🔪 i'm a fish inside a birdcage; open with some closed prompts

[forfeited]

🔪 WHO: Akechi and anyone who chooses to tolerate him (I'm sorry).
🔪 WHAT: December Shenanigans
🔪 WHEN: Nebulously December, possibly into January, time is fake.
🔪 WHERE: Wherever, whenever, we're meant to... No, actually.
🔪 WARNINGS: Strong language, emotional constipation, Childe, Twister. Any NSFW will be tagged within the thread but it may happen. Also Kaeya and Akechi are making out, so that's a thing.



🔪 b-b-b-bingo!

[Frequently, Akechi can be found just about anywhere within Crescentview perched neatly on something chair-shaped. He has one leg folded over the other like a prick, one arm folded against his ribs and the elbow of the other resting on his wrist, allowing him to set his chin in his hand. It's a pretentious way to sit, but it's stable, and comfortable despite how it looks. He's poring over his Bingo card for the umpteenth time, and should anyone come within a five-foot radius of him, he snaps his head up.] For our mutual benefit, would you mind cross-referencing cards?

[He's made figurative copies of his card-- on the backs of old casework from his briefcase, he's hand-written out a few lists of squares, content to always ignore the smut squares when interacting with anyone. His penmanship is neat and concise, and there are occasional footnotes alongside them.]

🔪 mountainside farming

[He has no idea how to be a farmer. He has no idea how to be self-sufficient without the internet and a paycheck garnered from murder, he's realizing, but he does have a vague know-how of a variety of things included in farming. Planting seeds, for instance, he has some degree of understanding of. His farm is set away from others, blissfully allowing him solitude, but by no means unreachable or even remotely difficult to find. He's found some old shitty tools and an old shitty sun hat, and his slacks are rolled up to his knees. He's given up on his shirt entirely, given it's white, and his shoes and socks are somewhere out of eyesight, leaving him barefoot and shirtless attempting to tear up the earth for planting things with a rusted old backhoe. There is only so much his shitty little twink arms can handle, someone want to teach him proper technique?]

pt. 2; paddle boats. [Childe]

[At some point he's given up on tearing up his land, and is standing at the bank of a small lake near his farm. More specifically, he's staring at a paddle boat just chilling, rope-tied to a questionable dock. It's pretty gnarly, covered in grime and algae, but if there's one thing Goro is relatively decent at in household tasks, it's cleaning.]

[Tartaglia will find him scooping water in and out of the thing, the legs of his slacks still rolled up to his knees-- not that it really matters anymore, given he's basically swimming fully clothed. His hair is tied back with some kind of twine into a dinky-ass little ponytail, and he pauses with some manner of bucket half-poured into the second bucket seat of the boat to look up at the ginger.] Does your staring serve a purpose, or should I pretend you're less conspicuous? I don't believe we've met.

pt. 3; twister. [Lucia]

[He's yet to figure out how to solve the issue of proper lighting, so he's moved his bizarre find while dusting out to the front yard of his plot of land. Said bizarre find, as it happens, is a classic old game known as Twister, in a banged-up old square cardboard box. It's simple enough, the spin-board in tact and the mat suffering only a few questionable stains, and Goro is seated cross-legged beside the mat reading the instructions for what has to be the fourth time. It's a very straightforward game, but he keeps waiting for something to leap out at him from between the lines to make it more complicated.]

[Movement in his peripheral vision catches his attention and he angles his head toward it, but his eyes remain on the paper until he finishes the sentence he was in the middle of reading. His eyes then meet Lucia's, and after a beat of silence, she can likely see the gears in his little rat brain turning. A slow grin pulls his mouth crooked.] Care to test something with me?

🔪 wildcard

[Akechi spends most of his time at his farm to avoid others, trying to figure out how to make this whole farming thing work without being sociable or accepting, much less asking for, help. His plotting post can be found here, but I'm open for literally anything. I can make additional prompts or you can toss me whatever you like! Please harass my shitlord. :>b]

Comments

[forfeited]

[Not in the least, but Akechi is obnoxiously prone to taking things not meant to be taken seriously far too seriously. He looks over Gaku's stance, smiling faintly and using the end of his watergun to bump Gaku's upward.] Try to keep your arms straight forward, but not fully extended when you aren't firing. I can't believe someone would have expected you to play a spy without at least teaching you the basics.

[associative]

My usual role is stealing someone's girlfriend, spy or not.

[ He's just there to look hot, honestly.

But he takes this instruction seriously, keeping his arms straight, but not especially tense. ]

I'd like something more action-focused in the future, so if they don't need to train me on it, I might actually get a role.

[forfeited]

[He barks a startled little laugh before he can stop himself, because-- well. He can certainly see why that was at play. Shaking his head, he raises his own watergun and glances at Gaku to suggest he do the same.] Some target practice, then? If you're familiar with what is required to hit a target, it makes pretending to do so a more believable motion.

[associative]

[ Wow, Goro!! Thanks for that laugh! Gaku bites back a sigh. ]

Yeah, sure.

[ He'll aim right at Goro's shoulder. ]

Do I just keep this same position?

[forfeited]

[He's a prick, okay, he makes no attempt to hide this.]

[He allows the aim set on his shoulder, standing a little straighter and very still for the purpose. He nods, lowering his own gun.] The recoil on an actual weapon will shunt it back into your grip as you fire, which isn't something a watergun can replicate, but keep that in mind if you're cast in a role that uses something a bit more deadly.

[He would probably stand still for target practice with a real gun, too, actually.]

[associative]

They'll give me something that'll have recoil?

[ He presses the trigger, shooting some water at Goro. ]

I thought it'd just be a prop or something...

[forfeited]

I suppose it depends on the nature of the role, and whoever has assigned it. Some agencies will want you to be aware of the actual behavior you're imitating, though I imagine it would be more likely they'd send you to a firing range.

[He doesn't flinch when the water hits him, a bit lower on his arm than his shoulder. He smiles.] The next thing to consider is trajectory-- any projectile will have velocity to consider, based on the weight of what you're firing and the speed it's being propelled, so... [He reaches out, waving his hand in an upward motion twice.] Raise the gun about two inches and try again.

[associative]

Then this will help me if I do get sent to one.

[ He raises it about two inches and shoots again. ]

So... I have to think of recoil, the position my arms are in, and the velocity.

[ Ugh. That's a lot to think about. ]

[forfeited]

[The water hits much closer to Akechi's shoulder, this time, seeping uncomfortably into his armpit, but he's grinning anyway.]

It's a lot to think about, but if it gets you a role you want, it's worth it, no?

[associative]

[ He lowers the water gun, momentarily satisfied with that aim. ]

Yeah. I want to diversify my options, now that my group has to work back up from the bottom.

[forfeited]

Back up? [Suggesting they had reached more of a "top", and fallen? Educate him on idol drama, Gaku.]

[associative]

[ Don't worry, he'll give you all the deets, Goro. ]

Yeah. There were some made up scandals about our group and company, so we terminated our contracts and went indie.

[forfeited]

[He idly wonders if he ought to be taking notes.]

Ah, scandals. The enemy of someone in the public eye. Were any of them true?

[associative]

No. That's the worst part.

[ He sighs. ]

One of my members is too nice for his own good, so he got taken advantage of and people thought he was dating another singer and convinced her to move to our company.

[forfeited]

[A funny sort of expression pulls his features, somewhere between a grimace and an understanding smile. It sort of makes him look like he has to sneeze, really.] I can't say I've been in those exact circumstances, but I do understand the misery of being misjudged by the public and having it bite you in the ass.

[He wobbles his watergun.] But perhaps your newfound gun knowledge will turn over a new leaf for TRIGGER's Yaotome Gaku-san. [He makes a point of saying his name like he's announcing for him.]

[associative]

[ Bless you, Goro.

Honestly, the way he says his name is really cute, and Gaku can't help but laugh as he nods. He really does think it'll help him out with new roles. ]

Hey, maybe I'll ask you to announce at our next concert!

[forfeited]

[He needs a lot more than blessing, really.]

[It’s probably at least someone reminiscent of Momo, if he ever MC’d an event where he introduced TRIGGER. Akechi, for his part, laughs a quiet little chuckle, oddly sincere, and tosses his head to (ineffectually) get his hair out of his face. It falls right back into it, so it’s a literal pointless gesture, but such is so much of what he does.]

Just don’t tell anyone who I am, I’ll be your faceless MC.

[associative]

[ It sure is reminiscent of Momo! But Gaku tries not to think about that too hard—it'd be weird to equate these two extremely different people. ]

Sounds like a good idea, if you ask me. Maybe I'll have my manager reach out to you.

[ He laughs, but it's hard to tell for sure whether or not he's serious about following through on that. ]

Thanks for showing me how to use these things, though. [ A pause. ] Well, the real versions of them, at least.

[ Gaku shoots at Goro haphazardly, the water not spraying far enough to actually hit him. ]

I'll see you around?

[forfeited]

[Akechi is pretty all right either way-- with the fact that he's never heard of TRIGGER in mind, he's still pretty sure their worlds are different despite being overtly the same with key differences. The thought, perhaps, is nice, but he doesn't expect to be hearing from any idol managers, and that has a startling lack of anything to do with the fact that he figures he's probably dead at home, anyway.]

[The missed shot earns him a sharp bark of laughter from Goro, and he grins lopsidedly at him, waving his hand in a short arc of his wrist.] Anytime.

[The strange part, he realizes, is he means it.]