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APRIL TDM
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APRIL TEST DRIVE The city of Recollé. A beautiful city you've called home for quite some time. While things can be a little weird, isn't that true of all homes? It's fully spring now, and there are flowers to be found everywhere. April's showers are a familiarity as well, the occasional downpour or drizzle keeping you on your toes. What will you do today? I. April showers bring May flowers, right? Well, there are already plenty of flowers to be had, but that part of the old rhyme being true doesn't save you from the first part of it. While the weather forecasters do their best, their success rate for predicting the rain seems to be about fifty-fifty. Unfortunately, sometimes when they do predict the rain happening, they misjudge how bad it's going to be. Was the sky was clear when you last looked outside? It may not be quite so clear now. Hope you remembered to bring an umbrella today. But it's not so bad, really! Maybe if you forgot to prepare, someone will share their umbrella with you. Not in the mood to talk to anyone? You can probably find some thrifty umbrella vendors on the streets of Tisse. When in doubt, there are always some loaner umbrellas scattered around in Apprassage at the Recollé Library as well. The library asks that you return any of the mismatched loaners found at the door, but it's not like the system is that strongly enforced. Well, other than the library stamp on the umbrellas, that is. If you find yourself in Chata today, you could always buy a magazine off the street corners to hold overhead. If you look like you may buy something, vendors don't seem to mind if you idle under their awnings. Check out the latest fashions coming this spring while you wait it out. It looks like buckles are in, but some of the high fashion clothes look a little odder than usual. The hot, new dresses range from large like a billowing tarp to appearing more like an artfully arranged handkerchief than anything else. Fashion sure is weird sometimes. II. Recollé Square in Tribunal Terrace boasts a huge assortment of flower gardens scattered throughout the district, though they all appear to be whatever citizens felt like planting at the time. In fact, only flowers in Apprassage seem to match, especially around the University. Today, while the rain's stopped, a large group of people seem to be taking advantage of Recollé Square's mismatching for flower picking, crown and wreath weaving, and bouquet arranging. The activities seem to be loosely led by the city's PTA and some of the other socialite groups from around town. Then again, for long-standing citizens of the city this isn't unusual either. You seem to remember that this is an annual sort of thing even though there isn't actually a name for the event. Some booths are set up around the park to swap seeds, flowers and food for cash or gossip, the guidelines a little more loose outside of the business districts. It seems as though lot of families are picnicking this weekend. There's even some kind of contest going on for the best flower crown - though usually the city tends to collectively pick a kid for the winner, so your best artistic talents might not get you the admiration you crave. In addition, there's the most accurately judged flower-growing contest if you've been waiting for this day for a year or more, but that event tends to have the same people involved every year and the majority of Recollé isn't too heavily invested in it. They're here for the picnics and flower crowns, and it seems about the same as it always does. This year, though, there do seem to be more flowers than ever...and for that matter, they're a lot bigger than usual, too. III. Despite some of the fashion fiascos the magazines are displaying, maybe you should spend some time shopping this week. It may come as a surprise to you that your clothes haven't been fitting properly as of late. Those skinny jeans are just a hair too loose, and your favorite shirt seems baggier than it used to be. The problem, however, is that every shop you go to seems to stock clothes with the same issues. You're down a size or two or three, or maybe they're just marking everything down wrong. And surely you don't have the time or money to replace your entire wardrobe...will you take your chances? Complain to the store's manager? Or maybe you're an unfortunate soul who has to try and explain the unexplainable. Maybe offering a coupon will appease shoppers today. IV. Apparently walking around your neighborhood isn't quite as safe as it used to be - or it isn't safe if you want to trust your eyes. One second the little old lady who lives at the corner appears to be walking her pitbull just as she has every day for the last several years. The next, the pitbull is gone and she's walking a rather angry-looking caterpillar. Blink and you'll miss it, but as time goes on you'll see more and more of these larger-than-life insects wandering around. No matter how hard you try to explain it, the only other people who seem to see this as the least bit weird are people with the Retrospec app. Oh, do you not have the Retrospec app? Think again. The sound of chirping crickets will follow you until the next time you look at your mobile device or a public computer, prompting you to accept a profile and upload a user picture. Congratulations! It seems as though you've been selected to be a new tester! ...it's going to be one of those days. BONUS. While the Retrospec app only infrequently has posts from the company itself - and those have thus far proven to be universally useless - this month there is an onslaught of updates. At least once per day there's a picture of a new type of flower or insect, along with a "fun fact" about whatever the company has posted. Did you know, for example, that wasps feeding on fermenting juice have been known to get "drunk' and pass out? Ancient civilizations burned aster leaves to ward off evil spirits. Ticks can grow from the size of a grain of rice to the size of a marble. Roses are related to apples, raspberries, cherries, peaches, plums, nectarines, pears and almonds. Houseflies find sugar with their feet, which are 10 million times more sensitive than human tongues. Praying mantises prey on other insects, and perhaps you'd better watch your step. Wait, what? As usual, any attempt to get the company to reply about the increasingly disturbing information they're sending out is useless. The daily facts grow less and less useful and eventually seem to be nothing but fun facts about how flowers and bugs could kill you or one another. Kind of unfortunate for you, if this is your first time getting any messages whatsoever from the app. How do you unsubscribe? Good luck figuring it out. Welcome to the |

Osamu Dazai | Bungou to Alchemist
[Shuji knows, definitely, completely, without a doubt, that this shouldn't be happening.
He weighs himself regularly. His clothes all fit right, or close to right - the easiest way to look terrible in any outfit is for it to be poorly fitted. It doesn't matter how well-coordinated the pieces are, it won't look good if it isn't his size.
So there's no way that he could suddenly find that his clothes aren't fitting right. He hasn't had any large weight gain or weight loss recently. And if some of his shirts are too baggy and some of them are too tight - there's no way, right? It's impossible, right??
But, impossible or not, the fact remains that Shuji can't be seen by others in poorly-fitting clothes. He pulls together the most acceptable outfit he can and goes shopping for replacements.
At least three stores and perhaps a dozen increasingly frustrated trips to the changing rooms later, Shuji has had enough. He bursts out of the changing room with the latest of not-quite-right clothing and starts to wail.]
It's impossible! It's impossible that nothing in this city fits me! I don't even have an unusual body shape so there's no way that I can't find a single pair of pants that fit right! I'll be doomed to wear a potato sack for the rest of my life...!
[He's not being quiet and probably disturbing the shopping experience of other customers, or whatever poor employees are working today.]
[BONUS: at least it's not newts]
[Shuji's not afraid of bugs. He's bigger than them, for one thing. Spiders, okay, sure, but if it's something like an ant, he'll just let it do its thing in peace.
...That said, this is kind of a little much... Shuji expects the other app-users have been getting this deluge of messages about insects and plants, so he'll make a complaint.]
Did the Retrospec PR department binge-watch bug-themeed B-movies recently? Or is someone just really into them?
[WILDCARD: wage slave]
[Ah, spring. A time for beautiful flowers to bloom - big ones this year. Naturally, it's also a time for pollen allergies to start acting up. Which means that the pharmacy in his convenience store is much more busy. In general, when any part of Shuji's store gets more customers, Shuji suffers.]
I'm sorry, but... we really can't apply coupons that are already expired...
[Scene: a woman attempting to pay for a good number of anti-allergy medicine bottles with a pile of expired coupons, some of which Shuji thinks date back to last year. Not that he would say that out loud, because he's too busy shrinking backwards as the woman gets increasingly loud and aggressive about how he should just give her a discount since she wasted so much time gathering them all up.]
I-I really can't take any money off your purchase, the machine won't let me...
[He looks like he might cry.]
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Hey, lady, maybe you're not understanding what's going on here. The coupons are like you. Cheap and expired.
[The lady stops and stands aghast for a moment before launching into some tirade about how this has nothing to do with him-]
Your words are like your coupons too. Big in quantity, but totally worthless. Your attitude needs a discount.
[...It's hard to tell whether she's embarrassed for herself or because those were the lamest one liners imaginable, but it gets her to shut up and pay, at least.]
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When Silver makes it to the front of the line, after the couponer leaves, Shuji gives him a huge smile.]
You're my hero.
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[...It's a joke. It's hard to tell with his expression- or lack thereof- but the twenty he sets down is more than enough to pay for some aleve and skittles.]
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iii
She's not even here to shop— she just wanted to get out of the rain for a bit— but holds a shirt in her hands all the same. Without even trying it on, it's obviously going to be baggy, but her normal clothes err to the side of baggy anyways. That's called style.
And this is called shut up: she wads the shirt up, and flings it hard at Shuji's face. ]
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What was that for?! Adding injury to insult...!
[It was just a shirt, Shuji, it didn't even break your nose.]
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[ Mafuyu... yeah, she picks that shirt up from the ground, not out of any courtesy to the salespeople or the store itself, but to wad back up and slap across Shuji's face one more time. ]
This shirt is fine! Just wear it, you potato!
[ LOOK potatoes are good and wholesome, she loves potatoes, also big shirts are no big deal ]
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iii
But for now, his complaints are addressed by a woman in a denim shirt dress that falls below the knee, coupled with looking quite baggy on her...even the belt around her waist isn't helping it look less ridiculous.]
You too? I weighed myself this morning and I'm the exact same, so I don't know what the hell all of this is...
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I'm the same weight as I was last week. So, there's no way this can be right, right? It's not like someone would sabotage our wardrobes. That would be the absolute lamest prank.
[But, if that's not it, then what's going on...?]
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[Like, the store too...? And it just so happens to be whatever clothes they pick out?]
Something's up.
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bonus.
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III
Excuse me, how ill-fitting are the clothes? If it's not too big of a difference, you could get them altered to fit you better.
[ Said calmly. Even if he's annoyed it would do him no good to actually show it. ]
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Some of them are close enough that I could get them tailored, but if I do that with enough clothes to fix my wardrobe, it'd cost... probably all my savings... Maybe if I take extra shifts at work...? No, it's hopeless, it's hopeless, I can't let myself be seen...
[Definitely still upset.]
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[ He gestures at one of the oversized shirts. He can tell Shuji is upset -- and a part of him is admittedly also rather unhappy at the idea that these clothes are the only ones that can be bought -- but realistically this seems to be about the only solution he can offer. ]
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he blinks as shuji bursts from the changing room, and then smiles once he realizes it's someone he's chatted with before. ]
Oh, hey.
[ sliding his hands into his pockets, his gives shuji a cursory glance over his outfit before electing to shrug. ]
—Nothin' wrong with a potato sack. They're livable, if you gotta.
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It's not livable, I would die if someone I knew saw me in anything less than-
[Pause. Realization that John is someone he knows, if only barely, and that he is currently seeing him in less than acceptable clothing.]
I was never here. This didn't happen. Please don't repeat anything about this to anyone.
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You really don't look that bad, you know...
[ sincerely! he adjusts an overall, absentmindedly. ]
A belt could fix whatever you got going on, probably. [ ah, he might be a tad naive of the current crisis. ]
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wildcard ofc
He gives Shuji a long-suffering look, the "I've been there" look of Service Industry Commiseration, before he huffs and turns his attention to the customer.]
Some of us have shit to do, lady, would you hurry up and get out of the way?
[despite the sour glare on his face, Chuuya is not a very physically intimidating person, so she just... brushes him off. which, naturally, only serves to piss him off more.]
Hey! I'm talking to you, here!
[on the plus side: she is no longer yelling at Shuji.
minus side: now she and one very offended bartender are making even more of a scene yelling at each other.
this wouldn't be the first store he's started a fight in and it won't be the last]
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There's no way a simple cashier can deal with this. For this, he needs a Manager.
The problem being that even though he's pressed the button to get a manager over here, managers are not genies who come instantaneously - they need time to make their way over. So Shuji will do his best to de-escalate until then.]
Could - could you both please calm down, I'll have a manager over here right away to deal with it, so- if you can just wait a minute...?
[Generally, attempting mediation works better if you're not visibly cringing.]
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Ma'am. You're holding up the line.
[...Toshi's the only one in the line.
...But also he is huge and that is intimidating, so the lady sputters and pays (without coupons) and rushes out the door as soon as she has her receipt.
Toshi turns his smile (a little toned down now) on the poor cashier.]
Don't worry about people like her too much, alright? She just needed a target. It's not your fault.
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This job really doesn't suit me...
[He's way too thin-skinned.]
Thank you.
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wildcard.
Hence why, looking at Shuji but speaking loudly (not that he really needs to, what with standing behind the woman):]
Hey, do you need me to kick her out?
[Not that he should be picking fights with people, but.........]
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No, I'll just call for a manager, it's fine...
[Except that woman heard Brett, of course, and is now huffing that she's not doing anything wrong and how dare he imply that!]
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