward, only pausing to rub her face against her inside arm and continue gamely on. )
We only need this onion?
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Even refrigerating it beforehand doesn't seem to have rendered it as harmless as he might've liked]
Yes, just the one onion should be enough.
[But inevitably, he's just got to ask]
Do you want me to take over? I know it gets hard to see after a while.
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It's okay, I've got this. I can handle it.
( It's not asking: she's stating. An onion is nothing after Perdition's Rest, and in the face of where they're going, it's... again, it's nothing. She grits her teeth and keeps going, careful not to let the knife slip and to keep her fingers free.
She'd love to focus on what comes after, however. It's what she's been learning helps her move through just about everything here. )
What next?
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post cooking with Reika...
Haise?
[ She starts grabbing materials to make a hot chocolate for herself though first. ]
Would you like anything to drink?
[ It's giving her a little extra time, but at least it's also a hint that she doesn't want to leave just yet. ]
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He's replacing a mixing bowl he'd taken from an overhead cupboard when Sonia calls his name, pausing to glance over his shoulder at her]
I've got the coffee maker going already, so I'm all set.
[Sunny smile and all. Sonia's such a considerate princess]
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Of course. [ She expected as much, but it gives her a lead in to say: ]
When you are finished, may we talk a little? There is... something I wish to discuss with you.
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( sdr2 spoilers here - puts a note just in case! )
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kicks down door
But fortunately hitting up a couple suits of armor steer him on the right path again, much to Shizuo's subdued gratitude. (Honestly, he's a bit amazed they even still put up with him as much as they do, after how rude his child self had been to them that one time with the giant bugs...) It's a few minutes after Haise has settled into the room when Shizuo finally arrives himself, mildly out of breath and pausing a bit within the doorway to figure out if...
Oh, there's somebody already in here. --And it's Haise, which is cause for a fair amount of relief.]
Ah, looks like you got here first. Guess I made you wait a bit, sorry about that. [Shizuo moves inside properly, staring around at the paneled walls as he approaches.] ...Huh. Smaller than I thought it'd be in here.
[While Haise carries his own quinque, though, there doesn't seem to be any sign(heh) whatsoever of a stop sign on Shizuo's person.....?]
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[As Shizuo looks around, Haise tries to follow his line of sight. He remembers his own reaction to this room, though at the time he hadn't much of an idea of what it was for or what it could do. At least between them, that sort of information isn't lacking now, which will hopefully prevent any mishaps like the one he'd had when he was new to Oska]
When the simulation's working, this place feels much larger.
[And he's still not quite sure how that works. Maybe the system tricks their senses, or maybe it's something much more esoteric, but he doubts he'd be the one to figure it out. Technical matters weren't his strong suit, so he thinks it good enough that he knows how to customize simulations that don't end with him getting tossed about like a ragdoll.
Though it doesn't take him long to notice that it seems Shizuo doesn't have his would-be weapon]
Did you bring your gear?
[Yes let's be professional and call it gear]
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[Shizuo has no more of an idea than Haise does, at any rate, and in the end he's not terribly eager to find out the intricate details or anything. As he'd said, technology isn't really his strong suit on the best of days (if only due to how fragile most of it tends to be in his vicinity, back home), and as long as it works for them this time around...he's certainly not about to go overtly scrutinizing a good thing.
Haise's question brings him back to focus, though, and Shizuo blinks back over to him.]
Huh? --Oh, that... ["""Gear""".] Yeah, I've got it. Here, I'll take it out.
[He reaches into an inner pocket of his waistcoat as he speaks, pulling out...a pocket-sized metal cylinder.] This is it. Wanna have a look?
[Shizuo tosses it lightly Haise's way; the cylinder is about as heavy as one would expect a pocket-sized chunk of metal to be, really, and upon closer inspection there doesn't seem to be anything else remarkable about it whatsoever. But...]
There's some kind of panel on one side of that thing? You can't see it at all, but if you press on it it'll just sort of...pop out. Weird as hell. [And if Haise opts to press at one side of the cylinder, that's exactly what happens: a sharp snap, and out extends an entire full-sized stop sign pole, nearly instantaneously. Like a toy lightsaber on steroids or something, truly.]
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