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House 1 is... number... 1??????

Who: Genjo Sanzo (

ascertain)
What: Roommates Finding Out They're Roommates and The Chaos That Ensues
Where: House 1 in the Residential District
Warning(s): Smoking, Swearing, and the Pure Horror That Lambdadelta is Capable Of.

[It didn't take Sanzo long to find his home, it was one of the very first buildings on the block of the residential block after all.

Scratch that, it was absolutely the first house on the block.

But it was upon walking in that he soon realized how small and cramped it was. Not that it bothered him, cramped was comfortable. It was the overly extravagant and spacious that got to him. Actually, if you ignored the cracks in the walls and the slightly old and musty smell the place carried, it seemed to have it's own charm to it. Kind of.... Sort of.

At least at the moment it seemed he was all alone in it, and he knew better than to expect that that would always be the case. So, while he was able to enjoy his privacy, he decided to get to something that was plaguing his mind all day.

Taking a deep sigh, he stepped over to the couch and quickly threw the heavy camouflage jacket that he found off his body. The clothes he had found among the rubble and debris during their crash-land to the planet had spared him the shame of traveling to Olympia in tattered robes, but he was happy to get out of what he was wearing as quickly as possible.

Now, where could the bathroom be located in this shit-hole?]

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[Yusei turns to stare at Sanzo. So you don't know this person either...?]

I'm not sure, since I just found him like this. Smells like he's been drinking.

[just gonna gnaw a bit on this cabbage in his sleep. Om nom nom nom. Not bad. Maybe he's dreaming about a feast. You wouldn't want to wake him from that, right?]

................

[What the fuck is this scene even? Who is this guy? How did he get in? Is he sleep-eating the cabbage that he bought for the hotpot he was going to make later? Just... What the Hell?]

Hey. You. Get the fuck up.

[Don't mind this monk as he casually kicks you in the side while saying that Gintoki.]

Have you now?

[Truthfully? Sanzo could see it. Yusei seemed to be the type to get himself into a lot of unnecessary trouble fairly often. Luck was something that was almost necessary for survival with those sorts of people.

Darwinism can suck it as long as dumb luck is on your side.

Digging the tweezers in deeper, his eyes squinted and his other arm held Yuseis shoulder still. It took a bit of finagling, but with a bit of concentration Sanzo had successful obtained a grasp on the bullet.]

All right, here we go now.

[And with a slow and steady yoink does the monk begin to extract the bullet from the teen he just shot.]

A few times.

["A few." This goddamn liar. Even without dueling, he's gotten out of several lucky scrapes. He'd laugh, but Sanzo's starting to pull out the bullet, and he has to bite down on the rag just to make sure he doesn't lose concentration. It's not nearly as bad as the surgery, but it's not like Yusei wants to imagine pain worse than what he's feeling right now.

Prying the bullet loose unblocks whatever artery it had jammed up, causing more blood to leak out the wound even as Sanzo works at prying it out.]

[...You know what? He'll leave this to Sanzo. Yusei will just start...boiling some water for instant coffee. Maybe the smell will get this weirdo to wake up a bit.]

I can see that.

[Kid you are a serious trouper. With one slow but final tug was Sanzo able to loosen the bullet from the wound. Ignoring the splatter of blood that came out with it for a second in order to place the little ball of led someplace safe.

And then, with a little more urgency, did he reach around to grab the torn fabric from Yuseis mouth.]

Let go. I need this again.

Oi! Can you hear me down there? Wake up!

[And Sanzo would continue to beat a drunkard while he was down. That was his cabbage god dammit. He had plans for that!

He's just going to continue to kick Gintoki a few more times, hoping that if he does it enough the guy would either budge or die. Truthfully either outcome was fine by him.]

[Sanzo's first kick dislodges Gintoki from the cabbage; he'll slump to the kitchen floor, spitting out a few pieces with a cough from that kick. After another kick, he'll sleepily hold up a hand, catching Sanzo's foot in a surprisingly strong and steady grip for someone who just woke up.

He'll shove the foot back as he sits up with a yawn, rubbing the sleep from one eye with his free hand. ]

Since when was it okay to just barge into a stranger's room, hah? I don't know you people at all, I just wanna sleep!

[He'll grumble in annoyance, then open his eyes in a squint, wince because he's a little hungover, then blink them open more. He was sitting in what definitely looked like a kitchen, and not a bedroom. He'll reach out to touch the fridge, as if he's making sure it was real.]

. . . Hnn.

[This wasn't a room at all.]

Edited 2017-09-20 17:39 (UTC)

We should be the ones asking that.

[Hey, you smell that? That strong, fragrant scent that wakes you up a little just by smelling it. That scent that'd be really nice right around now 'cause you're a teensy bit hungover.

That's right, that's coffee. Yusei's pouring a cup of instant right now. Delicious. You sure could use some right now, right? Yusei seems to think so, as he kneels next to you while you're still getting your bearings, holding the coffee cup just barely out of reach.

Only then he stands up right at the moment you probably start thinking that the coffee's for you. No coffee until you fess up, fridge guy.]

Who are you?

[Yusei immediately lets go after a single tug, trying not to disturb his bleeding arm as he reaches out for the first aid kit. Disenfectants, gauze, whatever...as long as he can use it to get this stopped up, it'll work...]

Gh...the hard part's done with....

[It did smell good, but it was way too bitter. Try again after adding a couple of spoonfuls of sugar to it, Yusei.

Gintoki is looking critically at the fridge for now. Well, he'd fallen asleep a lot of different places, but that was a new one. He should write it in his diary. Like hell he had a diary.

He'll pop his neck and rotate his shoulders a bit before climbing to his feet, and it's only after a final stretch, arms over head, another yawn, and then settling down with his arm tucked into his kimono that he'll answer.]

Sakata Gintoki. I'm living here now, since I was told to.

[He'll look over Yusei and Sanzo one more time, like it's the first time he's seeing them. Yeah, he's awake now.]

Edited 2017-09-23 22:28 (UTC)

That's right brat. Now you just have to heal.

[And what do you think you're doing making a grab for those supplies on your own? He's not chopped liver you know.

Taking the disinfectant from under Yuseis hand he popped it open.]

This'll sting like a bitch but it's better than what you already felt.

[And he'll just casually pour the bottle over the wound without a care in the world.]

[Yusei likes to expedite the process.

...He winces when the bottle is poured over his wound, though, for more reasons than one.]

Isn't doing it this way...wasteful...?

[Seriously, dude. How much disinfectant did you just dump on his shoulder? Half the bottle?]

[This was all simply too ridiculous. Did this man simply expect them to go along with it just because he said he was assigned here? Not on his ruined cabbage he wouldn't.]

Well I've got news for you bucko. We're all filled up on goddamn roommates.

[Sure the reason one of them was living there was simply because Sanzo dragged him into the house himself, but that was beside the point. Three was already a crowd, and anyway, this guy looked like a trouble maker.]

So you can just walk your hungover ass out of here.

[You also owe him money for the food you spoiled.]

Better safe than sorry. It's a pretty fucking big hole in your arm and if it gets infected then there'd be no point in everything we did to help you heal up. Drink this.

[Quickly he passed a small bottle over to Yusei, before making a grab for the sterile wrapped bandages in the first aid kit.]

It tastes like shit but it should help close the wound pretty damn fast.

[He's hoping that eventually he can get them to make this medicine in grape flavor.]

[There's being safe, and then there's this, Yusei thinks, but it's already wasted and if he spends more time complaining he'll bleed out and waste all the effort he'd gone through.

He shrugs and opens the bottle.]

...Lysa's medicine.

[Well, he knows what to expect from that, even if he hasn't taken it himself before. You'd better have left enough alcohol to wash this down after all this is done, old man.

It says something about Yusei that he downs the contents of the small bottle like a shot. He doesn't grimace, exactly, but there is a definite crinkling around his eyes and he falters in scrabbling for the bandages long enough that Sanzo is able to grab them without interference.

Grape flavor can't help this.]

Edited 2017-09-28 16:05 (UTC)

[Groan. This can't be right. Three people in a two person apartment is already pushing it. Four people is...doable, but not if someone sleeps in the fridge. He's the one paying and/or working for rent here!]

Are you sure this is the house number you were assigned to?

[Maybe you were meant to go to a different house, buddy.]

[Don't worry brat. Drinks are on him as soon as all this bullshit is handled and done with. But for now he's contentedly wrapping up your shoulder with the experience of a man who's done this far too many times in his life.]

Had that shit before huh?

[Sanzo needed it himself when he first landed. It didn't help that he was still scarred up from his battle back home when he first woke up in the pods. But spraining his arm during the fall only made things worse.

It tasted like shit, and he regretted the time spent after taking it due to how nauseous he felt. But for a wound like this it was worth it.]

There. That should about do it.

[Blegh. He's feeling dizzy already. The tightness of the bandages being wrapped around his arm is the only comfort at the moment, it's almost reassuring in how well they're wrapped.]

No. [Give him a second, even speaking with the taste in his mouth is making him queasy.] Helped administer it, once. Side effects were...something. [They sure were.]

Yeah, tell me about it. Some brat convinced me to take it and the next thing I knew he was literally dragging me around trying to get me a hotel room to rest.

[None the less, it healed physical wounds quick. So it was perfect for this situation.]

Vomit on the floor though and I'm making you clean that too.

[Sanzo is the best care-giver.]

Mmh. Still, it works better than anything I've seen, so I'm not complaining...

[Much. Yusei would roll his eyes if he could, but instead he just leans back in the chair to take a deep, steadying breath.

Can he have that drink yet.]

[Pft. And give you incentive to throw up all over the place? No way. You get to wait until the nausea passes kiddo. Then we'll get krunked together.]

Mph. Shits fucking miraculous, even if it does taste like warm fresh shit.

[Because that's the best way to describe things to sick people.]

I see people complain about the tech here, but I think it's far more advanced than most initially believe. It's just advanced in a different way then they're used to.

[Maybe he's just more accustomed to it because it's fairly similar to his own world.]

[But daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad.]

They say the worse the medicine tastes, the better it works. [Weak grin. He's totally trying to grit through it, isn't he.]

It's...supplemented with whatever they're calling "magic." If you think about it like that...it'd make sense that some things aren't as advanced as they would be back home...

[With magic to make up for things...you probably wouldn't consider more technological options, would you?]

I wouldn't know about that.

[Truthfully his own world was quite similar to the one here. At least, it was probably more so the same than it seemed to be for most of everyone else that ended up here.]

I don't think magic should be an excuse for a lack of science. In fact, I believe they are more like yin and yang, where one can not exist without at least a little bit of the other.

Just because two separate means of possibility cannot interact with each other does not mean that they are unable to coexist.

After all, magic is pretty heavily relied upon where I'm from, but I would like to think our technology is fairly adept as well.

Perhaps your world simply lacks that balance, and your technology only seems advance due to how un-advanced your world is with its magic.

[Oops, are we getting too philosophical? Obviously he should have some of this booze that's close by.]

Or at least I can assume as much with how you phrased "magic" just now.

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oh, sanzo-samaaaa~

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