I can move mountains, I can work a miracle [OPEN]

[rassera]

WHO: The residents of Nonah 05 + YOU!
WHERE: Nonah, Residence #005
WHEN: All month long (January)
WHAT: Nonah 05 open log for January Shenanigans
WARNINGS: Obligatory Bull and Tetsuo warnings apply.


Starters will be appearing in the comments. If you want something specific from any one person (Kaneda rassera, Tetsuo iamtetsuo, Bull rideme and Ken amadaman), feel free to drop them a line and ask! Otherwise, feel free to add your own starters for the whole household or individual residents as you like.

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tetsuo atsume: special komasan edition

[monge]

[As soon as Komasan has had his own bowl of udon and gave himself ample time to digest, he finds himself back at Tetsuo's door, ready to learn more about the really cool person who rests behind it.

Maybe, if they can be really really close friends, his coolness will rub off on him.

Yeah, that would be awesome.

Without a moment to lose, he knocks lightly on the door, because that's the polite thing to do before you start shouting.]

Hello, it's me, Komasan, I would like to play with you, zura~!

[After all, a lonely shut in looks like the kind of person who'd love to play with him.]

Can I come in, zuraaa~?

[iamtetsuo]

[Tetsuo finished about half of his food, poking at the rest of it for a while now. For his part, he's back to watching the network, not paying attention to replies and focusing simply on a few select recent entries.

He's been doing that a lot lately. He's lost count of how often.

When the knock comes, he looks up, only for his face to fall flatter at the yelling. Oh. Okay. A Komainu now wants him to come play. This sure isn't like every ghost story out there.]

No.

[Even if he was in the mood, which... he's not, at all. No.]

[monge]

...

[Oh, well, that was a pretty simple answer, wasn't it? Komasan half wonders if it's because he didn't finish eating yet, or if it's because he's so full he can't move. Do note that the idea that maybe, just maybe, he doesn't want to play at all doesn't even cross Komasan's mind.

Everyone wants to play.]

...Okay, bye bye, zura!

[And for a moment, there's silence again.]

[iamtetsuo]

[Pause.

There's no door opening, there's no followup, there's just quiet again. He flicks the communicator back on, hand hovering over play...]

[monge]

[Tetsuo might find he has all the time he needs to press play, there isn't another interruption for another half hour. But there it is, another soft knock on the door, but this time there's a lack of shouting from the flaming dog.

Now he uses his indoor voice.]

Hi, I'm Komasan again. Do you wanna play now, zura? I have a whole bunch of toys we can share, zura!

[After his last attempt, Komasan put a lot of thought into how to make playing sound more appealing. Of course Tetsuo didn't want to, he had no idea what game they were going to play! How silly of him to forget.

Well, that changes. Although Tetsuo can't see it, Komasan gets on his knees as he reaches into that bag he carries on his back, pulling out a small toy.]

I have this monge~ top, it's my favorite, zura! What you do is- Oh...

[As he places the top down onto the carpet, he soon realizes that tops don't exactly work too well on that. The enthusiasm in his voice dies down just a little at this realization, but he pushes on nonetheless.]

W-Well, we can play in the kitchen, zura.

[iamtetsuo]

[He shuts the communicator off, adamantly not looking up at the door. It was back. Great. Maybe if he just waits here, it'll stop - 'no' wasn't a good enough answer, apparently.

So this time, Komasan gets silence as his reply.]

[monge]

[Huh...no answer.

Either he's asleep, or he didn't hear him. Better ask and find out.]

Eh? ...A-Are you napping, zura?

[Oh wait, right, indoor voice didn't work.]

ARE YOU NAPPING, ZURA?

[There, much better.]

[iamtetsuo]

[His head tilts back to the ceiling, staring at the shadows cast between the dots on the wall and the light instead of answering at first.

Once the thing raises its voice louder, it's pretty clear that ignoring it isn't going to make anything go away.]

No...

[Even if he was, he sure wouldn't be able to NOW...]

[monge]

[There he is!

Of course, this only encourages Komasan to shout from now on. This door must be so thick, he can't hear anything else!]

OKAAAAY!! DO YOU WANNA PLAY NOW, ZURA? I CAN LET YOU GO FIRST, ZURAAA!!

[This is what you wanted, this is what you trained him to do.]

[iamtetsuo]

[What has he done.]

No.

[What's that? Actual emphasis on a word instead of a lifeless flat tone? This must be doing something.


Do you realize, Komasan, he's speaking softly and you can still hear him?]

[monge]

[Haha, that would only be noticeable to someone who pays attention.]

Ah, okay! Then you rest up, zura! Sleep off all your food and remember that I love you very much, zura!

[For whatever reason, Komasan still believes the problem is that he's too full, not that he doesn't want to play. He'll just have to try again another time, think of something even better than a top. It'll be hard, but he's sure he can do it.

Until then, he leaves Tetsuo. For now.]

[iamtetsuo]

[And now it's leaving again, oka- WAIT HANG ON]

.....


What the?

[That too is soft, and probably asked after Komasan's left; it takes Tetsuo a minute to process what the Komainu just said.




This... really is a dream, isn't it? WHAT?]

[monge]

[If Tetsuo dreams of adorable little animals, what does that really say about him?

As if on a timer of some sort, Komasan comes again, exactly another half an hour later. His...determination has yet to die down, and thankfully he's forgotten about the shouting thing.

He knocks.]

Hello, it's me again, zura! Are you all rested, can I come in yet, zura? I promise I won't make a mess in your room, I'm a very good guest, zura!

[iamtetsuo]

What do you want?

[Tetsuo, come on, you should know the answer to this...

Also, that's not another 'no'.]

[monge]

[What does he want?]

Er...mostly soft cream, zura.

But we can get dessert once you feel better, we probably shouldn't go outside right now anyway, zura.

[Tetsuo meant in general, right?]

S-So can I come in, zura? We don't have to play if you don't want to, but I still think we can be friends, zura. ...I...I know I might not look that cool, but I'll try really really hard if you give me a chance, zura!

[iamtetsuo]

[He flops back down on the bed again, not letting this strange .. bizarrely cutesy not!statue ruin a perfectly good session of self pity and misery wallowing.]

Go away.

[You must be this cool to ride the friendship train.




Almost no one has a ticket to this train.]

[monge]

[...Go away?

Somehow "no" felt better, it meant he could come back and try again. "No" was basically "not right now" to him. But go away? Did...did he not want him around? But that's impossible, why would someone want to lock themselves up in their room like that? He couldn't be a shut in, he was too cool for that kinda stuff. So then...

Oh.

Oh no.

Is...is he scared of him?]

Do...do you not wanna play because I'm a youkai, zura?

[iamtetsuo]

[You know... he's just... not gonna touch that one.]

[monge]

[HIS SILENCE SAYS IT ALL.

There's a distinct wobble to his voice now, it takes everything within Komasan not to burst out in tears. He's scary, he's a monster. How will he ever make friends with the cool kid now?!]

I-I'm sorry, zura! I-I can't help what I am, zura!!

[iamtetsuo]

[It would take one monster to know another, wouldn't it. More silence, more si- oh, wait, there's muffled mumbling.]




What do you wanna get in here so badly for?

[That quiet, toneless, dead quality's returned to his voice.]

[monge]

[There's a soft thud-like noise as Komasan begins to press his face against the door at this point.]

I really like you, zura.

[That's it. That's his only reason.]

[iamtetsuo]

........




Why....?

[IS THIS WEIRD.


THIS IS WEIRD.]

[monge]

Because you're so cool, zura...

[Why is he whispering? Why did he say that like some kind of weird over-dramatic weirdo? Why is he still here? Nobody knows.]

[iamtetsuo]

[No.

He's really not. Cool people don't get killed. They don't get humiliated on the network for all to see. They're not powerless fuckups who can't get ANYTHING right.

His head turns partly towards the door, still buried face down in the sheet.]

Go find someone else...

[monge]

But...

[Removing his head from the door, he taps his paws together. He's never met someone so against friendship before, it's actually kind of strange.]

...I don't want anyone else, zura.