[so he'd heard something about an app, and he'd heard something about changes, and - memories? he'd heard a lot of things about a lot of different things, but the issue at hand is that it's... all - how did they say? 'on the line'. and mikazuki munechika is many things. he's a very intelligent museum curator who is known for bring in some truly delightful artifacts from all over the world, he's the former head of the sanjou family though that's since been passed down to his sweet son, and he's everyone favorite grandfather figure who spends his day meandering the parks, gardens, and halls of the museum to share fun facts about the treasures and hands out roasted acorns.
he is not, uh, on the line. or tikking the toks, as the kids say.
hence why he'd spent the better part of the month minding his own business, thinking occasionally of how he missed the horses as these new feathered animals didn't seem as delicious to eat. but no one else paid it any mind, so mikazuki did not either aside from trying to decipher how all of his portraits depicting horses changed overnight. it became his personal project, but why would some little rectangular box be of help?
up until one morning when he awoke, and his face was not his own. he'd slid out of his unreasonably large bed, slid on his orthopedic slippers, and thought that today would be a good day, for his joints did not seem to be creaking all too angrily at him. when he awoke, he found himself face to face with a young man and thought that perhaps there was a new attendant who'd been hired who'd gotten lost.
until he realized this face was somewhat familiar.
moments later, he retrieves his intelligent phone from where it is diligently charging, and taps on the screen to try to reach an old friend - perhaps the only one in the city who would know this face as intimately as mikazuki did, and could tell him if he was seeing things.
this is how mikazuki munechika is trying to facetime, but he's pressing the phone to the side of his head, so there's nothing but blackness:]
Ah, Tsurumaru? My dearest Tsurumaru, this is Mikazuki Munechika speaking. I hope this call finds you in good health.
he misses his farm, but the bright side of being on a vacation means that he no longer has to wake up at an ungodly early hour to tend to his chickens, and can instead sleep in. it's because of this that he hasn't actually seen himself yet.
unlike mikazuki, tsuru knows a few things about the smart phones. one of the helpers on his farm, sadamune, has been very insistent on teaching him how the internet works. is tsuru particularly good at it? not really. but he has a vague understanding of what a meme is, and that it's popular with the kids. he's hip. but because of that, he has actually looked at the app. does he know how to actually work it? no. but he is aware it exists and that people are using it, and every now and then he will open it and make it to somewhere he is trying to go, and then think his phone broke when he can't figure out the touch screen.
still. knowing about the app doesn't really mean he fully knows what's going on, especially since he hasn't personally experienced anything too strange-- plus, he's only visiting for a month or two, and he hasn't lived here in years. all of the people involved seem relatively on the younger side, so he doesn't really have anyone to talk to. but still, it seems generally harmless. like a meme.
when he gets the phone call, tsuru does not pick up right away. but he'll lift his head to peak at the screen, and as soon as he sees the name on it, he'll answer. of course he does. ]
I was asleep, Mikazuki.
[ is this a... video chat? why is it dark??? is his phone broken. where's sadamune. please come fix his phone he doesn't know what to do here ]
Do you need help getting up again? I believe emergency services can help with that.
You are my emergency services for as long as you are in the city bounds, my dear. [he's joking, probably. but also, speaking with warmth that definitely isn't befitting his concerns] Good morning. I hope you slept well. Shall we have breakfast together?
[isn't this supposed to be an urgent call.
but there's not particularly anything rushed or urgent as mikazuki is already puttering around the spacious room of his chambers. he moves slowly, a shuffling in his slippers and there's only the slightest peeks of light when his phone shifts against the curve of his face. it's a beautiful face and while mikazuki still managed to age gracefully it seems like even from the glimpses that the crow's feet by his eyes have disappeared.
it's a bit of a tease though, as he still does not realize he started a facetime and not a normal call. this beautiful man is trying to decide if he still needs to take his vitamins???]
I wonder, how clearly might you remember our school days? When we were boyish and careless...
[ what i hate is that, tsuru's first thought is that mikazuki is looking into skincare. what's that one store he's heard about? sephiroth? he's walked by it while going shopping here, and it unfortunately checks out. so he accepts this.
still, he sets the phone down and sits up to stretch and-- hm. normally he can't stretch that far without aching. it makes him pause. ]
in truth, given the two of them, they are always boyish and careless. and in addition to that, he would always like to reminisce over tea. he's waddled over to the bathroom by now, which is far more ornate than an old man could need, but just because you get older, that doesn't mean that you should be living more simply? (it kind of does.)
he admires his own reflection in the mirror, tilting his head as he adjusts his bangs given his new asymmetrical haircut. this is what the kay poppies look like these days, no? might people stanley for this?]
Do you remember our faces from our youth? Weren't we so lovely back then? I wonder what trouble we could have caused.... or might cause now if we looked the same.
[ he is all for thinking fondly back to old times, but now he is wondering if dementia has finally hit his old friend or something. this is such an odd choice of words. ]
I believe you would have many followers on the facebook.
Oh, why thank you. And you would be glowing upward as well.
[please stop this thread i hate every second of it
but tsurumaru probably has fair reason to be worried about that, given that they're uhhh ancient. they're officially elderly by now, and while mikazuki would still like to think that he's sharp as a tack - the more that he looks back at this strange person in the mirror who is so familiar and yet so far away from what he knows of himself... he feels more disconnected from reality.
it's a little concerning, but it still fails to leak into his tone.]
What do you think you would do, if you could be so young and fit again? Where would your legs carry you?
I would like to see my chickens. They wouldn't be able to outrun me anymore.
[ please have a real goal
but he will now try to actually ease his way off his bed. it usually takes some effort, where sometimes even sadamune or some of his other workers will have to come in and help him up, but he moves off immediately. it's a little startling, and he looks in confusion at his feet then to his bed. ]
But... I think I would just like to do anything fun. They say life is short, but it is actually rather long... it's just the amount of things your body lets you do gets short.
[ . . . and there is just a brief, almost faraway musing:]
We have lived a rather long time, haven't we...
[a wistful statement, said barely any louder than a sigh - and directly contrasting the youthful face in front of him. mikazuki pulls the sleeves of his robes, adjusting theme ever so slightly. tighter as they are now on his frame, which similarly does not feel quite so feeble or as though it is in a constant fight against gravity.
despite this, he turns and goes to leave his bedroom]
I will come fetch you from the guest room then, and I will borrow you to do something fun. Please await me.
[jiji, your nonsequiturs
but he will finally pull the phone away from his ear and should tsurumaru glance at his phone screen, he'll see that it then floods with light and an all too familiar face. mikazuki munechika, looking no older than his mid-20s. he stares down at his screen intently even as his hand moves slowly, going to tap on the red button to end the call with an amused mumble of 'oh, is it this one?'
and then it ends, and he shuffles slowly but surely out the door and down the hall. he is walking so slowly. it does not occur to him to move faster.]
[ hallucinations are a symptom. a trick of the light? he may understand technology slightly better than mikazuki thanks to the assistance of the youth, but that understanding is still at the most basic of levels. perhaps this is one of those... filters? did mikazuki use one on accident?
ah, well.
tsurumaru is still in his pajamas, but he won't have time to change; it takes too long, and even though this building is large, he'd rather not risk it. so he simply walks over to the door to poke his head out. ]
Maybe he wants to go find chickens. I guess there are those large ones around the city.
[mikazuki is also in his pajamas? it's kind of a problem. because they're very fine pajamas, probably silk, and they are the pajamas belonging to the honored former head of the family. the estate that they live in is nice, tucked away in a part of the city, and the staff is a little bit more limited than it is in the main house where his son and the rest of their family lives. but the staff don't even seem to pay him any mind outside of the vaguely worried, 'You didn't wish to call for one of us to assist you, sir?']
Ah... no, all is well, all is well. Perhaps in time.
[it's okay, he's allowed to have a crazy old man tendency here or there. except no one is reacting to him like he's crazy for appearing younger... what is going on....
eventually he meanders far enough down the hall that he approaches the guest room and - pauses. for the face that he sees poking out of tsurumaru's room is one that is similarly distant and familiar to mikazuki's own reflection.
that is the face of the young man who enchanted him from the day they met.]
My, oh my. So perhaps it is not just my eyes playing tricks on this old soul...
it's almost like seeing a ghost, and he once again wonders if this is some sort of hallucination. he can't really help but to step forward, like he's about to reach out... but he stops. ]
Did I forget to take my pills...?
[ he turns around to pad back into the room. where are his meds. something is wrong. ]
Ha ha ha. Did you? You look better without them if you did.
[MIKAZUKI DON'T JUST TELL AN OLD MAN NOT TO TAKE HIS PILLS JUST BECAUSE HE'S A BISHOUNEN NOW
but he will also pad in after quietly, closing the door quietly behind him. every step he takes is still measured and slow, even as he putters around the guest room, searching for a hand mirror that's probably in here somewhere. eventually he is able to locate one and then wherever tsurumaru is, he turns to him]
Ah. Dear Kuninaga-kun [he's teasing], turn this way for a surprise.
[because he probably still loves surprises?
but mikazuki will just
hold up the mirror to face tsurumaru then, so he can get a look at his own face, just in case he hadn't made it yet since he just woke up,,]
[chances of mikazuki witnessing this post and just letting it happen are so high - though he does have a few other things to attend to because at the end of the day, this is still the city in which he works
and for some reason he's always refused to retire, like there's something in his soul that refuses to be relegated to the back as only an observer and not an actor
regardless he is having tea and reading as someone already helped him change that morning - though there sits a fresh flower arrangement in front of him because why not]
Good day. Come in, come in. [he says just for the sake of it bc nothing will stop tsurumaru at this point]
[ he wanders of, pausing at the flowers. his hand reaches out to touch the petals of one, before he drops it to his side and refocuses his attention on mikazuki. ]
I was given an address, but I have no idea where this is.
If the usual ones aren't available then you must simply make new ones.
[ find more ways to inconvenience the people around you!
but he will pull out his phone and wander over. the address belongs to a cafe in the city that's close to the university. tsuru has no idea where this is there are probably so many more fuckin streets and buildings here now since when he lived here ]
Surely you are not encouraging tardiness, my dear...
[he knows he is
anyway mikazuki will just hum thoughtfully as he taps on the phone screen about twice more than he need to in order to try to read the address.]
Ha ha, ah I am familiar with this location. Their matcha is very good. I will grab a cup as well. [don't invite yourself on tsuru's date. he's getting up] Let's be off, let's be off.
[ out of habit, he immediately reaches out to help mikazuki up. he realizes halfway through the motion that it's not really needed anymore, but he continues to do so anyway. ]
The matcha... hmm, I'll try it, too.
[ but once jiji is up he will wander to the door ]
[mikazuki smiles just a bit wider with the help, some of his amusement reaching the corners of his eyes. he lets himself lean slightly into tsurumaru's touch - though not so much he's off-balance when the other pulls away]
You may need to add sugar so it is more akin to your tastes. You will be very energetic afterward.
[they'll walk down the halls then, headed for the front. jiji will tell one of his staff that he'd like the car brought around to the front again, and trust that they will simply move faster than these two former grandpas]
The last of our exhibit pieces should've arrived today. They are on loan from the imperial collection, so it seems the transfer process was more heavily guarded.
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regain one: i'm a bishounen now.
he is not, uh, on the line. or tikking the toks, as the kids say.
hence why he'd spent the better part of the month minding his own business, thinking occasionally of how he missed the horses as these new feathered animals didn't seem as delicious to eat. but no one else paid it any mind, so mikazuki did not either aside from trying to decipher how all of his portraits depicting horses changed overnight. it became his personal project, but why would some little rectangular box be of help?
up until one morning when he awoke, and his face was not his own. he'd slid out of his unreasonably large bed, slid on his orthopedic slippers, and thought that today would be a good day, for his joints did not seem to be creaking all too angrily at him. when he awoke, he found himself face to face with a young man and thought that perhaps there was a new attendant who'd been hired who'd gotten lost.
until he realized this face was somewhat familiar.
moments later, he retrieves his intelligent phone from where it is diligently charging, and taps on the screen to try to reach an old friend - perhaps the only one in the city who would know this face as intimately as mikazuki did, and could tell him if he was seeing things.
this is how mikazuki munechika is trying to facetime, but he's pressing the phone to the side of his head, so there's nothing but blackness:]
Ah, Tsurumaru? My dearest Tsurumaru, this is Mikazuki Munechika speaking. I hope this call finds you in good health.
[he starts his phone call like a letter]
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he misses his farm, but the bright side of being on a vacation means that he no longer has to wake up at an ungodly early hour to tend to his chickens, and can instead sleep in. it's because of this that he hasn't actually seen himself yet.
unlike mikazuki, tsuru knows a few things about the smart phones. one of the helpers on his farm, sadamune, has been very insistent on teaching him how the internet works. is tsuru particularly good at it? not really. but he has a vague understanding of what a meme is, and that it's popular with the kids. he's hip. but because of that, he has actually looked at the app. does he know how to actually work it? no. but he is aware it exists and that people are using it, and every now and then he will open it and make it to somewhere he is trying to go, and then think his phone broke when he can't figure out the touch screen.
still. knowing about the app doesn't really mean he fully knows what's going on, especially since he hasn't personally experienced anything too strange-- plus, he's only visiting for a month or two, and he hasn't lived here in years. all of the people involved seem relatively on the younger side, so he doesn't really have anyone to talk to. but still, it seems generally harmless. like a meme.
when he gets the phone call, tsuru does not pick up right away. but he'll lift his head to peak at the screen, and as soon as he sees the name on it, he'll answer. of course he does. ]
I was asleep, Mikazuki.
[ is this a... video chat? why is it dark??? is his phone broken. where's sadamune. please come fix his phone he doesn't know what to do here ]
Do you need help getting up again? I believe emergency services can help with that.
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[isn't this supposed to be an urgent call.
but there's not particularly anything rushed or urgent as mikazuki is already puttering around the spacious room of his chambers. he moves slowly, a shuffling in his slippers and there's only the slightest peeks of light when his phone shifts against the curve of his face. it's a beautiful face and while mikazuki still managed to age gracefully it seems like even from the glimpses that the crow's feet by his eyes have disappeared.
it's a bit of a tease though, as he still does not realize he started a facetime and not a normal call. this beautiful man is trying to decide if he still needs to take his vitamins???]
I wonder, how clearly might you remember our school days? When we were boyish and careless...
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[ what i hate is that, tsuru's first thought is that mikazuki is looking into skincare. what's that one store he's heard about? sephiroth? he's walked by it while going shopping here, and it unfortunately checks out. so he accepts this.
still, he sets the phone down and sits up to stretch and-- hm. normally he can't stretch that far without aching. it makes him pause. ]
Do you want to reminisce over tea?
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[what is he replying to?
yes.
in truth, given the two of them, they are always boyish and careless. and in addition to that, he would always like to reminisce over tea. he's waddled over to the bathroom by now, which is far more ornate than an old man could need, but just because you get older, that doesn't mean that you should be living more simply? (it kind of does.)
he admires his own reflection in the mirror, tilting his head as he adjusts his bangs given his new asymmetrical haircut. this is what the kay poppies look like these days, no? might people stanley for this?]
Do you remember our faces from our youth? Weren't we so lovely back then? I wonder what trouble we could have caused.... or might cause now if we looked the same.
[is that how he's leading into it]
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Yes...?
[ he is all for thinking fondly back to old times, but now he is wondering if dementia has finally hit his old friend or something. this is such an odd choice of words. ]
I believe you would have many followers on the facebook.
[ not the right social media but close enough ]
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[please stop this thread i hate every second of it
but tsurumaru probably has fair reason to be worried about that, given that they're uhhh ancient. they're officially elderly by now, and while mikazuki would still like to think that he's sharp as a tack - the more that he looks back at this strange person in the mirror who is so familiar and yet so far away from what he knows of himself... he feels more disconnected from reality.
it's a little concerning, but it still fails to leak into his tone.]
What do you think you would do, if you could be so young and fit again? Where would your legs carry you?
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[ please have a real goal
but he will now try to actually ease his way off his bed. it usually takes some effort, where sometimes even sadamune or some of his other workers will have to come in and help him up, but he moves off immediately. it's a little startling, and he looks in confusion at his feet then to his bed. ]
But... I think I would just like to do anything fun. They say life is short, but it is actually rather long... it's just the amount of things your body lets you do gets short.
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We have lived a rather long time, haven't we...
[a wistful statement, said barely any louder than a sigh - and directly contrasting the youthful face in front of him. mikazuki pulls the sleeves of his robes, adjusting theme ever so slightly. tighter as they are now on his frame, which similarly does not feel quite so feeble or as though it is in a constant fight against gravity.
despite this, he turns and goes to leave his bedroom]
I will come fetch you from the guest room then, and I will borrow you to do something fun. Please await me.
[jiji, your nonsequiturs
but he will finally pull the phone away from his ear and should tsurumaru glance at his phone screen, he'll see that it then floods with light and an all too familiar face. mikazuki munechika, looking no older than his mid-20s. he stares down at his screen intently even as his hand moves slowly, going to tap on the red button to end the call with an amused mumble of 'oh, is it this one?'
and then it ends, and he shuffles slowly but surely out the door and down the hall. he is walking so slowly. it does not occur to him to move faster.]
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[ hallucinations are a symptom. a trick of the light? he may understand technology slightly better than mikazuki thanks to the assistance of the youth, but that understanding is still at the most basic of levels. perhaps this is one of those... filters? did mikazuki use one on accident?
ah, well.
tsurumaru is still in his pajamas, but he won't have time to change; it takes too long, and even though this building is large, he'd rather not risk it. so he simply walks over to the door to poke his head out. ]
Maybe he wants to go find chickens. I guess there are those large ones around the city.
[ chocobos ]
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Ah... no, all is well, all is well. Perhaps in time.
[it's okay, he's allowed to have a crazy old man tendency here or there. except no one is reacting to him like he's crazy for appearing younger... what is going on....
eventually he meanders far enough down the hall that he approaches the guest room and - pauses. for the face that he sees poking out of tsurumaru's room is one that is similarly distant and familiar to mikazuki's own reflection.
that is the face of the young man who enchanted him from the day they met.]
My, oh my. So perhaps it is not just my eyes playing tricks on this old soul...
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it's almost like seeing a ghost, and he once again wonders if this is some sort of hallucination. he can't really help but to step forward, like he's about to reach out... but he stops. ]
Did I forget to take my pills...?
[ he turns around to pad back into the room. where are his meds. something is wrong. ]
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[MIKAZUKI DON'T JUST TELL AN OLD MAN NOT TO TAKE HIS PILLS JUST BECAUSE HE'S A BISHOUNEN NOW
but he will also pad in after quietly, closing the door quietly behind him. every step he takes is still measured and slow, even as he putters around the guest room, searching for a hand mirror that's probably in here somewhere. eventually he is able to locate one and then wherever tsurumaru is, he turns to him]
Ah. Dear Kuninaga-kun [he's teasing], turn this way for a surprise.
[because he probably still loves surprises?
but mikazuki will just
hold up the mirror to face tsurumaru then, so he can get a look at his own face, just in case he hadn't made it yet since he just woke up,,]
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go to bed binch
no
fuck you
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I APPARENTLY NEVER SENT THIS TAG DESPITE WRITING IT WEEKS AGO
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finally makes a new thread
HELLO
I WANT TO REQUEST A MEEEETING WITH SOMEONE TO TA LK ABOT ALl of this. Please respond.
[ a lot of memes happen afterwards that he does not understand. but he has learned what the caps lock button is which is a win in his eyes.
so, the next morning, tsurumaru makes his way to knock on mikazuki's bedroom door. ]
Dear?
[ he's opening the door without waiting for a response he considers knocking adequate ]
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and for some reason he's always refused to retire, like there's something in his soul that refuses to be relegated to the back as only an observer and not an actor
regardless he is having tea and reading as someone already helped him change that morning - though there sits a fresh flower arrangement in front of him because why not]
Good day. Come in, come in. [he says just for the sake of it bc nothing will stop tsurumaru at this point]
Is something the matter?
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[ he wanders of, pausing at the flowers. his hand reaches out to touch the petals of one, before he drops it to his side and refocuses his attention on mikazuki. ]
I was given an address, but I have no idea where this is.
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[he tilts his head, curious]
We had best look for it then, else you arrive late. Ha ha ha, we may not have the same excuses normally available to us for any delay.
[he says this but nothing will stop him from walking slow as hell]
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[ find more ways to inconvenience the people around you!
but he will pull out his phone and wander over. the address belongs to a cafe in the city that's close to the university. tsuru has no idea where this is there are probably so many more fuckin streets and buildings here now since when he lived here ]
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[he knows he is
anyway mikazuki will just hum thoughtfully as he taps on the phone screen about twice more than he need to in order to try to read the address.]
Ha ha, ah I am familiar with this location. Their matcha is very good. I will grab a cup as well. [don't invite yourself on tsuru's date. he's getting up] Let's be off, let's be off.
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The matcha... hmm, I'll try it, too.
[ but once jiji is up he will wander to the door ]
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You may need to add sugar so it is more akin to your tastes. You will be very energetic afterward.
Who are we meeting?
[IT'S NOT YOUR DATE, JIJI]
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[ that, and he doesn't want to recheck his phone that has now been safely pocketed. ]
You have to head to the museum later to prepare for your exhibit, right?
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[they'll walk down the halls then, headed for the front. jiji will tell one of his staff that he'd like the car brought around to the front again, and trust that they will simply move faster than these two former grandpas]
The last of our exhibit pieces should've arrived today. They are on loan from the imperial collection, so it seems the transfer process was more heavily guarded.
[it's them]
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but he nods his head. ]
Wow... impressive as always. I wonder what strings you had to pull to manage that?
[ it's decades and decades worth of strings, he knows. ]
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I merely have some very generous friends.
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