fishingforcompliments | [suite dreams] catchall for mikazuki munechika

[hello, they are in the gift shop! specifically, flayn is here looking at some of the clothes. the outfit she woke up in is very fancy, but it doesn't have pockets, and that's highly inconvenient.

on the other hand, she keeps making a face at the hotel's name and/or monogram being on each of them.]

Is there nothing to wear here that does not have this hotel's name on it...?

[HER POCKETS

i'm going to be honest mikazuki is waiting for tsurumaru to decide that it's time to change because he can't do this by himself]

Oh my... What bold taste. It does not quite fit the rest of the atmosphere, does it?

[mikazuki doesn't know the trend about having gucci bedazzled on your ass]

Not particularly, no.

[she picks up a pair of the cheap star-shaped glasses.]

I suppose it fits the theme in that it is shaped like stars, but... it is not quite as elegant-looking as our surroundings.

Ha ha ha. I suppose there is a point at which their facade must end.

[he says this but he picks up the star-shaped sunglasses

and is very excited to put them on]

Oh my. Night vision.

Night vision...?

[she puts on a pair herself.]

Oh! It got darker!

Ha ha ha, so it did. This is perhaps not what I imagined when others described 'seeing stars'.

[he just starts to

reach out blindly in front of him?]

[his hands brush against a fuzzy bathrobe with "SH" monogrammed over the chest.]

Oh, how fluffy.

[he will pet it like a cat]

Though these robes are very different from the ones I am normally adorned with... Flayn, come touch.

[she reaches out to touch it...]

Oh! It is so soft!

[he will begin to look through the sizes]

Shall we take them?

[matching fluffy robes]

[on the one hand stealing is wrong

on the other hand, they'd be stealing from what is 99.999999% likely a murder hotel's gift shop, so that kind of feels okay?]

Why not? We could use them as blankets if we must still sleep on the ground tonight, or perhaps fold them up to act as pillows.

Excellent thinking.

[he says this and begins to

pull every single one off the rack]

...you seem to have quite a fondness for robes!

Ha ha ha, I do.

I also have a fondness for comfort when I sleep. This old man's back can only take so much, dear Flayn...

Oh, yes. I had forgotten you were quite so old.

[DON'T JUST AGREE WITH HIM?]

With any luck, we shall find somewhere more comfortable for you to sleep soon! We cannot be expected to sleep on the floor the entire time we are here, can we?

Fufu, this form does make it easy to forget.

[he doesn't even care, he's happy to be called young, he's happy to be called old as fuck. both are true.]

But I certainly hope not. While these are fluffy enough to perhaps alleviate some of the aches. Please do have as many as you would like, as my co-conspirator.

I think I will be fine with just one.

[she snags a single fluffy robe!]

Please, take as many as you need.

Ha ha ha, well I do have to look after my crane and Futaba Sakura... So you have my thanks.

Have you been faring well overnight? You may also join us, if you are in need of company. You have met Tsurumaru Kuninaga once before, correct?

I have been alright. The floor is not the most unpleasant place I have ever slept, though I am quite sure I will grow weary of it after some time.

[she smiles faintly.]

Yes, I met him at the camp.

[mikazuki's expression softens slightly]

... we needn't discuss it too much if the memories are unpleasant. Shinobu Kocho and Dimitri also appeared rather tense upon their arrival. I only awoke at the very end of the ordeal...

But this old man has nothing but time, if you ever feel in need of an ear.

Thank you. I will remember that.

[her smile widens a bit.]

It is very kind of you to offer.

Ha ha ha, well... Listening and sharing are often all that I do at home. I suppose the habit carries over.

And just as my Tsurumaru Kuninaga has had to endure these experiences, I worry similarly for others who have gone through the same gauntlet.

You are very kind. But... nearly everyone here has been through such an experience, I believe.

If you are busy worrying over everyone, who will worry over you?

[he laughs at that]

You needn't be concerned - I have already been asked this question. My answer is the same as then. If it will be anyone, it shall likely be Tsurumaru Kuninaga.

I am not someone who suffers from a lack of love or care from others. I merely wish to share some of my good fortune.

...very well. As long as you are ensuring that your own needs are taken care of as well, I suppose I cannot advise you not to worry about others.

[he nods]

Fufu, indeed. And what of you, Flayn? Do you feel well taken care of?

Yes, I do.

Good, good.

Then let us all endeavor to take care of each other during our time here.

[she nods]

I do think that would be for the best.

[they sure as hell can't trust their host to look out for their best interest... considering they were brought here for entertainment...]

[ 7. You open the door to find what looks like a storage room, with marionettes hanging on the walls that look like yourself and the other guests of the Starlight Hotel. The strings belonging to any guests who are dead have been cut, and the expressions on their painted faces are grotesque and in pain. The marionettes of the living stare eerily at you with glassy, lifeless eyes, as if they're waiting for someone to pick them up and make them move. If you try to touch any of the marionettes of the living, you will hear a voice hiss "M̶̦͕̰̼͊̆i̴̱͒̌͜N̵̘̎̏̔e̸̛̟͆͝ͅ". You will then suddenly find yourself back in the hall, disoriented and feeling like you've just been slapped on the wrist. Only four minutes have passed.

the grimm throwback

but mikazuki will wander into the room, curious. he looks behind him to flayn and tilts his head.]

Shall we travel together, Flayn?

[i'm sure they will have no problem with this whatsoever.

flayn looks a little apprehensive, but... better not to let anyone go alone! so she nods.]

Yes. Let us see what this place has in store for us.

[and the answer is

something pretty horrifying, actually! at least no one is dead yet, so there aren't any with cut strings and pained expressions, but still. it leaves her ill at ease to see the likenesses of the people she's started to get to know around here.]

What in the world...?

[mikazuki will remain just a step away from flayn, his hand resting idly upon the hilt of his sword as they walk through

at the unsettling marionettes, he laughs inappropriately - though it lacks any truth mirth]

Ha ha ha... Well, no, this is not truly a laughing matter is it...

Another cruelty of this place waiting to happen, perhaps.

[flayn would sort of like to set this place on fire actually

except not because that would be awful imagine if they were like the grimm puppets and everyone ended up getting burned.]

I can think of no reason why we would be shown such a thing as this other than to get under our skin.

[everyone wanders out with a sunburn like jae-ha it'd be so funny]

Similar to giving us all abodes that are perfectly catered to our desires and interests?

It is overall quite unsettling - with varying levels of true hospitality.

[she nods]

I do not like how much it implies that our host knows of us.

Myself either.

[though mikazuki will find himself stopping in front of a puppet of tsurumaru, frowning faintly as he stares at glassy crane eyes]

... hmm.

[he brings a hand up to his chin, as if pondering whether he wants to risk tampering with one of these marionettes. will this make tsuru tutorial]

[if tsurumaru became tutorial if you touched his marionette in this pc would that be fucked up or what]

...to have created these, they must have known for some time that we would be coming...

[it would be so fucked up!

mikazuki touches the puppet's cheek, a gay little caress, and hears the hiss of "M̶̦͕̰̼͊̆i̴̱͒̌͜N̵̘̎̏̔e̸̛̟͆͝ͅ" - before they are suddenly yeeted back into the hallway.]

—Oh?

[uh. bad.]

Did - you hear that...?

[mikazuki will look at his own hand curiously, feeling the sensation of having been slapped....

and he looks a bit amused, and annoyed all at once.]

... I did. How are you feeling, Flayn?

[is a slap on the wrist the worst of what they got?]

I am feeling a little unsettled, but otherwise fine...

[she rubs at her wrist]

And you?

[ . . . ]

I do not know if I quite like anything that may speak of us in possessives. Are we not all our own?

Unless that voice claims to be some fallen master of mine - it feels rather presumptuous.

Perhaps it was referring to the likenesses we saw in there...?

Which is still rather unsettling, given that they bear our features, but if the voice we heard was the one who carved them... that may be the reason for the possessive.

I suppose there are those who believe that participating in the creation of something means automatic ownership - but why create those in our likeness in the first place?

"Entertainment," perhaps. Should we begin to cry then? Would acts of despair be satisfying for our captors?

If it would, I do not particularly care to give them the satisfaction!

[she huffs]

[that makes him laugh faintly, amused]

Ha ha ha, indeed, indeed.

Though I wonder if treating it as some play may be enough? If we are to protect our dear ones with these experiences...

A play? You mean... we ought to behave as if we are actors on a stage?

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