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Post by Mukizu Gonkuro on Nov 7, 2017 6:50:22 GMT -5
—— Gift shops were interesting places to say the least. Mukizu had entered the room after finding out with some disappointment that the research lab almost seemingly made for him was locked. The two rooms were just across the hall from one another, and he knew he might as well discover everything that the lodge had to offer.
The assortment of items was a bit messier than he had thought it was going to be, but he found himself quite amused by the various items if only because he was far more used to stores that sold more practical items -- either that or items on the opposite spectrum: those luxurious jewelry and clothing stores for those with too much money and someone to impress. This fell into neither category, being filled to maximum capacity of useless items that could not bolster status, and so he decided he rather liked this room.
The gachapon in particular presented a particular conundrum. He hadn't used one in a long time, perhaps in a little over a decade, and he found himself lost in a daze of nostalgia just at the sight of it.
When he heard someone else enter, he had snapped out of his sentimentality and glanced over to greet her with his practiced smile of courtesy.
"Ah, hello, Marugou-sama. Since it is a bit cramped in here, I can leave if you wish it of me so as to provide you more space to freely look around. The wares... are interesting."
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Post by Marugou Madoka on Nov 7, 2017 9:42:21 GMT -5
The gift shop hadn't been even that high on her list of places that she wanted to investigate asap, but given that other rooms seemed to be locked, she didn't have much of a choice. As she made her way to said place, Madoka couldn't help but muse over the locked rooms - or to be more precise, the one that actually did say 'Locked Room', as opposed to the research labs. This just screamed suspicious, but as there was a lack of intel (which grew to be a constant thing in this place, annoyingly so), she didn't waste her energy on thinking about it for too much.
Upon entering the gift shop, she quickly realized that she wasn't the only one here. Well, that didn't come off as much of a surprise, given that there were only so many places and it was almost certain that at least some of her fellow peers would look around instead of retreating back into their supposed rooms.
(Actually, she needed to take a look there as well, now that she thought about it.)
Being addressed as 'sama' was quite... odd, to say the least. Madoka wasn't used to be referred in such a respectable manner and honestly, she didn't need that kind of treatment. However, she did recall how Mukizu told Hirase something about people not being equal and thus, he had to refer to them in such a way. It made her curious as to why he thought like this.
The brown-haired girl waved casually at Mukizu, greeting him with a simple "Hey", before following up immediately with the following:"Nah, no need to do that. Not cramped enough that we'd bump into each other regularly. So it's fine." With that said, she took a look around, noting that it was filled with lots of... well, stuff. The one thing that stood most out to her right now was the gachapon - now that was definitely something to feel nostalgic over if you haven't used it recently.
"Huh, haven't seen one in awhile", she proclaimed nonchalantly, inching closer to said device and scanning it over. There was a slot for what she presumed was for coins and in that moment, she remembered the three golden coins that they got from their presents. Furrowing her eyebrows slightly, she dug out one of the coins and turned it around in her hand. Then, she turned her head around to face Mukizu and pointed to the gachapon:"I guess we could use these to win something. Wanna give it a spin with me?"
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Post by Mukizu Gonkuro on Nov 7, 2017 16:47:45 GMT -5
—— The detective spoke more casually than he had expected, though perhaps it was wrong of him to just so naturally assume all investigators were stuffy and no-nonsense people just because others had warned him of such. He supposed they never did warn him that one would be a teenager, and it would make sense for someone so young to be more lax. He made a mental note to himself to no longer hold such a stereotype within his mind nor any stereotypes at all: it would merely hold back his ability to understand the people he would be around for who they really were.
"Ah...! I see. I had wondered initially if these coins were to be used to buy items from the shop itself, but I found myself perplexed by the lack of a price tag on anything in here. An exclusive currency perhaps for the gachapon machine..."
His affirmation quickly turned to a muttering of a hypothesis to himself, though he quickly had decided he was being rude to trail off like that and instead refocused his attention on his conversational companion. At her invitation, his eyes quickly lit up with a boyish excitement, his whole expression turning to match them.
"It would be a pleasure of mine to assist you in this endeavour."
It was a factory-made response, one that did not entirely fit for the context, but it was all he could think to say to hide the very obvious 'yes' that threatened to spill from his lips. He couldn't let his strong desire to revisit his childhood memories get the better of him and his composure: after all, who could trust an overly-excited butler?
Now, this might have worked if he hadn't quickly fished out all three of his coins-- nothing to say of the large grin painting his face at that very moment as he eagerly watched the brunette.
"...After you, Milady."
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Post by Marugou Madoka on Nov 9, 2017 9:10:24 GMT -5
Now that he mentioned it, Madoka didn't see any price tages on the wares either. Then again, there wouldn't be much point in them, given that there was no shopkeeper around to tend to the store. If one felt inclined to it, they could easily just take whatever they wanted. The brown-haired girl wondered whether they included this part to simply fit the aesthetic or if there was another reason altogether - she wouldn't be surprised by either outcome.
Truthfully, Madoka was a bit taken aback at how eager the butler sounded at her suggestion. It was definitely not a reaction that she'd expected, but it was certainly one that elicited a small, genuine smile from her. This kind of behaviour just felt far more natural than forcing yourself to be professional all the time. Madoka was speaking from experience - you couldn't exactly be lax when it came to detective work.
The detective almost chuckled when he whipped out his three coins so readily, but she didn't want to come off as rude when Mukizu seemed to genuinly enjoy himself at the moment. Let him have some moments of childish joyment, he surely needed that more than some of them.
"Alright, here goes nothing", Madoka said, inserting her coin into the gachapon. A soft rumble echoed from the device, before it spit out... a bento box? The girl blinked, picking it up and peeking a look inside - before soft gasp escaped from her throat. Well, she certainly didn't expect for a bento box to come out of a gachapon, but that was just--
"Cute. Kind of don't wanna eat it, 'cause it looks really adorable", she commented on her newest prize, internally wishing that her bento boxes could look this tasty and cutesy - but alas, her own cooking abilities weren't quite on that level.
Madoka managed to turn her head away from the Charaben, so she could look at Mukizu and tell him:"Your turn now. Give it all you've got, Mukizu."
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Post by Mukizu Gonkuro on Nov 10, 2017 15:18:08 GMT -5
—— 'A charaben,' Mukizu mentally acknowledges. His eyes widen a little in surprise to see the machine dispense such an item; after all, it was more commonplace for small toys to be released, yet here was a full-fledged meal!
"I suppose that is the lament of making food aesthetically pleasing, yes?" he chuckles a bit. "I wonder who made it? I can't say I see too many of these..."
He mouths a little bit more, but no voice escapes him, the thought left as just a mere ghost upon his lips-- the unborn statement. His expression is soft as he gazes upon the bento box in the detective's hands before she gives what he can only guess is a kind of pep talk.
It was a little strange but not unwelcome, he decided-- enough to bring some enthusiastic energy back into his grin. He gives a nod and inserts his coins one by one, waiting for a new item to be dispensed in between every coin use. In return, he is greeted by a decent variety of items. When all is said and done, he places the various items on a nearby flat surface-- mostly so he doesn't have to be holding them all at the same time.
"An interesting assortment, is it not? I'm afraid I cannot do much with any of it... save for perhaps the cards."
He takes them out of their box and begins to play with the cards. What with his garb and the way he so effortlessly displays his ability at cardistry, he almost gives off the vibe of someone at a casino as opposed to a servant. He manages to continue to muse aloud:
"Though... I suppose I have nothing left to gamble with since I spent all my coins."
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Post by Marugou Madoka on Nov 15, 2017 14:34:16 GMT -5
Mukizu was bringing forth good questions, Madoka noted; she would be lying if she claimed to be uninterested in regards to who exactly made this Charaben - or when it was actually made, for that matter. However, judging by its appearance, it shouldn't have been too long ago. Thus, it should be safe to eat - if she'd ever get over how cute it was, that is.
It would be left untouched for a little while longer, as Madoka was curious to the prizes Mukizu would win. The first coin went in and he got... was that a book? No, it was more akin to a script, wasn't it? How strange... You would expect for a gachapon to stick to a theme, but this one seemed to house just about everything. The detective briefly wondered how big or bizarre these prizes would get--
Then the second prize revealed itself.
Madoka's eyes widened in bewilderment, her mouth slightly agape as she stared at the deck of cards in Mukizu's hands. At the same time, her right hand went automatically to her pocket, trying to grasp the familiar weight that should've been there - but wasn't. It's not like as if she expected it to be there; it had been missing ever since she woke up in this strange place. That had unnerved her, as it was something very precious to her - so it felt like a slap to the face that someone thought they could simply take it from her and use it as a goddamn prize for some gachapon!
The girl didn't even register the third prize as she was still too dumbfounded - no, too shocked from this discovery.
(It was terrifying to imagine what would've happened if someone else won this and she'd never been the wiser.)
When Madoka finally said something, it came off uncharastically quiet, almost pleading in tone:"Mukizu, could I... could I take a look at those cards? Please?"
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