Downtime Log - Intro

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Log 01 Downtime Intro
Maybe you were walking to class, or riding into battle, or at your father's funeral, or gazing into the abyss as you brush your teeth and think about your waning youth. Maybe you're from 1000 years ago, or the far-flung future. But it doesn't matter how different you are, because all passengers will wake up sprawled on the same floor of the same car...


The Perfectly Average Everyday Normal Train Car

As characters stir from their slumber, they'll notice their new(?) phones vibrating in their pockets. An unread message is waiting for them...

FROM: clownductor one

Welcome to the Existential Express, car #83045029342000001.

[CHARACTER NAME] is currently engaged in Tutorial Mode.

Objectives:
> Read the Existential Express (E2) brochure.
> Access the user directory and send a message.
> Ask one of the other passengers to be your friend.
> Find the exit door.

By completing car objectives, passengers may proceed through the exit and onto the next car.

Thank you for riding with the Existential Express. Please enjoy your journey into the great unknown.

>>>>SUBJECT: New Passengers
How is that? I attempted to make it sound welcoming.

The message, strangely, cuts off there. The brochure goes over all the basic 'what is a train' questions people may have, but nothing else.

However, characters may find that the exit door is locked until they complete the objectives, so it's icebreaker time! On the bright side, it seems this is a dining car, so there's a few nice plates of treats and a bar that magically serves beverages when people make orders. The exit door will be locked until the objectives are complete! (Please see OOC notes below for more details.)

In any case, when they unlock the door and move on through the exit, there is a walkway to the next car. Please watch your step, and check out the FAQ for more details on trying to leave the train!

Immediately proceeding the intro car is...


The Land of Corginia Car

As characters enter the car, their phones will notify them of a new objective…

> Lend a helping paw.



Because this historical city is occupied with... dogs! Mostly corgis. They are smart, verbal, and very good boys and girls. The dogs are happy to play with anyone, and will also help passengers get to anywhere they want to go. The car itself is basically Rome, with low doorways and ceilings.

And because corgis do have short legs and zero thumbs, they will sometimes need and ask for assistance. For example, you and a partner may need to help the corgis cross a river, give them belly rubs, or reach a ball on a high shelf. They are easily distracted, squirmy little babies and will make life very difficult, but they're just so darn cute!


The Museum Car

(tw: body horror)

As the characters enter the car, their phones will notify them of a new objective…

> Complete yourself.



As passengers enter this car, they'll find themselves feeling notably lighter. This might be because they're suddenly missing a leg, or perhaps an arm, or their eyes, or tongue. Whatever it may be, a part of them has been taken away. There's no pain, or danger to their lives from the missing part, it simply isn't there.

It's been whisked away and hidden somewhere in the musty old museum that they've found themselves in. Luckily, it's currently closed, so there's nothing stopping them from raiding everything in sight! The displays span all manner of topics, from history to biology to space. Passengers might even find displays on familiar historical events or persons from their home worlds as they search—the collection is seemingly endless! Just watch out, because sometimes objects (and body parts) will come to life and lunge through the glass at anyone who walks a little too close.

NOTE: Characters can snipe items from the display cases in the museum! However, they'll discover the items are actually toy replicas made of flimsy plastic. They're completely non-functional and will break if handled too roughly.


The Birth of the Wind Car

As the characters enter the car, their phones will notify them of a new objective…

> Collect all the korogu seeds.



The world that lies ahead of the passengers is vast and lush; a spectacle of nature that spans snow-capped mountains, dense forests, deserts, and lakes. Aside from unusually large and extremely territorial fauna (1, 2, 3), the car appears devoid of any signs of civilization, and passengers might think themselves completely alone…

… Until they hear the tinkling of a bell, and a cheery, "yahaha!" in the distance. Upon closer inspection, the car is in fact populated by small, wooden creatures known as korogus (here). They hide at the tops of trees and mountains, on lone islands in large lakes, and under rocks. Once a passenger stumbles across their hiding place—whether knowingly or otherwise—they'll appear in a puff of magic holding a golden korogu seed. Simply finding them isn't enough for them to hand over the precious item however, and they'll require passengers to offer up one truth in exchange for a seed. And don't bother lying, they'll give you a solid bonk on the head and disappear if you do!


Numbers

Numbers! Everyone starts with one that glows on their bodies — as a fun thread mechanic, we suggest they're somewhere visible, but it's up to you!



Because while this is not IC knowledge yet, numbers are determined by how troubled your character is. This may be based on their past actions and crimes, but also alienating habits, regrets, personality flaws, trauma, etc — a higher number does not necessarily mean they're a bad person, but it may signify a difficult time in their life, or substantial personal issues.

Numbers change as characters work through their issues... which we'll cover next time! However, for this log, please note that numbers will remain static. They may flicker or warp occasionally, but don't worry about them going up or down for the intro! As a bonus, numbers can glow in any color you would like.


OOC Notes

Car Order: While the cars are linear and in the order shown, characters can freely move between these four cars for the next three weeks — players may assume 1:1 IC:OOC time ratio.

Locks: Passengers may follow other characters out of cars after they've been unlocked — so in general, players can assume optional cars on downtime months are unlocked if they don't want to play in them. Likewise, if your character ICly would not participate in a car but you still want to play with those prompts, you can assume they're locked in and must complete objectives. Feel free to pick and choose what you'd like to play from any downtime log!

Update: We will also have a small update in the coming weeks — the setting won't change, but there will be a few more (optional!) aspects to play with later.

Feel free to direct questions to our Discord help channel. Welcome to Locomo, and have fun!

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Satoru Gojo | Jujutsu Kaisen

[mugen]

I. Forced Friendship

[Being that he is nearly impossible to unsettle, Satoru takes his arrival on the train in stride. It's a nice improvement from where he was immediately before this, and though there's a big mess waiting for him back in his world, he's already come to terms that he won't be there for it — and placed his faith in his students, instead of worrying about his confinement. And this does seem to be another form of confinement, even if it's nicer than his previous digs. So! Rather than standing around and fretting, Satoru is going to get right to it!

And that means, making friends! Which ends up looking a lot like passing judgement. Satoru will look from person to person, trying to single out the best candidate for his questionable form of friendship.

Maybe you see him walking around, thoughtfully touching his chin as he glances at those he passes while muttering things like, Way too old, or, Too weak, or even, Maybe if there's no one else... Or maybe your character happens to hear one of those comments aimed at them.

Or, if you're lucky(?), Satoru will arbitrarily choose you, suddenly throwing an arm around your shoulders (which may feel a little strange, as it's not his arm that's actually touching those shoulders, but rather, a kind of barrier that prevents contact with his body), and saying:]

Looks like we're friends now.

[In reality, Satoru is using this show of nonsense to follow very specific traces of cursed energy he recognizes from his world, tracking down certain someone(s), and making sure no one has fallen victim to them...]

II. Unwanted Messages

[Satoru sends his required text at random, scrolling through the directory and choosing without looking. If you happen to be the recipient, you will see a message from an obnoxious handle consisting of all emojis.]

UN: @ ⬆️⬆️⬇️⬇️⬅️➡️⬅️➡️🅱️🅰️▶️

three of your favorite desserts

[What about them? He means name them, of course! Hence the immediate follow-up intended to rush the reply:]

GO!

III. The Museum

[By now, you may have seen Satoru around, and you've therefore probably noticed that he always wears a blindfold. So it shouldn't be startling to see him sauntering through the museum car with his eyes covered. What might be a surprise, however, is the fact that he's gone from suddenly (and mysteriously!) being able to walk around normally despite his blindfold, to bumping into people and displays like he can't see at all.]

My bad.

[Spoken casually after one of those collisions, with no visible alarm over his current situation, though it's turning out to be a problem. Beneath that blindfold of his, his beautiful baby blues have disappeared. That's right, he can't see a thing, which means that this whole complete yourself objective is a little complicated.

He takes a seat right in the middle of a hall, not paying any mind to the fact that he's blocking traffic, seemingly unbothered. His eyes may be gone, which definitely screws with his senses, but he still has his Infinity, the barrier that will protect him from being touched or harmed during this trying time. But he's a little tired, considering he can't self-heal and therefore can't keep his energy replenished, so when he hears someone walking by, he'll perk up and ask:]

See anything interesting in there?

[In there being whatever room they just came from, and interesting hopefully being his bright blue eyes that surely look unusual enough to catch someone's attention. They're kind of important, so he'd like them back before they end up in anyone else's hands...]

IV. Wildcard!

[Throw anything at Satoru, in any train car, and he'll roll with it! Feel free to reach out to me via pm or discord (Jenna#7787) if you want to plot something specific.]

ii

[shaft]

[ Claude kind of startles? He'd been tapping around this device trying to understand it, but this is... different. ]

@ ohdeer

Is this an objective?

[mugen]

[Huh. He can roll with this.]

yup

look around

do you see three desserts nearby

[shaft]

[ Claude is actually not in the dining car, so he does not. ]

Yes.

iii!

[ascends]

[a confrontation is inevitable. suguru has known this since waking up in this unfamiliar place, feeling both the weight of a phone in his pocket and an all-too familiar energy emanating from someone close by—and isn't it funny? isn't it? to not only be killed by the person once closest to you, but to have them follow you straight to hell.

but there was no time to waste, then; there was simply the drive to get up, to move, to pluck the phone from his pocket—with the hand he should not have—and read the ridiculous instructions waiting for him. they might have amused him, once? to be trapped in some silly game, forced to send messages and make friends—it makes him think of the person loitering at the opposite end of the car.

all the more reason to play along, suguru thought—and so play along he did, completing the objectives as swiftly as possible, because what he needed more than anything was space. the chance to consider the few curses at his disposal, to weigh his (limited) options before coming face-to-face with an old friend.

but even the best-laid plans go awry, as suguru well knows. it's no surprise, really, to find himself trapped in the second car he enters, missing the arm he'd so recently regained—and, as he picks his way through row after row of strange displays, sensing the very person he's gone to such lengths to stay a step ahead of. aha. and perhaps it would be easy to remain a step ahead of him, here and now, for if satoru is also missing some piece of himself...

...it may give suguru an advantage. something to exploit, so long as he presses first—and thus suguru reverses course? ignores the stillness surrounding him, the only sound being the occasional wsh of his empty sleeve brushing against his side. confronting satoru gojo is not a thing to take lightly; he steels himself for whatever is to come.

and yet.

the thing about satoru—the most useful thing; the most dangerous thing—is that suguru knows that he's human? and he has never looked more human than he does now, sitting on the floor like the nuisance that he is—or like a lost child, waiting for a parent to come scoop him up.

such a stupid thought. suguru knows the danger that even a seemingly relaxed satoru poses, which is why he comes to a stop a healthy distance away; he has no desire to lose his life for the second time, but there is something—well. he knows what others would take from satoru, if they had the chance; he knows the opportunity it would present.

and he thinks, too, of their last meeting. he was the one sitting on the ground then, slumped against a wall, completely and utterly defenseless; satoru was the one standing over him, prepared to do what he couldn't do before. talking of trust.

suguru feels something twist within him; he wills himself to ignore it.]

Doesn't that depend? [he asks, calmly, as he watches for even the slightest hint of movement.] On what you find interesting.

[mugen]

[From the moment Satoru first awoke on the train, he sensed Suguru's energy. He knew, as he sat up to look at the other passengers around him, that there was no mistaking it, just as there had been no mistaking it back when Suguru made his first move toward his inevitable demise: the cursed energy woven throughout the car meant that Suguru's body was on the train. It meant that somewhere within reach, it was seeing, feeling, breathing — and avoiding him.

What Satoru did not know as he casually scanned through the brochure and began his journey, annoying his way through passenger after passenger in an attempt to catch up with the bearer of that cursed energy, is whether it was the real Suguru — or whether his mistakes had been dragged into this train car with him, his one and only true misstep to be lorded over him by a conductor who might as well be a higher-up, with how he summoned Satoru here to deal with two very big problems from his world.

Because only a short time ago, Satoru was staring at Suguru's body, sensing his cursed energy, and knowing, without a shadow of a doubt, that the person staring back at him was not truly Suguru.

So as Satoru engaged in antics, as he smiled and laughed and ate whatever sweet treats the train provided — as he made his way through people and robots and dogs — he pursued, in his own way, the answer to that very important question: who is it that won't let him within reach?

Hindered without some of his more convenient, but less necessary, abilities, Satoru's progress was slower than it should have been. But there was more holding him back than his inability to teleport or hover in air — more than the necessary conservation of his energy and his inability to heal himself.

Even now, with the weight of his mistakes and their consequences on his shoulders, with Suguru's life ended and his body taken from him, with Satoru successfully captured, once an unthinkable feat — even now, there is only one person who has ever made Satoru hesitate.

And with no victims piled along the back of the train cars, with no network chatter about a dangerous monk, with no sign of Suguru using his curses to cause trouble — Satoru hesitates.

Without the prison realm in play, Satoru can easily take care of whoever holds Suguru's body hostage. But if it's Suguru, really Suguru, there is no easy that fits into Satoru's equation. There is only an if statement, followed by the weighted word again.

So when their game of cat-and-mouse draws to a close and Satoru plants himself on the museum floor, he is not only tired because he can't refresh his energy, nor because he's kept his barrier up since his arrival in anticipation of this encounter. Satoru is tired because he's still, after all these years, chasing a ghost. He's still looking for Suguru in places where he shouldn't be: outside of jujutsu society, in a bloodied alleyway, in a train station, and here, aboard the Existential Express.

Eyeless as he may currently be, Satoru isn't without his other senses. He lacks the ability to perceive cursed energy, but he can still feel it when it approaches. He can still identify it, though there is only darkness before him, a Suguru-shaped space carved into it by memory alone.

Maybe it's the distance that Suguru wisely keeps between them — one that reminds Satoru of a rainy day years ago, where they stood on opposite sides and spoke of remembering — or maybe it's the sentence he speaks, the answer he gives in the form of another question —

Or maybe it's just that Satoru has never needed eyes to know him.

But as Suguru stands there, Satoru knows the truth.

This confirmation brings with it a wave of memories still fresh from their last resurgence, a heavy feeling that settles on Satoru's chest, and a doubling down on a resolve that Satoru thought he would never have to muster again.

Not that he allows any of this to show through his casual sprawl. He is still Satoru — still prepared to meet this situation with as much levity as he would afford a conversation about the weather or a discussion about lunch.]

You count.

[Because as far as interesting goes, his once-dead best friend ranks higher than his eyes. As vital as those organs may be, he's had them his whole life; he's only had Suguru for a fraction of that time.

He faces Suguru as he says this, following the sound of his voice and the impression given off by his cursed energy. He pretends he sees him, because though Satoru could take Suguru in his current condition, the knowledge that his eyes are somewhere to be claimed is dangerous in the hands of any curse user — especially one that Satoru killed.

(And it has been so long since Satoru communicated any vulnerability to Suguru, no matter how small; to go down that path again would be more dangerous than acknowledging his missing pieces.)]

I didn't expect you to give up the game so soon.

[Nor to seek him out here, like this, on his own accord; even if Suguru knows that he is without his eyes, he of all people is aware that Satoru is still incredibly dangerous. This is a risk.

But maybe it's because he knows Satoru that he chooses to take it — because Satoru's next move is not that of a sorcerer facing an opponent.

He grins, as though there isn't all this time and space between them — as though the last time he looked upon Suguru, the real Suguru, he wasn't deathly still beneath his hands.]

I win.

[(Yo, he might have said once. It's been a while. But those words are no longer theirs.)]

[ascends]

[you count. the expected response—because suguru supposes that he is interesting, in some odd way; a restored, reanimated corpse is the sort of medical marvel that would send shoko reaching for her scalpel, but with satoru, it's more than that? it's as complicated as their past ties; it's as simple as the fact that, by somehow evading death, suguru is now living proof of satoru's failure.

(and suguru, despite himself, remembers those lazy days in the dorm, putting his reading on pause to watch satoru try whatever new game he'd picked up. it never took satoru long to master them; he was as quick at picking up new controls as he was at picking up everything else, but occasionally he would lose—and he would make something of a production out of it? tipping his head back against the bed to whine about whatever cheap shot took him out, waiting for suguru to goad him into giving it another try.)

but even as satoru shifts about—even as suguru once again takes stock of his curses, finding them lacking—suguru remains still, searching the bit of satoru's face that is visible. he knows what it's like to fail; he'd felt the shame of it as he'd leaned against that wall not so very long ago, though it had been tempered, somewhat, by a strange sense of relief. at least it was satoru, in the end.

at least it was satoru.

which is not to say that suguru has any intention of dying again. he is prepared to do what he must, if it comes down to it—but for now he hums, as though he's graciously granting satoru this point.]

You always were a sore loser.

[and thus i let you win, that tone implies. the type of tease that was friendly, once, but has since taken on new meaning. dangerous.

but less dangerous than the question he asks next, as his eyes linger on that blindfold.]

And your prize?

[after all, that's how their games used to work. impossible for suguru to forget, thanks to the charm tucked somewhere on his person.]

i

[badtempered]

[Eunyoo immediately jumps at the arm around her shoulders, too surprised to register how it actually feels. Instead, she attempts to slide out of his funky grip, so that she can point her baseball bat at him in an effort to look threatening(?).]

Pass. I don't make friends with perverts.

[also she's pretty sure she heard him call her weak before?? she absolutely remembers that]

[mugen]

[This show of spirit! Eunyoo reminds Satoru of a certain tool-wielding student who has the misfortune of being instructed by him back in his world, and that's why he backs off to look at her with new consideration, appraising her stance. He'll sidestep the pervert comment (rude!) to focus on what's caught his interest.]

How hard can you swing that thing?

[Satoru knows his way around a baseball bat; whether or not she can pack a punch with her swing won't matter if she's facing a real threat. Hence, his original assessment of weak (which he also happens to remember uttering in her direction!) definitely still applies, so he won't be taking that back. But he is willing to give points for spunk.]

[badtempered]

[There is something really strange about the fact that he notices that she's holding a bat when he's like... wearing a blindfold? Actually, how did he even throw his arm around her in the first place??? Maybe he can still see... light... underneath it?? This is so weird. It's like he's a character from a manhwa. Maybe it's cosplay? Maybe he's just sensitive to light?

Eunyoo holds up the bat higher, half because she wants to feel safe(ish) and half because she's curious to see if he'll notice the additions put on it.]

I can swing hard enough to knock your teeth out, so don't try anything.

[it's nice to have big dreams... She's very skinny, and her build screams "not a baseball player, just a normie who happened upon a baseball bat", but there's a tension in her shoulders like she's expecting something bad to happen at any moment. Even if it is from someone wearing a blindfold.]

ii

[unrepentant]

FROM skywalker

BLUE MILK CUSTARD
PALLIES
HONEYCRUST

[mugen]

[Consider Satoru interested! He's never heard of any of these...blue milk custard sounds totally suspicious, but he can guess at what it is, and honeycrust is self-explanatory (he thinks), but...]

what are pallies

[unrepentant]

Oh
They're little green fruits. Probably an acquired taste anyway.

[And true to form it's only now that Anakin pauses to consider motive. He wouldn't describe himself as suspicious by nature, but he's also had a small lifetime of being lectured to think before he acts. And besides, he is curious.]

Why? Don't tell me there's been an exotic dessert car all along.

network.

[sociably]

[ too late, she feels rushed. ]

user @ ✨ BEATRIX ✨ is typing...
jam with toast
blueberry pancakes
vanilla cake with fresh fruit and whipped cream
the parfaits they serve in the cafe down the street
the fizzy blue drinks they serve at siero's shop in auguste
chocolate cupcakes with raspberry filling

[ this is more than three but who's counting? actually she's just going to keep going until he stops her. ]

[mugen]

[Satoru's counting, that's who! And he's going to let Beatrix go on for a little while, as he is greatly enjoying this never-ending list of desserts and her seemingly frantic desire to list them all.

Finally, after several moments and many desserts:]

that's way more than three

[It's definitely partially his fault for not stopping her sooner but he has no remorse.]

minus thirty-five points for not following directions

but i'll give you a couple back for enthusiasm

C

[Surprise! This was a test with an arbitrary grading rubric. Thanks for playing!]

1/2

[sociably]

[ wait, hello?? this was a test???????????? ]

2/2

[sociably]

[ noooOOOOOOoooOOOOOOO ]

a C???
but i listed so many!!!!
give me another chance, i promise i can do better!
please please pretty please!

forced friendship with a twist!!!

[maleviolent]

[Gee, I wonder which certain someone(s) he could be tracking down! Look no further, Jujutsu Sorcerer! Sukuna is here! Insert Superman music here... but in minor. So it's evil sounding.

He sports his usual attitude as he stands nearby, watching. Ergo hands in his pockets and smarmy shitty shit ass smile on his face -- looking down his nose at the two despite being 5'8". Don't ask me how, he just manages it he's Sukuna. He at least does not attack head-on as he did before when they first met. Lessons learned or whatever.]

Still following the orders of others, Gojo Satoru? What a disappointment.

aw yeah

[mugen]

[How lucky! Satoru is so used to curses avoiding him whenever possible that he had been ready for an annoyingly long journey of searching for Sukuna — and had thought that Sukuna would make a big mess in the process, creating a bunch of work for him, since he seems to be the only jujutsu sorcerer on this train. But as Sukuna has so graciously delivered himself into his hands, it looks like Satoru will be done with work long before dinner. Nanami would be proud. Sukuna is, perhaps, already too proud.

But there is an innocent bystander, which is not great, especially since Satoru's hold on her shoulders is currently keeping her in place, making him responsible for whatever will happen next. So he addresses his new "friend" first, pulling away his arm and giving the poor woman an abrupt shove backwards.]

Sorry, I found someone new.

[Aka please hightail it out of here.

Then, to Sukuna, a smile not unlike the one he gave him when they first met.]

And you're still not following orders at all. What can we do about that...

[Why does he sound pleased over this? Because there's an easy loophole for forcing Sukuna to play by the rules! Hence a brief show of thinking about it, and then a snap of his fingers to show he has an idea.]

Hey, Sukuna. Wanna be my friend?

[Since Satoru has already established network communications with multiple people, somewhere in this car, a train door is now unlocking in dismay upon hearing these words spoken without any true intent.]

i!

[constrainer]

[ Like the other man, Kurapika is doing the same thing— trying to suss out familiar readings of energy that may come from his home world. Nen users like him are always reading the auras of the people they're around— assessing how strong they are, how malicious their intent is. It has something to do with taking a peek at each and every person's spirit and that spirit's power— that's how those in tune with the supernatural from his home describe it, anyway.

That's why Kurapika bristles when the arm is suddenly slung around him, the strange barrier between himself and the other man not exactly familiar, but not exactly unfamiliar, either. The other man may even notice that Kurapika has a thin veil of spiritual energy hardened over his shoulders himself (and the rest of his body, for that matter). ]

Excuse me, [ He doesn't waste time shrugging out from underneath that arm, his eyes leering. What was that? Not something natural, that's for sure, which is why he immediately goes on the defensive, turning to face him. ] That won't be necessary.

[ The touching, or the asking to be friends...? It isn't clear which he means, but judging by the frown, maybe he means both?? ]

[mugen]

[So polite! This isn't the first rejection that Satoru has received today, but it is the first one that was delivered with manners, which is exactly why Satoru decides against moving on to the next unlucky object of his unwanted friendship. Something about the way this kid is following the rules of conversational etiquette while being defensive makes Satoru want to pester him...or maybe he's just missing Nanami's stiffness.]

Don't be shy.

[For now, he'll put his hands in his pockets as he makes a show of considering this rejection, pressing his lips together in thought. Meanwhile, he's attempting to scope out that energy he briefly felt when coming into contact with him. Interesting! This is the first time he's encountered someone who has an ability that feels like it could have some parallels with cursed energy.]

How else do you plan on getting out of here?

[Here being the train car, but also the train itself. Satoru learned long ago that there's value in having strong allies, and as none of his students are here, that means he has to start all over again with recruiting potentials — in pursuit of the smaller, and hopefully easily obtained, goal of escaping this train. Or at least reaching the higher-up(s) in charge to teach them a lesson or two.]

iii

[onlyhope]

Careful — [ A man with a blindfold would probably stick out in any crowd, if one wasn't used to seeing all shape and sizes. Perhaps he's light sensitive, or perhaps he doesn't use his eyes at all. Obi-Wan can't hope to guess what sort of world he is from, especially since most of the beings here apparently don't come from any galaxy or cluster he has heard of previously. He may be humanoid but in the grand scheme of the universe that means very little.

Though one question is answered as he blusters right into Obi-Wan. His nimbleness of before has abruptly vanished, so whatever he has lost it has clearly removed an important sense. Fortunately for the both of them perhaps, Obi-Wan is used to dealing with young men about this height always on the move, regardless of the fact he seems to have almost a foot on Obi-Wan. Reflex makes both of his hands come up immediately, plainly about to catch the individual from potentially losing his balance. ]

[mugen]

[Satoru isn't used to be vulnerable in any sense of the word. He's been literally and consistently untouchable ever since he perfected his self-reverse technique as a teenager, and while he's still technically protected by his abilities, missing his eyes means missing more than just his sight. Not only can he not see, but his ability to sense cursed energy has been muted to such an extent that he's not able to sense where his eyes may be — let alone who or what he might be walking into during his attempt to search. Factor in the fact that his eyes are probably somewhere for the taking, and this is truly the first time that Satoru has been at a mild disadvantage in years.

But! Satoru also happens to be terminally chill, hence why he's meandering around seemingly without a care in the world, nearly taking out displays and people alike. He carries himself with the confidence of someone who isn't missing something incredibly vital, because he still has boundless conviction that he'd win a fight even in this condition, and because he still has a lot going for him.

What he doesn't have going for him: balance, especially after this unfortunate and rather forceful collision with someone kind enough to try to keep him from falling. He does end up tripping, and though he normally could more or less walk on air to prevent a fall, that ability has been missing since he first woke up on the train. Reflexively, he expands his Infinity, pushing it outward to both buffer himself and preemptively avoid what could be a counter attack from someone he can only hear and not see.

Hence: Satoru manages to regain his footing, but also manages to repel his would-be rescuer with what is essentially a barrier around his body.]

Nice try.

[In lieu of a thank you, since he isn't sure what the guy was up to...not to mention Satoru just lacks manners in general. The words aren't exactly kind, but he does grin as he says them.]

I can't be touched that easily.

i!

[overruns]

[ While Dimitri is probably not a great Friendship Candidate by whatever weird metric Satoru is using, at least he's around to be arbitrarily draped on. The set of his shoulders goes stiff upon contact though, not aggressive, but plainly unused to someone deciding to so casually drop into his personal space, like he might punch him in surprise. But he reins in the reflex. His expression is trained into something similarly polite, if a little distant for it.

Sufficed to say, it is not the greeting of a friend. Could be worse, though. ]

...If only it were that easy.

[ Said with an exasperated sort of humor. ]

I'm not certain the train will be appeased unless we make a genuine effort.

[mugen]

[Whoa, this is the first time all day that someone hasn't dramatically shaken him off! Sure, Dimitri went a little stiff and maybe it looked a little dicey for half a second, but this is a lot better than the actual punch that Satoru took to his Infinty ten minutes ago.

He's curious! Who allows strangers to hug their shoulders without some kind of exaggerated attempt to get away? Who accepts invasion of space with polite restraint? The kind of person he wants to get to know, that's who!]

You think?

[Unfortunately, since Dimitri is allowing this, he's now officially stuck with Satoru, who absolutely will continue to milk this situation by keeping his arm draped over his shoulders. Indefinitely. Congratulations on your new annoying accessory.]

I bet there're loopholes.

[Not that Satoru much of a loophole guy himself. You don't need loopholes in life when you can annihilate most obstacles in your way. He'd prefer to stick it to the higher-up(s) that run this place by irritating them to death and then annihilating them too, instead of outwitting his way through their objectives.]