It's been a long work day and you need to blow off some steam. As per the usual habit you hit the local pub. It's not the biggest or the fanciest but the booze is cheap and theres lots of it. The bartender pretty much knows you by now and has your usual ready as soon as you walk in the door. It's like clock work.
What you don't know is that tonight is going to be rather extraordinary. Ignoring the chatty young couple next to you is a bit difficult but you manage.The glorious alcoholic nectar helps quite a bit of course. Little else matters. It's just you and the booze and your own little world right now. The shouts, chatter, and laughter barely even register in your brain.
Your name is John "Ya" Ota though others usually refer to you by a different name. That is a different place though. Right now you are just 'John'. You are both excited and worried about your latest work. You can only hope they will enjoy it. You take another gulp from the well of wisdom. The mystical elixir your source of boundless inspiration. If you where any other man people would call you a sordid foul drunk. Instead it seems more like an endearing trait. The main reason for this visit is not to bring inspiration this time. It is to escape. Many of the fans lately have been a bit rabid about old characters you haven't touched upon in years. It is as if every passing day more people are like "Where is whats her name?" or "Why won't you bring back that one character?" Your not sure what to do but drink. It has helped you out of bad situations in the past. Hopefully it can help you now. You take another swig. The drink is gone.
[X] Dead before dawn [X] Black spot [X] Sessho-seki [X] Muramasa
You pause for a moment gawking at the empty glass before gesturing for another from the bartender. That last one didn't do the trick. Perhaps one more? He obliges and slides you another glass. One turns into two which in turn becomes ten. Everything starts to blur together and you start to feel violently ill. You manage to force down the last few drops before shambling out of the pub like a walking cadaver.
You don't even register the sound of the music or the feel of the cool night air on your skin. You are utterly shit faced. Shambling near a dumpster your world starts spinning like a Ferris wheel. Your stomach finally opts void itself of it's contents.Reaching out to steady yourself you feel something soft and cold. Almost like ice. Looking up for a moment all you see is green hair and a pale face with wise but mischievous green eyes. Your brain doesn't have time to comprehend what you see as it activates emergency shut down mode on your drunk ass and you fall back into your road pizza.
You awake later with a mother of a hangover. a soft bed is under you and it appears you are in a house not your own. It has a bit of an 18th century flair to it. who ever the owner is seems to have quite an interest in the occult judging by the various books and papers scattered about. It seems to still be dark out.
[X] Dorothy [X] Kneel before Zod [X] Unforeseen consequences
As you go to get up you pause for a moment. These aren't your normal clothes. It seems someone went through the trouble to even wash and bathe your in your nigh comatose state. Who could this mysterious Samaritan have been? Easing out of the bed you see a photo of a young woman with long green hair and a child with blond hair on the table next to the bed. They both seem pretty happy. Somehow they seem familiar but you can't put a finger on it. As opposed to wracking your brain trying to figure it out you obey the needs of your body and hunt down the nearest restroom you can find. It's not quite modern but functionally it should do. You are careful not to accidently ruin any of the notes that seem to be in here as well. Who ever this is sure seems to have a magic obsession. Stepping out into the foyer and feeling reasonably more human you have a look at the grandfather clock there. It reads the time to be 3:14 A.M. You really aren't tired anymore though so perhaps you could look for the owner of the house or possibly head out and try to find your way home.
[X] Peace of mind [X] More then a feeling [X] Let Me Take You Home Tonight