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Event Eight.

To thee I'll return, overburdened with care;
The heart's dearest solace will smile on me there.
No more from the cottage again will I roam,
Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home.

he Town is quiet this week. No sudden quests on the forum post, no roars of werewolves in the distance... just peaceful, peaceful quiet. Of course, it's hot as hell right now, but that aside, it's pretty pleasant. You probably don't want to wander around the Town right now, but...

Naturally, now's when the Town is going to start thoroughly encouraging you to do just that.

You do want to find your doorway back home, don't you?

Better get searching! And don't mind the other worlds you might end up stumbling into first.

Welcome to Awash's eighth event log, everyone! Further information on this event can be found here at the OOC post.

You are welcome to start your own posts or logs for this event as well. If there are any questions, please ask them here. Thank you!

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[Aw, Lupin!! You really do care! Or: Okuyasu is pleased, kind of in the way a little kid is pleased when someone tells them their pet is on vacation when everyone knows it really ran away and will never return— his dad probably isn't there. But it's nice to think about.

So, thanks Loop.]

Uh— no. He kinda looks like a big toad.

[Anyway, on that note, come into his spooky yard.]

[ okay, he has to laugh at that, because it's just so irreverent. Naturally, he assumes Okuyasu is being mean rather than literal. Lupin is a fool who is canonblind to Jojo. ]

That's a mean thing to say about your old man. You'll look like that one day, too.

[ following Okuyasu into the spooky yard...!! and being struck speechless by it being... That Way. ]

Uh...

[HA... ha. It's not funny, but he makes a face like he almost laughs. Er.]

Nah, not really. [And he has to pause and look back at Lupin when he's too shook by the terrible house to even be sassy.] You gonna stand there staring or come on?

I-I'm coming! Just... you live in this place, Okuyasu?

[ he's way worse off than Lupin imagined... he tries to say it in the most innocent way possible, but he can't help sounding a little concerned-slash-dismayed. ]

Yeah. Look, it's not gonna get any nicer, so just hurry it up.

[This he says with a pointed gesture for Lupin to move his butt!!! Let's go!! He's self-aware of his house's shittiness, which is better than the alternative.]

No need to be so pushy.

[ Okuyasu sure wears a lot of golden jewelry and stuff for living in a place like this?? That's Lupin's other thought. The modern age truly is mysterious... Anyway, he's going with him now, although he's still glancing around. Even things like telephone poles in the vicinity are weird and new to him. ]

This is Japan, right?

[It's fake news, Lupin. Anyway he can't actually buy a house, he's 16!!]

Huh? Oh- [oh yeah lupin is Old and European] Yeah! Morioh. We got like, two restaurants and a convenience store, otherwise you gotta go into the city for anything good.

[ huh. ]

So this is a rural area? It definitely looks different from what Minato showed me.

[ probably because Minato took him to a big city shopping mall. ]

... Not much like the villages I know, though.

Does it look like a city to you?

[Come on, Lupin... be reasonable.]

Isn't a village like a couple cows and some log cabins?

It's a ton of cows and some cabins, actually, [ corrects Lupin playfully. ] Enough of that, though. I can do some sightseeing once we've looked for your dad.

Oh, excuse me, a whole ton. [dweeb........] My dad's probably on the second floor... Don't go all the way up to the third floor, and don't touch any of my stuff, got it?

[His stuff is like an air mattress and some comics and exams he did poorly on, but do not touch.]

What's on the third floor?

[ you can't tell him something like that and expect him to listen... ]

[That's where they keep the creepy chains, Lupin. But don't worry, Okuyasu has an even worse answer than creepy chains:]

That's where my big bro got killed, so we're not going up there. And I don't wanna talk about it.

[ needless to say that wasn't the reason Lupin was expecting; his eyes immediately widen, and a guilty expression settles on his face. ]

Sorry. I had no idea...

[ he didn't even know Okuyasu had a brother in the first place. ]

[Aw, loop. Okuyasu frowns and looks away for a moment, feeling more than a little awkward. Hmm.]

Yeah, well— never mind. Let's just go look around.

Right. Maybe you can try calling for him?

[ here's the part where Lupin would talk about it, but Okuyasu very clearly said he didn't want to, so he keeps his mouth shut. All he has to add is this: ]

... If you ever need someone to talk to, I'll listen, you know.

He can't really call back... [So let's just march upstairs instead. The upstairs looks no more lived in than the dilapidated downstairs besides the fact that the cheap junk lying around is newer-- the air mattress and other miscellany in one room, for example-- and other than the sounds of the house keening, more or less, there's nothing to indicate someone else might be here.

Okuyasu does not go to pick up any of his scant belongings, instead giving the room a cursory look through and then leaving. No dad there!!

Now then. Mr. Frills.] Since when are you Mr. Talk-about-my-feelings? Want me to write you a poem about it?

[ he can't call back? Okuyasu's home life is sounding more and more ominous - no, depressing, actually. He lives in this huge place that looks like it's about to fall apart, his brother was killed, and his father can't speak. Lupin follows after him, also giving all the rooms a once-over, his frown showing no signs of disappearing. He won't comment on how obviously rough it all looks. He's been there, and he would have hated someone feeling bad for him then.

The mention of the poem does get a wry smile out of him. ]

Maybe you'd feel better if you did? [ please don't, he was trying to be serious and he can't be serious about oku's poetry ] I'm not trying to be anything I'm not. We're just more alike than you'd think.

I'm not gonna write you a poem, nerd.

[NERD... Lupin is the kind of guy Okuyasu would shove into lockers if they were the same age and also classmates. Being an old man is the only thing that saves his dignity.

But anyway, this trip around the house is pretty useless as it continues, as it becomes clearer and clearer that no one is home... Okuyasu is increasingly frustrated, eventually just stopping dead in the hall with his head down and his hands shoved in his pockets, sulking. He's sulking. Hmm grumble mumble--]

What'd you mean, we're alike?

[ hm. how to put this delicately... Lupin comes to a stop when Okuyasu does, folding his arms across his chest. ]

... You're always calling me fancy, but the truth is, I've been homeless most of my life. And the one person I'd call family was killed by the mob about two years ago.

[ this is probably the most he's actually said about his past to anyone here?! Normally, he hates to talk about it - but it's exactly because Okuyasu is another low-down kid who doesn't seem to hold Lupin in any high regard that he feels more free to say it. Besides, he's the one who started it; he may as well explain himself. ]

I won't say I know what your life's been like or anything like that. Frankly, I don't know much about you at all. But I like you, so the offer stands.

[This is the second time in a short while that a stuffy nerd has confessed their soft friendship to Okuyasu... he'll never be used to it. That said: oh. Of all things Lupin could have revealed about himself, that... none of that is what Okuyasu would have guessed.

That really goes to show something or other, whatever, he's not equipped to get all deep about it. But he does appreciate it, in a way that he has no idea how to express. People don't often just open up to him because they like him enough--]

...Oh. Huh. [....] My dad and my big bro—both of 'em kinda sucked, but it's not like I got anything else, y'know? To be honest, I don't really want my dad hanging around, but I gotta...

[You know, make the attempt. Somebody in this family has to be a decent human being!!]

[ he nods in understanding. ]

You don't get to pick your family, right? I get it.

[ he'd be the same way - although he also hangs out with some questionable company on purpose. ]

... I'll be honest with you, though - I don't think you'll find him here. I think these places are just illusions of our homes. No people around.

[Hmm, this brings Okuyasu's list of people who get it up to, like, two. Maybe three. That's more than he ever anticipated, so-- great. No idea what to do with this knowledge.]

...Yeah, you're probably right. Lemme just grab some shirts or something and we can get outta here.

[Mission: Dad is a failure, but maybe the real mission was the sad backstories we shared along the way.]

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