[video] forward dated to 9/13

[appraiser]

Ryoji Mochizuki shared a video.
09/13 near Apprassage

[ The video starts up, dark, silent. A bedroom, if an empty desk and neatly made bed and too many cardboard boxes count as a bedroom, and then the view flips over with a soft ] Oh. [ as the user finds the front-facing camera instead of the rear that he always uses on his phone. ]

Hi... It's been a while.

[ The bottom half of the screen blurs as Ryoji draws his knees to his chest where he sits on bare floorboards, phone in his hands. He doesn't introduce himself— doesn't need to, when his name is up there for people who don't know him, his face right here for people who do: the people he's recording this video for, whispers in an empty room. ]

I'm back. I know there are probably questions as to why, or how... and I can't really explain it well myself. But I'll answer the best I can, if you want to ask, texting or in person.

[ Ryoji sits up a little straighter now, looks a little more serious. This is what he meant to say: a confession. ]

But before that, I want to say that I'm glad to be back, however it happened... a second chance like this. I also want to be more upfront about myself, and there are things I want to say to a lot of people.

There was a time in the past where I was a monster: I'd hurt a lot of people, and I ran from all of that, hid myself away, and pretended it hadn't happened. The memories I've been experiencing, I kept the good ones close, the bad even closer, pretending they weren't real and that they have nothing to do with me. I thought... that it would be better to forget about all of that and return to a simpler time. Unconsciously, I think that's what I did. I went back to before everything happened, to start over, and do better this time. But I got it wrong. I made myself forget, but I wasn't forgotten...

[ He's rambling now, a little, so he turns his eyes away from the screen, staring off at something in the distance- it's the moon reflected in his eyes, only half. ]

There's somebody I still need to say goodbye to, but after that... I want to see so many of you. I owe a lot of "thank you"s and "I'm sorry"s and "I love you"s, and I want to be with people again. I don't want to leave this world or its people ever again.

So... I'll see you guys soon.




( ooc: forward dated to 9/13 to give myself a buffer. replies can be via text, or an in-person if you want to fast-forward to ryoji showing up at your character's house/class/chance meeting at some cafe/hi roommates/he'll be finding people around town somehow. for his cr, please assume he checked up on them, whether it's handwaved or not! )

Comments

[lalliho]

yes but you said the matephor thing

[appraiser]

i did, but
for me it's not entirely a metaphor
what about you? we can talk about your metaphorical monsters instead

[lalliho]

no it's not like that

I don't know what I'm asking anymore I guess maybe I just wanted to figure out what you wanted

[appraiser]

oh
i'm not sure what i wanted
i wanted to talk, confess some things, so i did that
and i think in the next few days, i'll be made to talk some more
about monsters or dying, etc

i guess i just want things to go back to normal

[lalliho]

made to talk

[appraiser]

because i died and came back
people aren't going to just pretend that didn't happen
they'll ask questions, and i'll do my best to answer them

[lalliho]

you don't need to

[appraiser]

i know that
but even if i don't want to, it helps them
like how you don't need to talk to me, but you still do

[lalliho]

no one said that was because it helps you

[appraiser]

that's fair
then helping me can just be a lucky coincidence

[lalliho]

sigh

[appraiser]

what are you sighing about, lalli?

[lalliho]

[various things.]

talking to you can be very tiring

[appraiser]

so it's a sleepy sigh
that's better than a bored sigh

[lalliho]

no never bored

just tired sometimes annoyed

[appraiser]

i never get bored talking to you too
but if you're ever annoyed, you can tell me
or steer the conversation towards something you'd rather talk about instead

[lalliho]

hmn

but that doesn't apply to you talking about dying or monsters? that's stupid

[appraiser]

i spent five minutes thinking of a counterargument but i can't

[lalliho]

[DAMN RIGHT

Satisfied, Lalli leans back into his sofa and drops the subject.]

if I order food are you free to pick it up

[appraiser]

yeah, i am
what are the addresses?

[lalliho]

[aaaaand he will be sent the address for a place with Americanized Mexican food and...Lalli's apartment! Yes, the real door number and everything.

It's also...a lot of food... An amount that would take multiple people a few days to go through. Either he's having a party (unlikely), or this is what he's going to be living off of this week.]

[appraiser]

[ You are going to die living off nothing but nachos and quesadillas all week, Lalli... Since he's outside anyways, Ryoji makes a trip to the store on his way over to where Lalli lives and arrives at the door with TWO bags! Wonder what healthy stuff is in the other that he'll try to force Lalli to eat.

That does mean his hands are full, though, so he has to kick at the door instead of knocking with his hands. ]

Hey, Lalli? It's Ryoji!

[lalliho]

[No...let him die his queso death...

Lalli arrives at the door not long after Ryoji calls for him, clad in pajamas and with mussed up hair. Sounds from inside suggest he's watching something, but once the door is open, he retreats back inside to pause whatever it is playing, giving Ryoji free reign.

It's decorated minimally, and has a weird mix of teenage slob and an untouched layer of dust swapping out with no rhyme or reason throughout the place, though where he's messing with monitors is clearly one of "his" spaces, showing the most signs of life. Settling back into his computer chair, he draws his legs up and peers wearily over his knees.]

I didn't think I ordered that much...

[Two bags...?]

[appraiser]

[ Ryoji follows Lalli in as best he can, sticking to the trailblazed pathways without straying into the dusty unknowns of the apartment. The first bag gets deposited onto whatever empty tabletop he can find, while the other gets balanced on top of Lalli's knees. ]

This is the one you ordered. You should eat while it's still hot.

[lalliho]

[Ahh, that makes sense. Lalli nudges a few things on his computer desk to make room for his bounty, starting to pick through it critically.]

I don't know what kind of food you like.

[...But that's his open invitation to take whatever, maybe? Lalli himself selects a rice-heavy burrito to nibble on and goes back to watching Ryoji with unblinking eyes.]

What's the other one? Your stuff?