sitihir | GLITCH #1 ( intro )

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GLITCH #1 ( intro )

[ Wherever you were before, you're not there anymore. This incredibly creative and original premise is the start of your interdimensional journey, and you're starting here, in Sitihir—inside of a large Starbucks, to be precise.

Everyone inside the Starbucks today has been gifted with a nametag that reads as follows:

HELLO! My name is _______

But whatever is in that blank is most certainly not your name! Perhaps it's an obscure nickname, or something rude, or something flattering! Either way, you're not leaving this Starbucks until you've given your actual name to at least four other visitors, so have fun.

Once you've completed your task, a barista will hand you a welcoming letter:

Welcome to Sitihir! We apologize for the sudden glitch in the system but please take this opportunity to explore the vast world (worlds!) we have to offer you. Should you find it to your liking, you are welcome to stay for as long as you want. If you are itching to return to your home, there is a map on the back of this sheet that will guide you there. Thank you for visiting Sitihir, and may all of your travels be blessed! ~The Programmers

And so there is indeed a map to your character's home world's door on the back, free for them to return to at any time. ]

( OOC: OOC intro stuff is over here, and with this the game is officially open to all posting! contact any player for the password to

glitchier if you want to use it to make glitch posts! have fun! )

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[ this is extremely concerning. he hasn't even looked down at his nametag yet (which, by the way, reads HELLO! My name is MOMMY ISSUES). he's too busy quietly fidgeting in the corner of this coffee shop wondering why he's here and if he should feel blessed that he currently remembers everything that happened only a few moments ago, with... maya... and everyone else, and the world ending. oh, right. that was a thing. a really bad thing. ]

[REACHES OUT FROM UNDER A TABLE AND GRABS HIS LEG.]

[ qurl you are fucking with someone who is emotionally disturbed and incredibly distressed right now, ain't no one got time for that

with the crowding in the coffee shop, and the limited space to begin with, all he can do is aim the toe of his shoe at her teeth—somewhat unintentionally, it's more like it happened and he's just kicking by reflex... ]

[it's perfectly okay tbh she's disgusting and doesn't have feelings but thankfully she lets go of him and retreats under the table like a freak before hissing at him.]

You're not my big brother!

[ he takes a couple of steps back because he is sufficiently frightened now. why him? why this? ]

N-No, I'm not... Please leave me alone.

[well, this isn't her big brother, which is so irritating she could claw at her stitches but she doesn't leave immediately. instead, she watches him from under the table for a few moments, sunken red eyes trained on jun like lisa watching a washington while grinding on a pole, before slinking back into the shadows and leaving a huge puddle of like period blood in her wake.]

[ today is officially the worst day Ever ]

[--There! That guy, the one in the school uniform! Thank God, someone normal!

... Or so Yosuke thought, until he jogged close enough to see Jun's nametag. He stopped short just in front of Jun's table, deeply regretting each step that brought him here. Who the hell advertised that kind of thing? And why the heck didn't he notice it until after he made a big show of running over?! Now he had to say something!]

--Uh.

[ yosuke, your nametag says "diesel dyke". who's worse off here, really?

jun is embarrassed about his (though he also acknowledges that it's true as fuck) but is ultimately more concerned with, uh, his life, at the moment. ]

... What is it?

[ you came over here to talk to him, right? what do u want ]

Uh...

[Crap. Think fast, Hanamura!]

That's a pretty cool, uh. Flower. [That's... not terrible! Could be worse!] I just wanted to come over and, uh... tell you. That. That's all!

[ well, on any other day, he'd be glad to talk about flowers with yosuke, but today is not the best day for it. he blinks and nods slowly. ]

Oh, um... thank you. [ does that nametag say "diesel dyke"? ] It's a yellow iris.

Right, cool, y'know I think my mom likes those! [No she didn't and no it wasn't. This was probably the least cool conversation he'd ever taken part in, and he once sat through an afternoon of Kanji teaching Souji to cross stitch.

--And had he really just brought up his mom to the guy with the mommy feefees badge on his chest? It's like his mouth wanted to dig him a hole.]

N-not that, y'know! I mean... she doesn't like a lot of stuff too! Nobody's parents are perfect, heh... !

[ calm down, yosuke, jun isn't Triggered by the mere mention of moms. he's starting to think this guy has some serious problems from how jittery he is over a simple conversation. but maybe he's just shaken by everything... like jun is. ]

Are you okay? Maybe you should... sit down for a minute. I think we're all a little confused right now.

[For all Yosuke had been making things worse for himself (and over what? Because he felt embarrassed that he walked up on the guy too quick? Sure, he hadn't noticed his own nametag yet, but this person wasn't the only one wearing one. Deep breath, Hanamura!), Jun's words did manage to penetrate his fog of haphazard damage control.]

Sit down... right. Sorry. [He tentatively did so, feeling a little more relaxed already. If the guy was going to chew him out for rudeness, he would've already done it.] You just looked kinda normal from across the room, so I thought maybe we could help each other out.

[ so he doesn't look "normal" up close??? what the hell does that mean??? ]

Um, I guess so... [ the truth is he's not very normal at all, but he can't really describe that to this guy. ] Are you here alone?

[That struck Yosuke as a weird question. There were lots of other people here; even if Yosuke didn't catagorize himself as 'with them', he didn't feel very alone. If he really thought about it, that sort of empty crush of strangers reminded him of the city.]

I mean, yeah, I think so, technically. I haven't really looked around that much... there are a lot of people here. How about you?

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[Well, of course it doesn't take her long to spot him.]

Ah--

[ well, this is frightening... only because she was hella dead like 5 minutes ago. at first he's not sure that what he's seeing is real—what if it's some trick, some rumor appealing to his broken heart? ]

Maya...?

[ is it—

there's no mistaking that face. he knows jun under the mask, and to see him so clearly wounded by something is distressing to king leo, who looks up to the joker as a figure of ultimate power, and something that causes an ache deep in the heart of tatsuya sudou, who cares way too passionately for someone he sees himself unworthy to even touch.

he's not a particularly logical person, nor is he delicate with the emotions of others, but the joker's patience is short and he knows better than to rattle the cage by rushing forward. he's not even worried about the tag of SIMBA on his chest, however, when he approaches with his posture submissive. ]

Master.

[ what was already the worst day ever is now officially the WORST DAY EVER. jun has really pissed off the powers that be, hasn't he?

jun had always held a deep pity for sudou, and they shared a reverence for his father, among other things. he still does pity him, but more than that he regrets freeing him from where he regrettably belonged—an asylum. he'd hurt and even killed a lot of people on jun's behalf. he'd also threatened maya, and that was unforgivable.

and now... well, jun hadn't exactly made a public renouncement of his title. that probably wouldn't have gone well. so what now? ]

K-King... Leo...

[ how is this happening ]

[ from where he's coming, it hasn't been long since he's last seen jun anyway—of course, circumstances were a little different, and he more clearly embraced the role of the exalted one he was always meant to be, but there is a place to worry about theatricality and the relative privacy of a mundane area is not that place.

he licks his lips, breath stuttering in response to jun calling his title. his superior sounds neither proud nor relieved, and his body language doesn't give sudou much more. ]

If you're here as well, there must be a reason! For what purpose have I been summoned, Exalted One?

[ he doesn't want to think that jun was thrown off course by any higher power, but... this all seems less-than-planned. ]

I—I didn't—

[ "didn't summon you, i don't even know why i'm here much less why you're here", are among the things he could say, but somehow that doesn't seem like the most intelligent course of action in the presence of a known psychopath in a room full of (probably) innocent people. don't want to... stir any pots, so to speak. but he doesn't want to deal with this, either. he had resolved and accepted his fate, so why is it coming back to bite him now? not that he doesn't deserve to face up to what he's done, including such crimes as making some poor bastard believe in his (not entirely false) divinity, but he was kind of looking forward to starting over, too. ]

I mean... I think you're mistaken. The person you're looking for is gone. I'm just Jun.

[ this sets him back a few steps, but it doesn't discourage him. something is clearly wrong, but—for as much as he admired kashihara, even he had his off days. of course, that was a long time ago, and sudou was a more reasonable person then than he is today, but... he'll reach, if it means not shattering the illusion. ]

I...

[ okay, but the illusion is already kind of shattering anyway, but he knows this just has to be some kind of mistake and not a permanent fixture in the exalted one's psyche. ]

Impossible. It's impossible...

It's possible. It's the truth.

[ he says it firmly but with a touch of that same kindness he's always carried—he doesn't want to aggravate sudou more than necessary, and thinks that maybe he'll still listen to him in some way if he... plays his cards right. honestly, he hadn't thought much about what would come after their deal with philemon... because he hadn't expected there to be an "after". not one like this. ]

I don't know why either of us are here, or where we are. It doesn't look like Sumaru, does it?

[ deliberately does not call it xibalba!! ]

[ he doesn't want to argue. even if the hierarchy has fallen apart and there is no immediate necessity to adhere to it, his superior is standing here in front of him and trying to make a point. and besides, he's right—it doesn't look like xibalba. the people here have not ascended.

if master joker doesn't have a plan, then one must be constructed. that's the logical progression, but... ]

You're right, but even so—to consider this a setback instead of an opportunity would be foolish.

[ if he doesn't have guidance, he'll quickly fall apart again. he needs something from somebody, and jun is the only person since akinari kashihara who has been willing to grant him even the smallest chance. maybe he was made to always be controlled, but he would rather have a reason to use the voices than to simply buckle under their influence. ]

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