[His last coherent memories of Deerington are jumbled and messy. The memories that haunt him briefly override the strange happenings of his arrival. Atsushi stumbles onto the shore, struggling more to explain why he isn't in the pink moon house than was he just a squid a few seconds ago? No, that makes no sense. He's a tiger and that's trouble enough. Tiger squid sounds weird and exhausting...
After a few minutes of struggling to gain his bearings, Atsushi stumbles to the boardwalk. He fiddles with his tie, confused eyes scanning the summer scene for a familiar face. This place didn't exist in Deerington. And it's certainly not Yokohama... So where is he? And why does he feel so strangely foreign to his own body?
Atsushi shakes his head, forbidding those unnerving thoughts. Rather than worry about what's different with him, he hones in on the more important issues at hand: Makoto and Usagi. He didn't immediately see them on the boardwalk. Are they home? His gaze trails down the boardwalk, before he motions with a finger,]
Excuse me. How do I get to Starling Lane from here? [His voice nearly shakes and gives away his unease.] What day is it? Did I... Did I die again?
[02] Boardwalk Exploration
[Okay, so he's a squid now. Cool.
Initially, the summer atmosphere had made Atsushi think of eating takoyaki and cotton candy. That doesn't seem as appealing anymore. Kind of puts a damper on the whole 'free food' thing in general, actually. He's left to wander down the boardwalk, admiring the lights and familiarity of it all. It's the first time in ages that Atsushi has been reminded of Yokohama. The thought of home leads him to reach for his tie-- an unconscious habit, where he used to fiddle with the clothes that he got from the Agency. That uniform was a literal tie to his old life.
But it's gone now. He has some generic clothes from the welcome bag and his new robe, but not the familiar uniform. Realizing his connection to the Agency is gone Atsushi sighs and leans forward, arms crossed over the railing.]
I hope someone is taking care of Kyouka-chan. Doesn't seem like I'll ever 'wake up' at this rate. [...] It better not be Dazai-san looking after her.
[03] Searching the Beach
[After some moping and self-pity, Atsushi takes to the beach in search of his old uniform. He's heard of people finding old belongings on the shore, so why not his Agency outfit? Not that he misses them or... okay, yeah. He misses them terribly. He keeps reaching for that tie and the fact it's not there is driving him insane.
As he searches, there are two states he might be found in.
[A] for Angry, where he's become frustrated at himself for being so attached to clothes; How far can some clothes have gotten? They're going to be so dirty at this rate..!
[... or [B], where he's calmed down and is simply a desperate teen looking for his clothes on the beach. Atsushi is also mindful to collect anything he does find and fold it neatly, setting it further up the beach and away from the tides.]
Excuse me? Sorry to bother you, uh... Have you seen a black tie? It would have a metal clip on it... and maybe the rest of an office uniform nearby?
Atsushi Nakajima | Bungo Stray Dogs | Deerington CRAU
[His last coherent memories of Deerington are jumbled and messy. The memories that haunt him briefly override the strange happenings of his arrival. Atsushi stumbles onto the shore, struggling more to explain why he isn't in the pink moon house than was he just a squid a few seconds ago? No, that makes no sense. He's a tiger and that's trouble enough. Tiger squid sounds weird and exhausting...
After a few minutes of struggling to gain his bearings, Atsushi stumbles to the boardwalk. He fiddles with his tie, confused eyes scanning the summer scene for a familiar face. This place didn't exist in Deerington. And it's certainly not Yokohama... So where is he? And why does he feel so strangely foreign to his own body?
Atsushi shakes his head, forbidding those unnerving thoughts. Rather than worry about what's different with him, he hones in on the more important issues at hand: Makoto and Usagi. He didn't immediately see them on the boardwalk. Are they home?
His gaze trails down the boardwalk, before he motions with a finger,]
Excuse me. How do I get to Starling Lane from here? [His voice nearly shakes and gives away his unease.] What day is it? Did I... Did I die again?
[02] Boardwalk Exploration
[Okay, so he's a squid now. Cool.
Initially, the summer atmosphere had made Atsushi think of eating takoyaki and cotton candy. That doesn't seem as appealing anymore. Kind of puts a damper on the whole 'free food' thing in general, actually. He's left to wander down the boardwalk, admiring the lights and familiarity of it all. It's the first time in ages that Atsushi has been reminded of Yokohama. The thought of home leads him to reach for his tie-- an unconscious habit, where he used to fiddle with the clothes that he got from the Agency. That uniform was a literal tie to his old life.
But it's gone now. He has some generic clothes from the welcome bag and his new robe, but not the familiar uniform. Realizing his connection to the Agency is gone Atsushi sighs and leans forward, arms crossed over the railing.]
I hope someone is taking care of Kyouka-chan. Doesn't seem like I'll ever 'wake up' at this rate. [...] It better not be Dazai-san looking after her.
[03] Searching the Beach
[After some moping and self-pity, Atsushi takes to the beach in search of his old uniform. He's heard of people finding old belongings on the shore, so why not his Agency outfit? Not that he misses them or... okay, yeah. He misses them terribly. He keeps reaching for that tie and the fact it's not there is driving him insane.
As he searches, there are two states he might be found in.
[A] for Angry, where he's become frustrated at himself for being so attached to clothes; How far can some clothes have gotten? They're going to be so dirty at this rate..!
[... or [B], where he's calmed down and is simply a desperate teen looking for his clothes on the beach. Atsushi is also mindful to collect anything he does find and fold it neatly, setting it further up the beach and away from the tides.]
Excuse me? Sorry to bother you, uh... Have you seen a black tie? It would have a metal clip on it... and maybe the rest of an office uniform nearby?