pineneedleseer: (Default)
morty of ecruteak city ([personal profile] pineneedleseer) wrote in [community profile] smash_logs2012-02-13 08:53 pm

oh, you're still very young . . .

Who: Morty and YOU!!!
What: Appropriate fortune telling
Where: Morty’s classroom
When: February 13th – time varies
Warnings: it depends???

Just as Morty promised, his classroom would/will be open all day the day of February 13th. The door is swung open and inviting you in is some pretty calming music. Maybe also the smell of incense and ~atmospheric lighting~.

Walking in, you’ll see that Morty has moved the students’ desks against the back wall of his classroom and has moved his desk to the middle of the room. All his usual crap and scrolls have been pushed off and hidden somewhere so the only thing sitting atop it is a intricate table cloth and a lit candle. There are two chairs on each side of the desk, one of which Morty is sitting in.

He’s not wearing his usual clothes. Instead, he has switched them out for more ... drapey gypsy-like clothes (he gets really into this stuff, okay, call him eccentric if you want. He has a soft spot for this stuff no matter how ridiculous as it is). His hair is pulled back and he may or may not be wearing lipstick. There’s ink on his hands and he’ll wave you on in whether you’re alone or with someone else:

“Come in, come in. Have a seat~”




((Have a seat, indeed! Go ahead and start posting – with a time in the subject line if you want – and it’ll go from there.
You can still post to this this entry; it is forever open.
Your dudes are free to come in and just chat Morty up or harass him too. Have fun! :D

ETA; RNG results for those who have posted are now up on that entry!))
findthepenguin: (Whut?)

[personal profile] findthepenguin 2012-02-16 05:31 am (UTC)(link)
Kanji was still abnormally tense. The guy said not to get so defensive, so Kanji attempted to calm down. ATTEMPTED. But damn he really couldn't. Especially not after the guy so accurately identified him as being the son of a textile shop owner.

"H-how the fuck do you know about the textile shop?" he asked. That was a deflection of the next part: all of the "male" influence in his life. There was no way Kanji was going to address that when he could deflect it!
tatsumi_k: (Tch!)

[personal profile] tatsumi_k 2012-02-17 05:27 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yeah but I thought this whole mind-reading fortune, hocus-pocus stuff was a load of bull crap! How the hell did you know about my mom? You go stalking the school records or somethin'?"

But he accepted the TV world. Why couldn't he accept the fortune-telling? Simple; he didn't want to. He didn't want to accept that what this guy was telling him about men was the truth. It wasn't the truth at all. It couldn't be. He liked women, all right? He liked Naoto, and only was attracted to her when he thought she was a guy because he could still detect that she was a girl... Right? Right? That's what he told himself.

"Man, I'm outta here."

Kanji stood up and walked out. He couldn't handle this. Sorry, Morty.