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Feb. 17th, 2018 01:28 pm"Are you a welder, by any chance?" the doctor asks, gently holding his eyelid open and peering into his dilated pupil with a pen light. Majima grunts in pain and fights to blink his eye shut.
He opens his mouth to respond in the negative and then stops. This is probably about how his eye got messed up and he's not about to go down that particularly strange road. Welder makes sense, anyway, with the shipyards nearby. He changes tack. "Yeah."
"Were you working without a mask?"
"Oh, yeah. Yeah. Real stupid, huh?" he says with a grim laugh.
The doctor frowns deeply. "Hopefully this is a lesson to you about eye protection. You have a very acute case of photokeratitis. One of the worst I've seen, honestly."
Majima tenses at the doctor's assessment. That sounds bad. "Photokera-what?"
"It's more or less like a sunburn on your cornea. Comes from exposure to intense light. Lucky for you, it just needs a chance to heal. You should see your vision start to return in the next day or two, so long as you keep out of bright light. Keep wearing those sunglasses."
He releases a held breath. That's the answer he was looking for.
The optometrist sends him on his way with a bottle of eyedrops. Majima makes slow progress through Sotenbori with what he hopes is a fairly solid disguise: hair down, sunglasses, a few days' worth of scruffy beard, and a set of ratty old clothes. The white cane should go a long way, too: judging from his experience of any differently-abled people, after a cursory glance, most eyes should remain politely averted. Overall, he's a far cry from anyone who might be considered the lord of the neighborhood's night life.
He makes his way to a restroom in one of the public parks, and once he's safely out of view in a stall, he PINpoints back home.
( Back to boredom. )
He opens his mouth to respond in the negative and then stops. This is probably about how his eye got messed up and he's not about to go down that particularly strange road. Welder makes sense, anyway, with the shipyards nearby. He changes tack. "Yeah."
"Were you working without a mask?"
"Oh, yeah. Yeah. Real stupid, huh?" he says with a grim laugh.
The doctor frowns deeply. "Hopefully this is a lesson to you about eye protection. You have a very acute case of photokeratitis. One of the worst I've seen, honestly."
Majima tenses at the doctor's assessment. That sounds bad. "Photokera-what?"
"It's more or less like a sunburn on your cornea. Comes from exposure to intense light. Lucky for you, it just needs a chance to heal. You should see your vision start to return in the next day or two, so long as you keep out of bright light. Keep wearing those sunglasses."
He releases a held breath. That's the answer he was looking for.
The optometrist sends him on his way with a bottle of eyedrops. Majima makes slow progress through Sotenbori with what he hopes is a fairly solid disguise: hair down, sunglasses, a few days' worth of scruffy beard, and a set of ratty old clothes. The white cane should go a long way, too: judging from his experience of any differently-abled people, after a cursory glance, most eyes should remain politely averted. Overall, he's a far cry from anyone who might be considered the lord of the neighborhood's night life.
He makes his way to a restroom in one of the public parks, and once he's safely out of view in a stall, he PINpoints back home.
( Back to boredom. )
Majima's only initial assurance that he's in his own apartment is the familiar cocktail of smells: stale cigarette smoke mixed with neighboring restaurant smells, the mustiness emanating from the old tatami mats. This is joined by the muffled sounds of Sotenbori -- the boats along the river, the cars and crowds.
As much as he hates his nominal "home," at least it's warmer, thank god. His tuxedo is still damp and cold with melted ice, and he pulls off his jacket, both dress and under shirts. These get tossed into a pile with more force than is entirely warranted. Damp shoes and socks are pulled off with equal fury.
How bad is it, exactly? How much light can he still see? He feels along the wall for the lightswitch to turn on the one bare bulb hanging from the ceiling, then swats a hand around the air until he catches it, brings it close to his eye. He recoils as it reignites the pain caused by the burning flash that took his vision. "Fuck."
This is bad. He slumps onto the floor and cups his face in his hands. This is bullshit. His hand reaches for the PINpoint in his pocket and runs his fingers along the edges until they brush over a button.
"Hi! Can I help you with something, MA-JI-MA GO-RO?" a bright female voice intones calmly, switching to stilted syllables when she arrives at his name.
He jumps at the unfamiliar voice. "Oh, shit, forgot you can talk, huh?"
"That's right! I'm Pippa! Your personal PINpoint assistant! You can talk to me in complete sentences."
Well that's a stroke of luck. "Can you send a message for me uh, . . . Pippa?" he asks cautiously.
"Yes. Who would you like to send a message to?"
"Harley."
"I'm sorry. I couldn't find a contact by that name."
"Harley? Ya sure?" Majima frowns. Oh, right. He changed her name in the device. "Send a message to Cupcake."
"Alright! What would you like to say to Cupcake?"
Majima opens and closes his mouth a few times. How to put this? "Oi, Harley-chan. Came down with a bug and can't make it to work tonight. Can ya make sure nothin' catches on fire?"
The device dings in confirmation, then pauses for a moment. "Okay. I sent the message to Cupcake."
"Thanks, Pippa," he says with a long exhale.
Majima lies back onto the floor and lets the panic wash over him. If this is permanent, he prays Sagawa himself will show up and put a bullet between his useless-ass eyes. At least I'll never see it comin'.
As much as he hates his nominal "home," at least it's warmer, thank god. His tuxedo is still damp and cold with melted ice, and he pulls off his jacket, both dress and under shirts. These get tossed into a pile with more force than is entirely warranted. Damp shoes and socks are pulled off with equal fury.
How bad is it, exactly? How much light can he still see? He feels along the wall for the lightswitch to turn on the one bare bulb hanging from the ceiling, then swats a hand around the air until he catches it, brings it close to his eye. He recoils as it reignites the pain caused by the burning flash that took his vision. "Fuck."
This is bad. He slumps onto the floor and cups his face in his hands. This is bullshit. His hand reaches for the PINpoint in his pocket and runs his fingers along the edges until they brush over a button.
"Hi! Can I help you with something, MA-JI-MA GO-RO?" a bright female voice intones calmly, switching to stilted syllables when she arrives at his name.
He jumps at the unfamiliar voice. "Oh, shit, forgot you can talk, huh?"
"That's right! I'm Pippa! Your personal PINpoint assistant! You can talk to me in complete sentences."
Well that's a stroke of luck. "Can you send a message for me uh, . . . Pippa?" he asks cautiously.
"Yes. Who would you like to send a message to?"
"Harley."
"I'm sorry. I couldn't find a contact by that name."
"Harley? Ya sure?" Majima frowns. Oh, right. He changed her name in the device. "Send a message to Cupcake."
"Alright! What would you like to say to Cupcake?"
Majima opens and closes his mouth a few times. How to put this? "Oi, Harley-chan. Came down with a bug and can't make it to work tonight. Can ya make sure nothin' catches on fire?"
The device dings in confirmation, then pauses for a moment. "Okay. I sent the message to Cupcake."
"Thanks, Pippa," he says with a long exhale.
Majima lies back onto the floor and lets the panic wash over him. If this is permanent, he prays Sagawa himself will show up and put a bullet between his useless-ass eyes. At least I'll never see it comin'.
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Feb. 3rd, 2018 04:03 pm"Majima-san! Thank god you're back." Youda looks up from polishing glasses at the bar when his business partner waltzes in the door.
"Yeah? Been a tough crowd the past couple'a days, Youda-chan?"
"That's one way to put it. A guest came through the night before last, uh ..." Youda leans in close, even with the club empty as it is, he reduces his voice to a low whisper, "I think he was yakuza."
Majima gives a barking laugh, hiding his own sudden discomfort. "That so?"
Youda frowns at having his concern dismissed, pressing the issue with further details: "Yeah. He had one of those lapel pins. Said he was looking to meet you, Majima-san."
"Wasn't an older guy, was he? Gray hair?"
"No. Maybe middle-aged? Wore an ugly magenta suit. Didn't give a name. Strange guy. Ai worked with him. She said he really creeped her out." Youda picks up another glass and twists a towel around it distractedly.
Majima drums his fingers on the bar for a moment, then abruptly slaps his palm against the wood before walking to the other end of the club. "I'll keep an eye out for 'im. Don't worry yourself about it, Youda-chan."
He pulls off his jacket and drapes it over the back of a booth. "Oi, by the way, Harley-chan's droppin' by in a bit. Gettin' her special silk stuff installed today."
"Yeah? Been a tough crowd the past couple'a days, Youda-chan?"
"That's one way to put it. A guest came through the night before last, uh ..." Youda leans in close, even with the club empty as it is, he reduces his voice to a low whisper, "I think he was yakuza."
Majima gives a barking laugh, hiding his own sudden discomfort. "That so?"
Youda frowns at having his concern dismissed, pressing the issue with further details: "Yeah. He had one of those lapel pins. Said he was looking to meet you, Majima-san."
"Wasn't an older guy, was he? Gray hair?"
"No. Maybe middle-aged? Wore an ugly magenta suit. Didn't give a name. Strange guy. Ai worked with him. She said he really creeped her out." Youda picks up another glass and twists a towel around it distractedly.
Majima drums his fingers on the bar for a moment, then abruptly slaps his palm against the wood before walking to the other end of the club. "I'll keep an eye out for 'im. Don't worry yourself about it, Youda-chan."
He pulls off his jacket and drapes it over the back of a booth. "Oi, by the way, Harley-chan's droppin' by in a bit. Gettin' her special silk stuff installed today."
New Hire Orientation
Jan. 6th, 2018 07:42 pmMajima sits at Club Sunshine's modest bar, tuxedo jacket tossed over the back of his seat, cigarette smoking languidly in an ash tray. The disco ball is already spinning away, lights flickering off the empty booths.
Majima's PINpoint is flat on the bar in front of him, the screen lighting his face from below. He periodically stabs at it with an index finger, trying to dig through the perplexingly modern UI, all while glancing furtively at the doors. He can't have his staff seeing this PINpoint tech and asking difficult questions. The new hire is going to shake things up enough without introducing the concept of ... basically string theory.
Eventually he lands on the text function and types out a message:
yo harley chan whats up :)
you want to stop by the club??
hold on you need coordinates. let me figure out how to send it
There's a long pause between messages before an embedded PINpoint link pops up in the chat for "Club Sunshine, Sotenbori, Japan."
i think that should work? haha i don't know i have only used pagers before this
if youre free now is a good time. nobody in the place
Majima's PINpoint is flat on the bar in front of him, the screen lighting his face from below. He periodically stabs at it with an index finger, trying to dig through the perplexingly modern UI, all while glancing furtively at the doors. He can't have his staff seeing this PINpoint tech and asking difficult questions. The new hire is going to shake things up enough without introducing the concept of ... basically string theory.
Eventually he lands on the text function and types out a message:
yo harley chan whats up :)
you want to stop by the club??
hold on you need coordinates. let me figure out how to send it
There's a long pause between messages before an embedded PINpoint link pops up in the chat for "Club Sunshine, Sotenbori, Japan."
i think that should work? haha i don't know i have only used pagers before this
if youre free now is a good time. nobody in the place
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Jan. 6th, 2018 06:43 pm"Didn't I tell you not to hit him in the face? Use your heads next time. He still has the Grand to manage. He can't be walking around there with a black eye and split lip." Sagawa shoots his men a disapproving look before grasping his apprehended subordinate by the chin. He tilts his head side-to-side to survey the damage. "Sorry, buddy. I warned them to keep it below the neck, but you know how it goes with these types. All muscle, no brains."
Sagawa takes a step back and pulls a handkerchief out of his suit pocket to wipe Majima's blood from his hands. "How'd you do it?"
( ... Do what? )
Sagawa takes a step back and pulls a handkerchief out of his suit pocket to wipe Majima's blood from his hands. "How'd you do it?"
( ... Do what? )
OOC: Permissions!
Dec. 26th, 2017 09:11 pm[OOC]
Backtagging: Yes! Don't feel bad about slow-tagging!
Threadhopping: Feel free, unless something is explicitly locked.
Fourthwalling: Totally fine!
Offensive subjects: Being that his source material tangles with some touchy subject matter, I'm okay with the mention of offensive stuff to a certain extent, but the character won't be party to things like sex trafficking, sexual assault, etc. Canon-typical physical violence/blood/gore is fine.
Backtagging: Yes! Don't feel bad about slow-tagging!
Threadhopping: Feel free, unless something is explicitly locked.
Fourthwalling: Totally fine!
Offensive subjects: Being that his source material tangles with some touchy subject matter, I'm okay with the mention of offensive stuff to a certain extent, but the character won't be party to things like sex trafficking, sexual assault, etc. Canon-typical physical violence/blood/gore is fine.
[IC]
Hugging this character: Go for it!
Kissing this character: Same. See what happens.
Flirting with this character: Fine and/or encouraged. Ladies, gentleman, whoever. He's a charismatic dude who's down for some flirtation.
Sex/relationship/shipping with this character: Majima might be a tough nut to crack for actual relationships, but I'm open to exploring this with appropriate discussion and motivation. Conflicted or otherwise tempestuous relationships are welcome. Not into actual ERP, but happy to imply that physical stuff is happening off-screen.
Fighting with this character: Absolutely. Keep in mind that while Majima has no actual superpowers, he's also extremely scrappy. His hand-to-hand combat abilities are nothing to sneeze at, but he's likely weak to magic and other "woo-woo" stuff. Happy to hash out the outcomes of fights over messages!
Injuring this character: Yes, with discussion beforehand especially in regards to anything significant.
Killing this character: No.
Using telepathy/mind reading abilities on this character: Yes. Feel free to contact me over messages to hash out what a character might glean from Majima.
Feel free to contact me with any other questions or ideas!
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