hyralt
Well-Known Member
- RP Date
- 1 日 1 月 YE 43
- RP Location
- Kyoto
Kyoto Tower Hotel
1 日 1 月 YE 43
Downtown Kyoto, an unusually quiet morning after an unusually loud evening. At the choicest of locations was a most resplendent hotel called Kyoto Tower. Like the city outside, it was filled with a rare calm as its inhabitants slept off the previous night's revelries. Except for the one occupant of the hotel's least luxurious room who had been ahead of the curve in finding his place of rest. Unfortunately for him, he was also ahead of the curve in terms of his hangover. Atop the bed was a cocoon of blankets wrapped around a body that began to move violently, coughing and gasping through a mouth as dry as a desert, rousing its owner into a state of loathsome consciousness.
In addition to his painfully dry mouth, Takashi felt a sharp pain that seemed to bisect his skull lengthwise, and the undeniable tenderness of a stomach that wasn't quite sure which direction it intended to send its contents. The newly-finished-training and soon-to-be science officer moved, but then regretted his decision immediately. Then he began a series of actions that some might charitably call moving, albeit slowly, but that he managed to convince his rebellious body was not in fact movement. These actions slowly pulled him out of his chrysalis, down the side of the bed, across the floor, and into the bathroom in a manner that suggested a serpentine slithering. Along the way, and once again with apt comparison to a snake, he shed the boots and clothes he was still wearing from the evening prior. Once he was in the bathroom and without his clothing, he squirmed into the tub and turned on the shower.
As the water poured onto his head and ran down his face and neck, the worst of the nausea slowly dissipated. The sound and feel of the shower was soothing, and he found himself drifting off to sleep again before he caught himself. I need to go to Sandra, he thought. Why? Who is Sandra? He recalled thinking about going to a place called Sandra on the walk back to the hotel. Where was I walking from? A vague recollection of his parents' place occurred to him. Did they tell me to go to Sandra? No, they were just as unhelpful as usual. Takashi thought back to the beginning of the night. There were unpleasantly loud crowds of unpleasantly many people. Then there was eggnog. Then the crowds weren't so bad. Then...?
A face appeared to him. She...was this person a she? They had antlers. And a scar above their eye. Or not a scar. Something that suggested a scar. They were blushing. He kissed them? Thinking back, it felt like a scene in a movie. Were there fireworks as he kissed them? It seemed too perfect. Then he remembered touching their antlers. That certainly wasn't from any movie he had ever seen. In the murky sea of his memories of the previous evening, the feeling of their antlers under his fingers stood out. Along with the feeling of their lips against his.
What was their name? He distinctly remembered saying it multiple times. Or had he? Maybe he had only thought about it multiple times and he had spoken several times, and his memory was conflating the events of one with the other.
"Kozakura," the name appeared simultaneously in his mind and on his lips. "She said to meet her at SANDRA today. She works there."
Takashi suddenly became aware of several feelings all at once. One was the lurching sensation at the base of his abdomen as he thought about his own work and how he would be shipping out in a couple of days. And were it only this feeling, he certainly wouldn't have looked around the bathroom, seen the phone and picked it up.
"Concierge? How far is the hotel from SANDRA?" He listened then hung up, but not before thanking the person on the other end. "Thank you."
This decisive action had been prompted by the second feeling with which he had become reacquainted after recalling the eventful night before. It wasn't something he could name, but he felt it behind his sternum and it felt like a strangely pleasant dull ache that was pulling him back to this person he had met. Despite the weariness he felt in his bones, this sensation buzzed within him and filled him with an energy that propelled him through the actions of getting himself ready and out the door. Sometime later he would find himself outside of SANDRA and trying desperately to recall when he had been told to meet along with what this person's family name was.
While one of his conflicting emotions weighed him down with dread for what was to come the day after tomorrow, the second filled him with hope for what could be the best couple of days of his life.
@Yandere
1 日 1 月 YE 43
Downtown Kyoto, an unusually quiet morning after an unusually loud evening. At the choicest of locations was a most resplendent hotel called Kyoto Tower. Like the city outside, it was filled with a rare calm as its inhabitants slept off the previous night's revelries. Except for the one occupant of the hotel's least luxurious room who had been ahead of the curve in finding his place of rest. Unfortunately for him, he was also ahead of the curve in terms of his hangover. Atop the bed was a cocoon of blankets wrapped around a body that began to move violently, coughing and gasping through a mouth as dry as a desert, rousing its owner into a state of loathsome consciousness.
In addition to his painfully dry mouth, Takashi felt a sharp pain that seemed to bisect his skull lengthwise, and the undeniable tenderness of a stomach that wasn't quite sure which direction it intended to send its contents. The newly-finished-training and soon-to-be science officer moved, but then regretted his decision immediately. Then he began a series of actions that some might charitably call moving, albeit slowly, but that he managed to convince his rebellious body was not in fact movement. These actions slowly pulled him out of his chrysalis, down the side of the bed, across the floor, and into the bathroom in a manner that suggested a serpentine slithering. Along the way, and once again with apt comparison to a snake, he shed the boots and clothes he was still wearing from the evening prior. Once he was in the bathroom and without his clothing, he squirmed into the tub and turned on the shower.
As the water poured onto his head and ran down his face and neck, the worst of the nausea slowly dissipated. The sound and feel of the shower was soothing, and he found himself drifting off to sleep again before he caught himself. I need to go to Sandra, he thought. Why? Who is Sandra? He recalled thinking about going to a place called Sandra on the walk back to the hotel. Where was I walking from? A vague recollection of his parents' place occurred to him. Did they tell me to go to Sandra? No, they were just as unhelpful as usual. Takashi thought back to the beginning of the night. There were unpleasantly loud crowds of unpleasantly many people. Then there was eggnog. Then the crowds weren't so bad. Then...?
A face appeared to him. She...was this person a she? They had antlers. And a scar above their eye. Or not a scar. Something that suggested a scar. They were blushing. He kissed them? Thinking back, it felt like a scene in a movie. Were there fireworks as he kissed them? It seemed too perfect. Then he remembered touching their antlers. That certainly wasn't from any movie he had ever seen. In the murky sea of his memories of the previous evening, the feeling of their antlers under his fingers stood out. Along with the feeling of their lips against his.
What was their name? He distinctly remembered saying it multiple times. Or had he? Maybe he had only thought about it multiple times and he had spoken several times, and his memory was conflating the events of one with the other.
"Kozakura," the name appeared simultaneously in his mind and on his lips. "She said to meet her at SANDRA today. She works there."
Takashi suddenly became aware of several feelings all at once. One was the lurching sensation at the base of his abdomen as he thought about his own work and how he would be shipping out in a couple of days. And were it only this feeling, he certainly wouldn't have looked around the bathroom, seen the phone and picked it up.
"Concierge? How far is the hotel from SANDRA?" He listened then hung up, but not before thanking the person on the other end. "Thank you."
This decisive action had been prompted by the second feeling with which he had become reacquainted after recalling the eventful night before. It wasn't something he could name, but he felt it behind his sternum and it felt like a strangely pleasant dull ache that was pulling him back to this person he had met. Despite the weariness he felt in his bones, this sensation buzzed within him and filled him with an energy that propelled him through the actions of getting himself ready and out the door. Sometime later he would find himself outside of SANDRA and trying desperately to recall when he had been told to meet along with what this person's family name was.
While one of his conflicting emotions weighed him down with dread for what was to come the day after tomorrow, the second filled him with hope for what could be the best couple of days of his life.
@Yandere
