#osamudiezai

[flawlesscrane]

@osamudiezai

A violent storm sweeps through the sleeping city. The only places that refuse to close are bars, nightclubs, and gas stations, anticipating a poor soul or two that are trapped in the downpour. Among the few that were already inside one of these establishments is a scruffy gentlemen with short burgundy hair. A well restrained man by the name of Oda. Waiting for the storm to pass, he takes a long huff of his cigarette and pauses for a moment before releasing vapor from his lax lips, lazily drifting to the ceiling.

No umbrella, no proper jacket, and not even a hat to protect him from the nightly chilled wind and water. What a shortsighted mindset that was. Luckily Oda’s schedule is free the entire night, so his only plan is to unwind and drink.

[microcosm-rp]

To our recent additions,

Welcome to the Hinterwelt Colony!

As mentioned in your verbal briefing, you have been brought here due to a temporal energy abnormality dwelling inside of you. To remain in your universe would be a danger to both yourself and your home. For this reason, we have taken you into our energy-locked colony to ensure the safety of everyone, including yourself. 

Dorm housing and standard meals are included, free of charge, as payment for the data we will gather during your stay with us.  Additional amenities may be purchased with the horned dollar-- a credit system earned by those working within the city.  Horned dollars are also paid to those who participate in our Wild Energy Extraction Duties, as “Gardeners.”  Please note that Gard Duty is handled independently of city employment; they do not interfere with one another, should you choose to pursue both.

Our Wild Energy Extraction Duties seek out and protect all universes from energy abnormalities, preventing galactic meltdowns.  Your involvement, while optional, is vital to our goals of intergalactic stability.  Plus, it provides the opportunity to see your home, friends, and family again!  Just remember, we can only keep you there for so long before we pull you back.  We wouldn’t want to hurt anyone, after all. :)

Good luck out there, and remember: each one of us has a duty to contribute, in the name of science!

- Your Captain, Sei!

[shintaroxisaragi]

Coffee? Coffee.

@osamudiezai

Everything about this place was strange. Some things he had to pay for, some things he did not. Sometimes he could find internet service, other times he could not. After he returned home from running away lost, he noticed a picture on his bed that had the faces of all his old friends and himself. Except, all of their faces were crossed out. As much as he wanted to get rid of the picture, he placed it underneath his pillow, took a long shower, and walked downstairs to what appeared to be a coffee shop. Coffee shops generally have free wifi, right? ... Right? 

Shintaro sighed as he stood in line. Not having any music to listen to made his senses sky rocket. He was aware of just about everyone. It felt like everyone was staring at him, judging him for one reason or another. The worst part was Ene wasn’t even there to help him with his anxiety as it slowly rose. With every step closer to the counter, his heart beat a little bit faster. Once he was finally up there and the cashier asked him what he wanted, he froze. 

Only after she asked again did he respond, “May I have an americano with 2 extra shots of espresso?” Shintaro’s voice cracked mid question. The lady nodded and set him off to wait for his drink. Instead of standing next to the counter, he found an empty table and placed his arms on the top and buried his head to hid from the world. Embarrassing. Absolutely embarrassing. Everyone probably thinks he’s awkward or a loser. Either way, he just wants to get his coffee and go back up to his room so he can figure out what to do with a literal years supply of coca-cola. 

[velvetknives]

–; starter for @osamudiezai

There are many things you can do when you’re in an unfamiliar area-- explore, investigate, ponder. Those are all things Kyouka has done, and while she didn’t get much information, she did find many food stores littered around this tiny town. A logical and cautious person wouldn’t dare try anything out, in case there’s a trick or something in the food.

But she thinks with her stomach! So here she is, entering Flybucks with her dragon around her shoulder (her name is Violet! It took her way too long to decide on one). She orders a simple coffee and a cupcake, holding her items as she scans the tables. There aren’t that many people around... except for the fact that someone very familiar is sitting near the window. She stares for a moment, face blank as she processes what she’s seeing.

Dazai...?

Since when was he here? Kyouka doesn’t have a clue, but she can’t deny the relief she feels that there’s somewhere else she knows here. Should she go up to him? She doesn’t want to intrude, but she finds herself walking to his table and tapping his shoulder.

❝ Dazai-san. ❞

[flawlesscrane]

👀 When was the last time you were happy?

“Hmm... A curious question...” Oda raises his eyebrows and averts his eyes elsewhere to analyze his memories, “I never really consider myself feeling anything...”

After a pregnant pause, he smiles, “I believe the last time I felt noticeably happy was when I was at your place, Dazai. We were retiring after working so late at night and you insisted on me staying the night with you... It was the most refreshing nights sleep I’ve ever had.”

[sheeporbeef]

Sleepy Sheep (Closed - Dazai Osamu)

(closed starter for @osamudiezai​ )   He....he had to work harder, had to make up to everyone he’d ‘let down and failed’ who’d died in the underwater incident because his powers hadn’t been enough to help any of them, he’d been no help to anyone, and the guilt continually gnawed at him: though it was slightly less on putting his all into helping the living, not putting ‘rest’ in mind and pushing himself for their sake - yet the fact of the matter was that he had not realised that refusing to ‘think of himself’ out of the misguided assumption the deaths under the waves was ‘his burden’ to shoulder only left him tired, exhausted. Pushing himself so hard constantly - it of course resulted in collapse, and a few passers-by scattered in alarm at sleep dust fluttering off the psychologist: a Counting Sheep appearing just in time and cushioning the fall. ...Their beloved friend Sylvester, their creator, was in danger. The sheep knew that much, but who to help...? The large sheep looked around for someone, anyone - trotting to the closest person they could find and baaing in quiet, yet pleading a manner. Would they help? The sheep kept giving a big puppy-dog eyes look to the hapless stranger who’d come across them...