007 | Clean Up Your Act

[godsoffortune]

Who: Everyone!
What: Spring cleaning
When: All day April 15
Where: All around the Heavens
Summary: The Heavens don't like things being cluttered, so it's time to clean up a little bit.







Main Hall

While the main hall of the Heavens seems spotlessly clean at all times, that's not the case at all. In fact, it's been at least a decade since the last time they actually cleaned everything out properly. There are a lot of hidden closets and back rooms that have layers of dust and dozens of boxes filled with nothing but junk. Who knows, though! You might find something interesting and useful in there along with all the garbage.

Suprises

Unfortunately, some of the older temples on the Far Shore seem to have some interesting surprises tucked away, ranging from cursed artifacts all the way to magical creatures locked up in long-forgotten rooms. You are free to be creative with this as a way to get your characters into trouble while cleaning.

Complimentary Dinner

After all of your hard work, you deserve to have some tasty food and refreshing beverages. So the Heavens have provided that for you, so that you can wind down after a long day. It's not as fancy as the banquets they often put on, but there is a nice array of food and drinks for everyone to enjoy.

Counselling

As usual, there is a white-robed shinki bearing the gold chrysanthemum of Amaterasu sitting at a table in the Main Hall. There is a small sign that denotes her as the counselling shinki. Anyone is welcome to approach her, and she will smile serenely at anyone passing by as well.



In Summary:

• Clean up your home
• Help clean others' homes
• Get the main hall clean too!
• Hope no hidden magic jumps out
• Seek counselling if you need it
• Enjoy your complimentary dinner
• Have fun~

Comments

hazel / ota

[churchbelle]

he likes to feel tall

[How Hazel has gotten here, why he has to stay, and where Gat went - all the most important questions - are apparently not questions he'll be having answered to satisfaction anytime soon. But cleaning? They want him to clean up?

This is ridiculous. He's holding a feather duster like he's never seen something less appealing in his life, and oddly enough, standing on top of a table, or chair, or whatever other furniture will give him a little more reach. He's short, you see. He's a short man, and even standing on the furniture, he still can't quite reach whatever high shelf or ceiling fan or whatever he's supposed to be dusting.

He could also not be trying, but whatever. He's disinterestedly waving a feather duster at something high up, good enough.]

Like I said, it ain't gonna be any better from up here.

[A beat. Where is the heavenly busybody he'd just been talking to? Who are you, the sudden interloper??]

That young gentleman hangs around like a junebug at a porch light festival for this long and then he goes and vanishes? Bit unkind.

[He's still up on this perch though.]

delivery counts as spring cleaning

[Given that Hazel is a brand new god here, his temple is brand new as well. By some fluke, with everyone so focused on cleaning up the other Heavenly areas, there is one problem with the temple: The big, ornate piano that's supposed to be in one of the rooms isn't there.

This wouldn't be obvious, if not for the fact that it's currently hovering around the second story. It's sitting on a level surface, very clearly harnessed to a crane... but the crane is missing. The suspension rope extends straight up into the air a couple yards, then disappears into nothingness.

Do the Heavens think this is a goddamn game??? Hazel is just staring at it from the yard.]

I reckon pushin' it won't do any good.

food

[Free food and drinks, he's here, thanks a lot. Consider this one the general mingle prompt for running into him wherever, hit me with anything!!]

the shorty option brah

[miraculo]

[ There's someone yelling at you from a distance in the great hall. What is she saying. Who knows. Maybe she'll pass. Maybe he'll have a nice, quite peaceful day without any trouble dusting that high candle holder.

NAW, SON.

This green haired woman is running-- no, flying-- up to him, and awww, look how nice she is, stopping by to warn him (and simultaneously have a cloud of dust emerge from the room she popped out of). ] We-- we gotta run! [ She says, breathless. ] They're-- they're coming! [ What's coming. ] The... dust bunnies!

good gracious

[churchbelle]

[Where did this woman come from and what does she want?? Hazel's genuinely standing on top of a big, ornate desk, and for a moment can only stare down at her - kind of alarmed, even! - when she starts warning him about something.

Until it's something ridiculous. Aha.]

Is this a joke, young lady?

[miraculo]

[ Hear that rumbling? THE DUST BUNNIES ARE COMING. ] Would I joke about this---? [ Dead serious. ] These creatures, they've inhabited the deepest and darkest portion of temples for ages and ages, multiplying exponentially, and we have disturbed their slumber. [ This is all conjecture btw.

Although it's no less a serious look she gives him. ] But...! You have the one thing that can stop them. [ She points. ] A duster!

[ Here they come....! ]

are you fucking serious hazel

[killsthebuddha]

[ Sanzo is completely shocked that whoever Hazel had been talking to had left him there. Wait, no, the other thing. Not at all surprised in the least. He's leaning in the doorway of the room, arms crossed and looking generally unamused. ]

Stop bitching and just do it. Waving it around isn't getting you anywhere.

[ Helpful criticism from on Genjo Sanzo as if he had ever cleaned anything in his life willingly.

He did hold a dustpan for Goku earlier while the boy swept. That counted. ]

hazel is always serious

[churchbelle]

[Ah— hi, Sanzo. Hazel's surprised to see him, in that he's surprised to see him loitering in the doorway instead of turning around and leaving. Don't look a gift horse in the mouth, though, or so they say.]

Well now that you're here, let's give it some more careful consideration.

[He twirls the feather duster. Why would he do this? He's doing it.]

You're taller than me.

[killsthebuddha]

[ If he hadn't been avoiding actual work, he might not have loitered. But since that's the whole purpose of being over here as it is... ]

No. [ Really, just... no. ] Do your own work.

piano tbh

[razzledazzles]

[At some point during all of this, Jae-Ha has fallen unannounced from the sky and right beside Hazel to admire this predicament as well. Hmm. He taps his chin a few times.]

I can't come up with a single thing that would be a good idea, no. [He has plenty of bad ones, though.] Did you special order that?

amaze

[churchbelle]

[Must he land so abruptly!!!] You're gonna give a man a heart attack, fallin' in like that.

[But anyway, his wayward piano. It's a concern.]

I didn't ask for the great instrument at all, to tell ya the truth. Quite honestly, I'm perplexed.

[razzledazzles]

[It's too bad he can't call Kija and his big hand over here for Reasons. Or even Genos, the man who can lift five bears at once. Hmmm...]

It's a fine instrument, so you shouldn't turn it away! Think of all the great music. [Maybe he'll try his hand at a song, if they can get it inside.]

How about I stand on the piano and swing it, and you pull it in from right there? [He points out the exact spot where the piano is supposed to make it and fit through in this terrible idea.]

delivery...

[sanzohoshi]

[She raises a sleeve to shield her eyes from the sun, staring up at the piano herself as she pops in for an impromptu visit.

Mostly she's just trying to see if anyone else might need help, but this might be beyond even her.]

That's impressive! What is that rope attached to...? [Besides the...air, apparently.] I think you should keep it! Like a decoration!

[churchbelle]

[No, no, clearly she should use those sleeves to try batting it into the house, because damn. Hazel glances from the mysteriously suspended piano to her and back again. Aha...]

It'll get foul in the rain if it's left out like this.

[Does it rain in Heaven?? Whatever.]

[sanzohoshi]

[Her sleeves might break the piano in half honestly. do you want splinters? this is how you get splinters.]

Oh. [She didn't think about that. She taps her cheek thoughtfully.] I guess it'd be hard to get up to it to play too.

Oh, but if it's stuck, you've got a nice area underneath for shade or to keep dry from rain! You could set up a table and serve tea. [Always look on the bright side of life...

Sanzang grins at him, a tad sheepish] Just trying to look ahead!

delivery

[sweetdeath]

I think if you push it, it might fall...

[Tsuzuki comes to a stop behind the other guy, staring. Wow. Okay. So, the piano looks like it's pretty safe where it is! It's just that he doesn't know what it's sitting on, or what it's suspended by.

He's starting to wonder if it's going to stay there for long before it falls even if they don't push it. It's got to be a spell, right?]

[churchbelle]

[Hey there, stranger. It sure is a sight, isn't it - a big grand piano, just up in the air. Why...]

Ya think it's sittin' on somethin' mysteriously unseen? I was thinkin' hangin', myself.

PIANO...

[existentialcrisis]

[ Ukoku comes up next to him, observing the piano like it belongs in an art museum, hands behind his back and everything. He's not wearing his robes: he looks like he got out of some office meeting, chucked his tie somewhere, and went to take a nap on a couch for a few shirt-creasing hours before he somehow and for some reason made his way to Hazel's temple.

He whistles, the sound of a cartoon weight (or maybe an exorcist, ha ha) falling from the top of a cliff, and follows it up with the equally cartoon sound of that weight landing on something. Then he looks at Hazel, straightfaced.

That's it that's the hello. It might be more friendly if he knew whether their relationship involved a lot of trauma (a lot more trauma? Twice as much trauma as when they were on good terms), but here they are. ]

low scream

[churchbelle]

[Hazel's honest-to-god really distracted by the floating piano, so he doesn't look to the side to wonder who the hell is making stupid cartoon noises at him until it's already been done. And then— oh. This guy, not looking like a homeless priest for once but still looking like a schlub. Iron that shirt, please, sir. It's embarrassing.]

—Mister Ukoku? [ennnh] Ya do always seem to know where to find me, huh? How are ya?

[Ignore the piano for ten seconds while Hazel gets control of his natural inclination to recoil and makes a polite face. Hi.]

hello we are meeting now for the first time

[erogappa]

[ That voice. He knows that voice. Gojyo screeches to a halt in the hallway (okay he was strolling at a snail's pace but just go with it) and sticks his head into the doorway.

That's Hazel.

On a table.

With a feather duster.

Is this a gift from the gods or a punishment for his sins? Either way he's a-goin' in! ]

I reckon you oughta be careful up there. [ He strolls into the room, totally nonchalantly, trailing cigarette smoke. ] It looks a mite unstable.

[churchbelle]

[Hazel notices the smoke before he realizes who's come into the room. It stinks - smoke something that isn't so cheap, for once in your life - and so the look he first gives Gojyo is one of distaste for his cheap cigarettes that bounces back into something faux-friendly a moment later. This guy. Great.

He waves the duster in front of his own face, too. Gross smoke, ew.]

Smokin' indoors ain't gonna clean this place up any faster.

at least hazel is not the smallest man in the room here

[doublesmall]

They really didn't think this one through, huh.

[Now there are two short guys (maybe both in black and with dumb hats, even); Chuuya's hanging out just inside the door, arms folded as he peers up at Hazel and whatever the fuck he's supposed to be cleaning.]

All the junk around here, and nobody's bothered digging out a damn stepladder or something? [Incredible. He huffs out a sigh, strolling over to the desk or whatever Hazel is standing on.] I don't know how the fuck they keep this place running-- just give me that.

[One hand's held out expectantly. Hand over the feather duster, he's not hanging around here all day.]

finally

[churchbelle]

[Did someone send an even shorter person to come to his aid? That's ridiculous. Hazel gives him a look, clearly skeptical that he can do any better unless he starts jumping, and that probably isn't good for keeping things on shelves and unbroken - but what the hell.

Here. Take the feather duster. Enjoy it.]

Dumb luck and a lotta prayin'. That's just my guess.

Re: hazel / ota

[has_too_many_moles]

[Blinking in surprise at just how little Hazel is actually trying to clean, Yukio had put down his own boxes and stepped forward to offer his help. Or at least as much help that he could offer which was just his height.]

Excuse me sir, but do you need some help?

[churchbelle]

[Tall teenagers... what did he do to deserve this? Even from on top of a table, Hazel can tell. Ugh.]

Are ya offerin'? You're too kind. Here ya go. [He holds out the duster. Enjoy.]

[bon_bon]

[ Cleaning is something that Konzen actually has some experience with. Actually, he's got quite a bit of experience. Mostly picking up after the monkey, who always used to leave behind a disaster area after he'd been playing all day. (It's funny the vexing things he misses sometimes). Tenpou's office was a disaster of another kind that Konzen often found himself tidying, in spite of himself.

The grand hall of the Far Shore temple is pretty clean, in comparison. But he makes a dutiful sweep around with a thing on a broomstick. It's a flat mop sort of thing that polishes the floors. Konzen's been pushing it back and forth the hall when he pauses by some man muttering to himself while standing on a table. ]

...What?

[ You're not talking to Konzen, are you? ]

[churchbelle]

[—Well, he sure as hell is now. He glances over at Konzen, still trying half-heartedly to wave the duster at the proper height, and double-takes only a little bit - fortunately he's standing on top of a table, so the look of surprise on his face could just as easily be because it wobbles a bit at precisely the wrong moment. Hold on— hold on!!

He's good. He hasn't fallen. In fact, he's balanced enough to turn and give Konzen a friendly grin.]

Just talkin' to myself. Can I ask ya somethin' on the personal side, while I have your attention?

[Wait for it... wait for it-] How tall are ya?

[Like damn, but also he can't reach this high shelf at all.]