WELCOME TO TOKYO.

[tokyodisa]

Who: Everybody!
What: Tokyo Day One
When: Tuesday, 16/July -- starting at midnight
Where: Paradisa Hotel in downtown Tokyo
Rating: kawaii

Maybe you were asleep in bed last night. Maybe you were out on the town. Or maybe you were working on something super cool, which you didn't really need to be disrupted by, oh, say a world change or anything else stupid.

Too bad for you, that's just what happened.

At the stroke of midnight, everyone will find themselves back in their assigned castle rooms -- except they're not exactly the same as they were left…

[ ROOMS | RESTAURANT & BAR | FITNESS CENTER | LOBBY & GIFT SHOP | COURTYARD ]

[this log is only for the hotel! if you'd like to explore tokyo, feel free to set up your own logs and posts.]

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FITNESS CENTER

[tokyodisa]

[On the ground floor, the fitness center is around the back. There is a large swimming pool shaped like a teardrop, two hot tubs, and a sauna. There is also an exercise room with extremely 1980s-looking equipment.]

[samson]

[Brock is used to going to the gym in the castle every morning, and he hates to break routine, so he's decided to give the fitness center in the hotel a shot.

He's dressed in track pants and a wifebeater (and he's smoking a cigarette, because that's what he does), but he just sort of stops once he's through the doors, staring at the equipment.]

This is...

[rogueofheart]

[Does he work out early in the morning? Like before school? That's okay, Nepeta's probably ditching it for the moment anyway. DETAILS.

Anyway, the point is that there's a very human looking Nepeta now popping up behind him.]

What's all that?

[samson]

[Who even goes to school!!

Brock is a super-spy, so of course he is not startled by a not-grey-and-also-not-horned Nepeta popping up. He just kind of looks over there, blinks, then looks over at the... machines...]

Really freakin' old equipment.

[rogueofheart]

[She just squints at them. She can't even tell what type of equipment they are.]

For what, torturing?

[samson]

No, it's... for exercise. You know? That's a treadmill.

[A really old treadmill??? God, what year did the castle drop them into...]

[rogueofheart]

[She tilts her head at the treadmill, and then looks back up at him.]

Are you sure that's what it's for?

[samson]

Pretty... sure? What else would it be for?

[rogueofheart]

That's what I'm asking. I mean, first of all, you shouldn't need a machine to exercise. Why would you want to run in place when you can run to places?

[samson]

Well, in case it's raining, or, uh... [Well, there are incline settings and stuff -- usually -- but he doesn't know how hi-tech this treadmill is, so...

He walks over to it instead.]

Look, why don't you give it a shot? Maybe you'll like it.

[rogueofheart]

But I won't like it because I'm not going anywhere! [She pulls a face at the machine] This just looks like a way to act like a tiny furbeast on a metal moving wheel chasing after milkbeast byproduct.

[samson]

[TEEN...AGERS......

Brock just holds up his hands, maybe trying some reverse psychology here. That tended to work on the Venture twins, but they were also... dumb.] Whoa! Sounds like somebody's afraid of trying new things. That's alright, I'll just check out this... super cool treadmill adventure by myself.

1/2

[rogueofheart]

[And for just a moment, a very brief and yet still existent moment, that line of thinking just might work. Nepeta leans in with interest. Should she...]

[rogueofheart]

[No, that's dumb.]

Okay then, you have fun with that! Do you need some help? You can get on the treadmill and I'll push the buttons for you.

[samson]

[SO CLOSE........ he sighs.]

I don't know. These things can be pretty dangerous if you just mash buttons.

[rogueofheart]

If they're so dangerous, why are you trying to get me to try it?

[samson]

It's not dangerous if you don't push a bunch of buttons at random.

[rogueofheart]

How am I supposed to even know if I'm pushing buttons at random? It's not like I have been able to read a single word anywhere since we got here. Everything just looks like a bunch of scribbles!

[samson]

Then I'll show you. C'mon.

[rogueofheart]

[Whoa what. Eagerly trailing along now.]

Can you read this stuff?

[samson]

Huh? Oh. Yeah, kind of. I know a lot of different languages.

[rogueofheart]

Can you teach me to read it, too? It's everywhere!

[samson]

It's super complicated, but I can teach you the, uh...

[...]

Can you read English? [THAT MIGHT HELP.]

[rogueofheart]

[She gives him a blank stare.]

Wait, which one is that?

[samson]

The... one...

[UHHHH hmmmm.......... he has to think about it for a second, which is a weird experience, but switches to English here.] This one. It sounds like this.