jigokucho | (post-mingle) text; un: UEHARA

Good morning, everyone. I hope you're well.

[read: he hopes that you're not too hungover and that none of you died out there last night.]

Despite the different clans to which we've been assigned, we all find ourselves in strange territory in Jigoku-cho. It may look close to what several of us recognize as Japan, but as you might've already discovered, familiarity does not guarantee similarity. The other day, I met a man who could have easily been from my world, perhaps even my continent or country-- only to discover he hailed from a completely different planet.

So, I'd like to begin gathering information. [He's no Sutoku, but this is important to all of them, and-- as he's been taught-- there are no shortcuts when it comes to investigation.] The more that we know about our fellow lost souls, the more we will have to work from as we learn more about this place and why we're here. We can start with something simple. If you would like, please share where, and when, you are from.

I'll start. I am from Tokyo's 25th Ward, in Japan, on Earth, in the year 2005.

(ooc: feel free to threadjack around! ✌️)

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[Perhaps it was all that "young Uehara" talk, or simply his typing style, but Kamui hadn't really been expecting to meet someone so close to his own age. Though it wouldn't have mattered much either way, it's sort of surreal, casually meeting up with two strangers in a day-- and not to chase any sort of lead, either. Ironic, to feel a little more normal than usual in Hell of all places.]

The... oh, yes, the messages. There is an option to use your voice on the phone, as well: I can teach you later.

[But they've got another mission to attend to.] Let's.

[With that, Kamui leads Kyojuro inside. It's the middle of the day and slightly less populated than usual, which is just as well for Kamui: he's never been comfortable in a crowd. As they move further into the arcade, they even pass a kappa attendant napping at a small reception desk, snoozing through the lights and white noise of songs emanating from the arcade cabinets.

It only takes about a minute to find the long rows of crane games, all stuffed to the brim with an assortment of plushies, snacks, and figures. Kamui surveys their options for a second, then points to one holding some especially soft-looking plush birds in hats.]

This might be a good start. Do you have a basic idea of how the crane machine works?

( it's easy for him to focus on one thing at a time, but more pointedly, he tucks that bit of information away to be focused on later--using his voice with the device? these are remarkable developments! at first, the barrage of technology in this place had felt almost overwhelming, but slowly, he's learning to work his way through it encounter by encounter. having friendly faces, who also don't mind giving him a tip or two? he feels particularly grateful.

he lets his new companion lead him inside--this arcade in particular is one that he hasn't visited yet, but he feels somewhat pleased with his previous experiences; for example, he knows now that he can't grip the glass itself and shake the crane games into submission, just as he knows that some machines are far more clever than others. still, like the other arcade, this one is full of so many glorious noises and bleeping, musical machines; there are less people here, and this time, he's not hiding from a gang trying to murder him, so: more opportunity to explore!

cheerfully, he follows after kamui, letting him pick the machine. when they finally stop, it's so that kyojuro can wind himself over kamui's shoulder to peer into the glass. for a moment, he waits, as though expecting the colorful birds to move; they do not.

he gives a hearty, bright laugh--right...near kamui's ear, whoops. )

Yes, of course! You move the grip with your hands, and the clawed hand moves accordingly inside the box! There, you must line it up carefully to claim your prize...!

( he settles back on his heels, plants his hands on his hips, and grins. )

However! I would like to see young Uehara's handiwork, first.

(post-mingle) text; un: UEHARA

wait lemme get a cold brew too

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