text | un: suohtamaki

[vanity]

good afternoon to everyone! ┌(＾＾)┘ i have a few simple question points i'd like to discuss today. this current home base is much more familiar territory to me compared to my previous kidnaping destination, but! I REFUSE TO FALL INTO THE DEPTHS OF COMPLACENCY!

i notice there are quite a few fellow japanese here, some who are much more culturally acquainted to their roots than i. so i'd like to continue my studies and ask about the following:

- japanese vending machines. i've heard the most audacious things can be found within their cheap plexiglass walls! (;;;*_*)

- japanese baths!! i would LOVE to hear more about this. does the communal experience serve the purpose of bonding with one another? would you say that this could be a family activity?

- have you ever been to karaoke? (´• ω •`)ﾉ please tell me about the experience! (is there a karaoke bar here? one should be made if not!)

- the rapid transit system. have you ever used it? how often? how does it truly feel to be cramped in such a confined space?

- how would you describe the taste of taiyaki? the texture? are the ingredients required to make it available here?

any and all information is appreciated. and if it's possible to recreate any of the above here, i'm set on making it a reality!

Comments

[intrapid]

So sad for them. But yeah, I'd like to see!

[ Still doesn't take either of the drinks. Maybe if Tamaki has a table or counter somewhere in his room, he can let his arms rest then. ]

You said you came from a "previous world", or something?

[ There's a lot to say and it's easy to move on, but he refuses to let go of this one throwaway comment. This little dissertation about laymen's drinks is less interesting to him; he's drank these sorts of things, has questioned the legitimacy of watermelon flavoring in things lacking the fruit in the ingredients but making it up in food coloring instead, and seriously doubts that watermelon has become such a hot commodity that it's become unaffordable. ]

[vanity]

❰ fortunately, tamaki is a young man of great stamina! he shall hold these vessels of liquid like a totem, like a monk grasping for enlightenment. ❱

Oh, yes -- that's probably confusing for the uninitiated. I was originally residing in Japan in the 2000s, but then was abducted by aliens to this ridiculously garish planet of torment and tortures. ❰ speaking of that liquid, his hands being encumbered doesn't keep him from gesturing through the sentences, with his whole body to boot. and with the agility to not let a drop spill! ❱ After some odd months on that planet, I found myself whisked into this world. I'll admit, while I would prefer to be back where I belong, I find Camelot to be the preferable of the two...otherworldly options.

❰ tamaki is an open book in many cases, very accustomed to rambling on about things related to him. thus, a leaky sieve when it comes to information. albeit, superfluous information a lot of the time. ❱

[intrapid]

...Have you drank any of the two drinks you're holding?

[ Have they perhaps gone bad? Fermented to the point they make people speak nonsense like this? Karma really wants a bottle of each now, but not to drink. ]

I guess, compared to hell, this place isn't so bad. There's freedom to do whatever, at least.

[vanity]

Of course. I wouldn't offer anyone something I wasn't comfortable consuming myself!

❰ they aren't that awful!!! just very...flavoured iced tea tasting. sans the ice. ❱

No, I certainly wouldn't compare it to hell by any means. I will say that finding ways to make money here is much more complicated.

❰ not that he was that well off in prisma's touch-based economy either...but the concept itself was a lot more conducive to making money easily. here he has to...work. ❱

[intrapid]

[ Not knowing Tamaki's tastes— aside from that they're questionable at best— it's not much of a comfort. But Karma finally relieves him of the drinks, taking one at a time and pouring them into what looks like empty potion bottles and corking them before handing back the empty cups. ]

Outside of the usual businesses, the economy's simpler than others, though: fee-for-service, and you don't even need credentials. Like that, even a kid like me can keep myself clothed and fed and with enough pocket money to have some fun.

[ A child can do quests! all that matters are results, and Karma thrives off work that only cares of results and leaves the process to him. ]