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Can't Stop, Won't Stop

Who: Hajime Aikawa's doppelganger and YOU! (And possibly the real Hajime later if he catches wind of this.)
What: Someone's doppelganger wants to par-TAY!
Where: Various clubs around Locke, Vegas, and Neuschwanstein. Someone's using the teleporter to hit as many clubs as he can so the fun never has to stop.
When: February 9-11
Warnings: Clubbing, booze, terrible cheesy pick-up lines.

[A - Clubbing around Locke, Vegas, or Neuschwanstein]

"Hey, you! Get on over here--it's a great party!" To anyone who actually knows Hajime, this scene's going to be just a little weird. It plays out the same wherever you find him--in front of one of any number of small, trashy clubs in Locke; out near a nicer club in Vegas; out near a bustling bar in Germany. He's there, he's wearing a suit that looks like all of the colors of the rainbow have died in its manufacture, and he's grinning and shoving a drink at anyone who looks like they're old enough to be drinking (and possibly even some who don't; he's not responsible enough to care).

To anyone who doesn't know him, hey, there's a friendly guy in an eye-searing suit offering you a free drink outside an establishment of questionable-looking quality. What do?

[B - McDonald's in Locke]

Or, later, after all the clubbing is over, you just might find him at a Locke City McDonald's at 6 AM...where a beleaguered employee is standing in the play area and yelling into the ball pit. "Sir! SIR! If you don't get out of there right now, we're going to have to call the police!"

"Aw, quit your complaining, man, this is fun!" And the doppelganger throws a plastic ball at the guy. Someone should probably intervene.

[C - Neuschwanstein Castle]

Look out, unwary tourists, because a man in mismatched bright clothing is trying to photobomb everything. Everything. It's really a wonder he hasn't been punched in the face yet. Good luck taking a picture without him bothering you.

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Nathan? Does not look old enough to be drinking. And in this country, he really isn't. However, this doesn't exactly seem to matter to him seeing as he takes hold of the offered drink without any hesitation. Anyone who has so much as met him might think of this as a little odd; he's normally so quietly formal and awkward. Not the kind of guy that gives any impression he'd be into this.

"Hey, come on, Tony. Bonding experience, right?" He waves the other boy over with his free hand. They're supposed to be trying to make friends with each other. He remembers that vaguely. Eh, he'd be trying to make friends anyway. He came out of the castle for a reason.

New experiences are one of those reasons, and wouldn't you know it, he's never had booze before. He takes a gulp out of the drink, wrinkling his nose a little at the taste, but he swallows it fine. It's really not that bad once he gets over the initial kick.

It really is weird, and Tony was pretty sure something strange was going on when he first ran into Nathan being unusually friendly and outgoing. A far cry from the shy kid he'd first met, that's for certain.

But you know? He's not complaining, if Nathan wants to go out and have some fun why the hell not? Sure every alarm was ringing with "you know there is something terrible happening what are you doing" but Tony is 18, a demon, and can't be bothered to care right now. Besides, it's nice seeing Nathan come out of his shell!

"Hey, what've you got there?" Tony wanders over, curious, as he'd been distracted by so much crowds and noise. He raises an eyebrow at Nathan's drink, then gives an idle shrug. Sure, why not, wouldn't be the first time. "How'd you get that anyway?"

Little does he realize Hajime has suddenly become the Worst Influence Ever.

"He got it from me." Hajime--at least, Hajime's doppelganger--slides over next to Tony with a grin. "Hey, bro! Wasn't expecting to see you here!" He claps Tony on the back, oblivious to the fact that by all rights, he shouldn't be here. If Tony wanted more weirdness on top of Nathan being outgoing, well, here it was in all his brightly-garbed glory.

There's also the matter of Nathan and his drink to attend to, as well. "So, kid, what do you think?" Hajime gives you a nudge. "I can probably get you another one out here if you want."

If this had been the actual Nathan, he would have recognized Hajime's voice from his network research and taking the drink would have been a semi-informed thing. But this Nathan? Nope, no recognition; the guy shoving the drink at him just seems like fun. And hey, turns out the guy and Tony are already friends. This totally works out as a smart decision.

"Got some kick, but I could get used to this."

Nathan, no. No, you won't.

Yeah... yeah there's definitely something weird going on. Nathan acting crazy is one thing, he barely knows the guy this might just be some secret wild side of his. But Hajime? Hajime hates bright colors, something is amiss.

"Eh, Hajime? What are you doing out here? And what are you wearing?"

Totally not normal and Tony should have gone looking for help by now. But he isn't, because he thinks he can totally handle this.

He can't.

"You sure about this?" Suddenly at least slightly wary? Nathan you okay buddy?

"That's the spirit, kid!" The doppelganger approves of this Nathan's willingness to continue trying to drink. "Stick with me, I'll hook you up." And there's a cheesy wink to go with that, too.

"What do you think I'm doing out here?" The doppelganger has an exaggerated look of shocked hurt. "I'm partying, that's what I'm doing! Cutting loose for once!" He slips over to Tony and drapes an arm around his shoulders. "Come on, man, it'll be fun!"

This Nathan is willing to do a lot of things that are objectively very stupid. Like downing the rest of that drink in one shot. Nathan, you don't even weigh ninety pounds; take it easy. That's going to hit him in pretty short order.

"Come on, I spend too much time cooped up by myself." He knows this, but can't fathom why he'd do something like that. It's no fun. "About time I got out and lived a little, right? I'm totally fine!"

He is not fine at all.

"You party?" Tony sounds genuinely surprised at that. He and Hajime might not be the closest in the world, but he feels he knows the guy fairly well. And that knowledge, coupled with the shirt, tell him that 'partying' isn't normally in Hajime's dictionary.

"Well, if you're sure..." Still he sounds wary, because Hajime is typically the responsible one and now nothing makes sense. But they're both being so friendly he'd feel bad refusing them, Tony's quite fond of the two and would like a chance to get to know them better. What could go wrong?

Everything. The answer is everything.

"Sure, I party," says the doppelganer who is doing a very good job of things that the real Hajime would never do. "All work and no play makes Hajime a dull boy, y'know?"

He seems to approve of Nathan's insistence that he live a little. "That's right! You wanna get out there and par-TAY! Live a little! Get totally wasted! Have a good time!"

There is so much wrong with this. So very much wrong with it.

"See, everybody cuts loose sometimes!" He doesn't even know who the hell Hajime is, but that surely doesn't change the logic behind all this. Why should it? "So we gonna stand here all night or are we gonna do this?"

There's a bit of a swim in his head already, but hey he's not walking yet, right? It'll totally pass before they head inside and he'll be just fine. That's how this works, isn't it? What kind of loser stumbles after one drink? He's got this.

He's got nothing.

Yeah, no, this is bizarre. Has the Twilight Zone happened, is this opposite land? Maybe Tony fell into a mirror and this is the result. None of this makes sense, and as much as Tony would like to abscond at the same time he can't really bring himself to ditch Nathan alone with crazy Hajime in a bar in Germany. Joining in probably isn't the best way to handle the situation mind you, but he's at a loss for what to do otherwise.

So sure, if you can't make sense of them join them?

"I feel like I'm outnumbered here, fine, alright, one can't hurt too much I suppose."

One he says.

"That's the spirit!" The doppelganger claps them both on the back and then tries to steer them inside. "We gotta cut loose! Onward! TO PARTY!"

A colossal white bird with blue markings is perched in a tree near the castle, in full view but ignoring everyone as he preens his tailfeathers. He's getting some attention. Julien has been seen in the distance flying about and had talked to the mayor, but hasn't interacted with the public really at all since he changed. Whether or not this is him is being debated, and in the meantime, pictures!

How are you going to manage that, not-Hajime?

Oh, that's a challenge. That's a big challenge. The doppelganger doesn't have a ladder, after all. Maybe he can lure the bird to the ground, so that he can photobomb that way.

"BIRD! HEY, BIRD!" Somehow, the doppelganger has found a gigantic sack of birdseed, and he's scattering it all around on the ground, trying to lure the giant pigeon out of the tree. "YO, BIRD! COME GET YOU SOME NOM NOMS!"

...birdseed! He's never actually eaten any before. It had been important, for some reason, to stick to human food. But hell, human food is hard work with a beak. He hasn't gone after birdfeeders because he doesn't really like other birds. They want to like him, but they're all dirty. No.

He sidles on a thick branch, looking down, wishing he could just have the sack and eat in peace not near all these noisy people. There's no way the doppleganger's stealing anything though. Hmm. Hm.

The doppelganger opens the sack of seed a little wider and sets it down next to him. "Come on, bro, you know you want it!" And there's a little impatient gesturing at the bag. Get to eating so he can get to photobombing again already.

"Hrrmmmmm," he warble-coos, sounding a little like Marge Simpson.

Okay. He jumps down with a flurry of very wide white wings, actually blowing away what's been strewn around, to land and thrust his head into the sack. Belatedly he realizes this was a bad idea and pulls his head back out, tonguing seeds deeper into his beak, trying to determine if he should fly off.

"That's it, knock yourself out!" At least with the bird on the ground, the curious tourists have turned their cameras in this direction, making it very easy for Hajime's doppelganger to photobomb at leisure, oblivious to the angry shouts he's getting in return.

When Julien's doppelganger pulls his head out of the bag, the doppel-Hajime just gives him a cheeky grin. "'Sup, birdie?"

He gets an unreadable wide-eyed bird look in return. 'Knock yourself out' is not very promising phrasing if you ask him. Also, people are being noisy. He's hungry, though.

Let's try pecking - a sharp quick grab of a beakful, and then pulling his head out and up to watch for danger as his tongue works busily.

"Man, you're not much of a conversationalist, are you?" The doppelganger gives a theatrical shrug. "Too bad. Bet you could tell all sorts of wild stories about crapping on statues and cars." And as long as the bird's down there eating, the doppelganger is going to keep trying to make life miserable for the tourists trying to get a picture.

Julien's doppleganger is able to speak, but has nothing to contribute here. After a moment, beak still full, he shoves his head against the other doppleganger's hand.

Pet him. Pet him or he'll leave.

Well. That's new. The doppelganger reaches over and pets the giant bird in a manner similar to how one might pet a very large dog. "Who's a good birdie? YOU'RE a good birdie!" Is he doing this right? Whatever, the tourists love it.

Jovan never really got to know Hajime much before this encounter, so he doesn't think much of it when he meets the guy, other than 'huh, he looks rather familiar.'

So when he sees him in Vegas handing out some rather suspicious looking drinks in possibly the gaudiest suit he's ever seen since buying the one he likes to wear most days, Jovan isn't particularly taken aback. In fact, what does he do when confronted with one of the suspicious drinks?

He takes it and lifts it up to Hajime in a lazy toast. "Nice suit," he says, and knocks it back in what almost looks like a single gulp. Why the hell not, right? It's not like it's going to kill him!

"Thanks. Just got it." The doppelganger likes this guy's taste in clothing. And he takes a drink out of his own glass, which is probably his tenth or eleventh that evening, because try as he might, he just can't get drunk. Stupid Undead constitution. He frowns down at the glass after he's emptied it. "This stuff taste watered-down to you? I told them to give me the good stuff, but I think they're trying to screw me over."

Oh, god. Jovan squeezes his eyes shut and makes a quiet gagging noise as the alcohol goes down.

"Well, it'll definitely screw you over into waking up naked in a bathtub filled with your own guts in New Orleans." He opens his eyes and looks into the glass. "What the hell was in here? Nail polish remover?"

Hajime shrugs and looks at another glass. "I dunno, I told them to give me the strongest stuff they had." He's scowling at the glass now. "It's not doing anything. I'm not even feeling a little buzz, man, this sucks!"

Jovan snaps his fingers as an idea comes to him. "Oh, I've got it! Moonshine! That stuff's supposed to be strong enough to kill you, isn't it?"

"Moonshine!" The doppelganger looks delighted at the idea. "I bet that might give me a buzz!" There's just one problem. "...you have any idea where you'd get something like that? I'm thinking this place is too nice for that."

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Can't Stop, Won't Stop

A | Locke (to start with, anyway)

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oh geeze it was my tag durp

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A - Vegas

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