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entrancelogs2017-05-03 11:12 pm
sketchedout) wrote in entrancelogs2017-05-03 11:12 pm
(open) feed your artists.
Who: Yusuke Kitagawa and you!
Where: The diner & the gardens
When: The beginning of May
Rating: PG-13-ish
Summary: A starving artist wanders off on his own to explore parts of Wonderland that would grab his interest. Hijinks ensue.
The Story:
A. the diner
[ The idea that there were a number of options for food — none of which actually required any real form of currency, apparently — was almost overwhelming to Yusuke at first. With the key word there being "almost," naturally. He'd made his way down to the dining room to glance over at it briefly — charming, of course, and it certainly meshed well with the aesthetic of the rest of the mansion but in a way, it seemed like it was missing . . . something.
So after a bit of wandering, Yusuke makes his way to the diner (one floor up from his own room, he notes — far more convenient, at least). He steps in quietly, glancing around briefly before making his way over to a booth in the corner. It was, of course, a perfect place for people watching, after all. Settling in, he takes a moment to really examine his surroundings, then tilts his head to one side in consideration before he speaks to no one in particular. ]
It really is quite charming in here.
B. the gardens
[ Sustenance is all well and good but after a bit of dithering about, Yusuke is just about ready to get to work. After all, what sort of artist would he be if he let such lavish and detailed surroundings go unsketched? Surely the inspiration he'd been looking for could be found somewhere within Wonderland's various pockets. So first? Back to where he'd started off, now that he's managed to procure a sketch pad and a decent set of pencils from his closet.
Anyone passing through the gardens may find a young man standing near the fountain with said sketch pad, brows furrowed in deep concentration as he glances from the lilies back down to his pad, hand gliding across the page and etching out neat strokes. Occasionally, he stops and chews at his lip briefly, tucking the pencil behind his ear and the pad under his arm as he lifts his fingers up as if to frame it in his mind.
. . . at least whatever it is he's drawing looks nice. ]
Where: The diner & the gardens
When: The beginning of May
Rating: PG-13-ish
Summary: A starving artist wanders off on his own to explore parts of Wonderland that would grab his interest. Hijinks ensue.
The Story:
A. the diner
[ The idea that there were a number of options for food — none of which actually required any real form of currency, apparently — was almost overwhelming to Yusuke at first. With the key word there being "almost," naturally. He'd made his way down to the dining room to glance over at it briefly — charming, of course, and it certainly meshed well with the aesthetic of the rest of the mansion but in a way, it seemed like it was missing . . . something.
So after a bit of wandering, Yusuke makes his way to the diner (one floor up from his own room, he notes — far more convenient, at least). He steps in quietly, glancing around briefly before making his way over to a booth in the corner. It was, of course, a perfect place for people watching, after all. Settling in, he takes a moment to really examine his surroundings, then tilts his head to one side in consideration before he speaks to no one in particular. ]
It really is quite charming in here.
B. the gardens
[ Sustenance is all well and good but after a bit of dithering about, Yusuke is just about ready to get to work. After all, what sort of artist would he be if he let such lavish and detailed surroundings go unsketched? Surely the inspiration he'd been looking for could be found somewhere within Wonderland's various pockets. So first? Back to where he'd started off, now that he's managed to procure a sketch pad and a decent set of pencils from his closet.
Anyone passing through the gardens may find a young man standing near the fountain with said sketch pad, brows furrowed in deep concentration as he glances from the lilies back down to his pad, hand gliding across the page and etching out neat strokes. Occasionally, he stops and chews at his lip briefly, tucking the pencil behind his ear and the pad under his arm as he lifts his fingers up as if to frame it in his mind.
. . . at least whatever it is he's drawing looks nice. ]
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[ He settles in with a small smile, looking up when Kanji returns. ]
— ah, yes, of course. My name is Yusuke Kitagawa. It's a pleasure to meet you, Kanji — you've been quite helpful today.
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[He'd put a hole through a wall. Certain friends won't let him forget it.]
So you're Japanese, too? Where are you from?
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[ At Kanji's next question, he nods, looking up and over with interest. ]
I am. I'm from Tokyo, actually — around Shibuya.
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[Little does Kanji know, he's about to hear that same answer from a number of other newcomers, as well-- but not quite yet.]
Never been to the big city myself. Place I'm from is way out in the sticks-- Inaba. Probably never even heard of it, right?
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[ His voice trails off as he considers. That sounded familiar — hadn't he seen a few sceneries from there in his studies? ]
Is that a rural town by the Samegawa river?
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[He hadn't expected that. They got plenty of tourists who came for the hot springs, but he hadn't expected someone his age to recognize the name.]
That's us. Home of the Amagi Inn, too.
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[ A pause as he flinches ever so slightly, then shakes his head and continues, correcting himself. ]
— my former master recommended studying the various topography of Japan. Inaba is quite unique in some respects. But then again, we would never see that sort of thing around Shibuya.
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[He's curious about the way Yusuke had stopped and corrected himself, but he doesn't press the issue-- for now.]
'Course, hard to say if the Inaba I know and the Inaba in your world are the same place. Lot of people here... come from worlds that are really similar, but then it turns out they ain't the same at all. Different versions of the same place.
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[ But if it was for painting . . . well, perhaps he could fit it in somehow. ]
Yes, I've heard about that. It's a rather strange phenomenon.
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[Even without Yusuke's spending habits, Kanji isn't exactly rolling in it, either.]
It happens a lot. Between that an' all the time differences, it makes you wonder if you mighta just missed meeting someone back home. I did meet someone here who's definitely from the same world as me, though-- just a few years earlier. Don't think that happens too often, but it's nice to know that it can.
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[ Like magic and alternate history and personas and who knows what else. ]
Well. There's quite a number of people here, suffice it to say.
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[There are handfuls here and there who come from the same place or knew each other outside of Wonderland, but not as many as you might think.]
Who knows? Probably even more worlds than that. We'll never really know how many different places Wonderland can pull people from and doesn't, or why it chooses the people it does.
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[He speaks from experience, naturally.]
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[ He gives a small nod at that. ]
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[He's glad to hear it's not. He's tired of being 'Moronji.']
I'll go check on that food for you-- Kitagawa, right?
[Just to be sure he's putting the right name to the right face.]
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[ He'd had times where he'd gone for awhile without food but now that he was seated in a diner and could actually smell it— well. While his calm demeanor gave off a certain vibe, the growling of his stomach stood in stark contrast to that. ]