thenearshore | 007 | Clean Up Your Act

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007 | Clean Up Your Act

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~

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[ The guy wobbles dangerous for a moment, and Konzen imagines a spectacular fall. Fortunately, it doesn't happen. ]

Huh?

[ Is that really a personal question? But weirdly enough, Konzen doesn't really know the answer to that. He's never really measured, in all his hundreds of years of existence. ]

I don't know. Why?

[Tall enough, Hazel decides, and for more reasons than one. He lifts the feather duster just a little bit, pointedly glancing at it.]

It might not be extraordinarily obvious from way over there, but I'm not tall enough to reach the highest of shelves in here. Would ya give me a hand?

[ ....He wants Konzen to step up on top of the table? He stares at it dubiously. ]

It doesn't look very stable up there. What are you trying do?

[Well, there could be a stool or something in here that'll work... Hazel's too small for even the table, but Konzen could manage a chair.]

What's it look like? I'm cleanin', as per the Heavenly decree. [he mocks, mockingly.]

[ Konzen scowls. Obviously he doesn't appreciate that mocking tone. ]

They should supply you with a ladder, then. You're getting dirt all over the table from your shoes.

[ This is said disapprovingly, because Konzen has opinions about tables and what happens on them. Working, or eating. Either way, that's no place for the bottoms of shoes or feet to go. ]

Ain't my fault. I'm doin' the best I can with what I've got.

[And that happens to be- not a ladder! Don't be sour, tall not-Sanzo.]

If ya help me out, I'll be down from here faster than ya can spit. [...] Turn of phrase.

[ Why would he spit? Even for a turn of phrase, it makes no sense. But Konzen stares for a moment at the table, the dirt already on it, and the shelf above that this odd man is trying to clean. Well, he supposes the harm is already done. The table has to be cleaned, anyway. And Konzen hates to see a half-assed job.

He sets his mop aside and climbs up onto the table. ]

Gimme that.

[ He holds out his hand expectantly for the feather duster. ]

[Alright, goal achieved. Hazel shuffles out of the way as he hands over the feather duster, totally content to stay up here on the table and let Konzen do all the work.]

She's all yours, sir.

[ And he will do all the work, because he's anal like that, and once he starts a job, he has to see it through. Even if this guy is being a smug asshole.

Konzen is very thorough, and it's not like he's doing it to get credit or anything. It's more like the principle of the matter. He glances at him as he's finishing up. ]

You should stick to short people tasks, next time.

Edited 2016-08-23 01:09 (UTC)

[What's smug about being too short to clean? He didn't make Konzen climb up on a table.]

What exactly's a "short people task"? I figure I should be aware for the future.

[ The shelf now spic and span, Konzen shoves the feather duster back into the guy's hand. ]

Clean this out before using it again.

[ Yeah, he's ignoring your question as he attempts to wobble off the table... ]

[what

He doesn't want this back. Why.]

Ya gotta clean it already? Ya dusted a single shelf.

[ Glares. You asked him to help, he helped. What's with the demands? ]

If you don't clean it, it'll be like pushing dust around. It's not that hard. Just whack it over a trashcan.

[It was one shelf, how can it be that dirty already?? Where is the logic here, physics?]

It can't handle a lil longer? It doesn't look all that powerfully dirty.

[ It was a dusty shelf, okay?? It probably hadn't been touched in a century. ]

Hmph. Suit yourself. I'm just telling you how I'd do it.

[ That is to say, the rest of it is your job, now. ]

[Touchy, touchy. Hazel flaps a hand at him - the one without the feather duster in it, mercifully.]

Alright, no need to make that face. [ha ha. that face.] My name's Hazel, by the way.

[ Face? What face? Konzen frowns, probably making exactly the kind of face this Hazel means. ]

..... Konzen.

[ he says, after a long pause. As if he wasn't really sure he wanted to say it, but couldn't think of an excuse not to. ]

[That's the face. Hazel has no idea what's going on, but damn if it isn't the funniest. Look at this guy and his absolutely identical face...]

He does have regular manners. [He only does this because Konzen stared at him in silence like a weirdo.] Nice to meet ya, Mister Konzen.

[ He makes another face. ]

Just Konzen.

[ Yeah, no one calls him Mister. He purposely leaves off with the 'nice to meet you too,' because if anything, Konzen is honest. Besides, he was never good at fake niceties. ]

[Aha.]

Alright, Mister Just Konzen, [yes he did] thanks for the help. Couldn't've done it without ya.

[ Oh no he didn't. Konzen scowls at the answer, because it's obviously on purpose. ]

Hn. You should clean the table after you're done.

[ And he starts to climb down. But the table is very wobbly and he grabs at the shelf to steady himself. Crap. ]

[Cool, things he won't be doing. Great plan. Whatever comment he has this time is cut off when Konzen wobbles, because Konzen wobbling makes the whole table shake even more and Hazel is forced to make a grab for the shelf, too...

Ah.

Ah yes. It's definitely going to tip forward.]

[ Aaaand tip forward it does. One of the legs on the table must have come loose from all their trampling around on top. (This is why you should use a ladder, you dumbass Hazel!) Konzen gives an undignified yelp before he pitches right off the table onto the floor.

And for good measure, the shelf he'd grabbed onto also comes loose, emptying its contents (books, mostly) on top of the god pile. ]

Shit!

[Hey now, Hazel is tiny and agile, not a string bean like some people who climbed up here! It was steady until Konzen showed up!!

But toppling over onto the floor is more immediately concerning than whose fault it is, as down goes. A book hits him in the stomach, making him wheeze.

So the cleaning is going great. Hazel frowns up at the ceiling, from the floor.]

...Y'gonna help pick all this up?

[ Oi, Konzen is also agi- okay, he's not agile by any stretch of the imagination. But he's not exactly big, either. Anyway, this is Hazel's fault for using a table to begin with, end of discussion.

By some miracle, the shelf itself clatters to the floor next to them instead of cracking either of them on the skull. It still doesn't take away from the frustrating fact that it came off the wall at all, and has just made a big mess on the floor. Konzen groans and struggles to sit up. Books flop off of him, happily dust-free. (He did do an excellent job of dusting, thank you very much).

He rubs his arm where one of the corners of the books stabbed him. ]

Hmph.

[ Yeah, yeah. He will help. He glances at him from the corner of his eye though, just to make sure Hazel's not like really injured. ]

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