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Last post by Transmute Jun 5 Dec 2013 06:57
This week, and for the rest of the year, unless someone wants to take one of the last few Sundays of 2013, we have an anonymous prompt:
Advertising
I am terrible. *laughs* 
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Jun looked up, startled, as Jinpei suddenly barreled through the front door of the Snack J. He was holding a newspaper and a small envelope in his hand, eyes bright with excitement.
"Well, what's got you so chipper this morning?" Jun asked, a smile tugging at her lips.
"Sis, I won a contest!" he crowed while dancing a little jig. "I've never won anything before in my life!"
"A contest? Really? What did you win?"
He slid the newspaper across the counter to her, and placed the envelope next to it.
"I won tickets to see Oprah!"
Jun rolled her eyes as she began wiping down the counter. For some reason unknown to her, Jinpei loved watching the talk show host and her myriad of dysfunctional guests, baring all their personal problems on television for the entire world to see.
"Two weeks ago the city paper had a listing for the contest, and I entered it!" His grin was large enough that it almost split his head in half. "The tickets were donated by a big advertising agency, they're supposed to be good seats too!"
But he paused a moment, enthusiasm momentarily quelled, and scratched his head.
"What I don't understand is why it states I need to "dress formal" just to attend the show."
"What?" Jun frowned, glancing up from her work. "That can't be right."
"It is! Here, look...."
Jinpei turned the newspaper to a page with the contest details and Jun tugged it closer, studying it carefully.
She wasn't sure what to say. The large woman with the braids and the horned helmet should have been a dead giveaway, but...this
was was Jinpei she was talking about.
"Ummmm, Jinpei." she said, trying to bite back a laugh. "You didn't win tickets to see Oprah."
She carefully spread the newspaper open across the bar, turning it around to face him, and pointed to the advertisement with her finger.
"You won tickets to the OPERA."
Jun chuckled as his face fell, and he kicked the stool in front of him.
"Oh maaaannnn." he complained. "What do I want to go to an opera for?"
Jun straightened up, and dusted off her apron.
"Well, you could take me! I want to go. Those are expensive tickets!"
"Great, stuck at a dumb opera with my sister..." Jinpei moaned, collapsing onto a stool and resting his head onto this folded arms.
"Hey! It wouldn't hurt you to be exposed to a little culture!" she swatted at him with her wet cleaning rag. "And get your head off my clean counter!"
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Jun looked up, startled, as Jinpei suddenly barreled through the front door of the Snack J. He was holding a newspaper and a small envelope in his hand, eyes bright with excitement.
"Well, what's got you so chipper this morning?" Jun asked, a smile tugging at her lips.
"Sis, I won a contest!" he crowed while dancing a little jig. "I've never won anything before in my life!"
"A contest? Really? What did you win?"
He slid the newspaper across the counter to her, and placed the envelope next to it.
"I won tickets to see Oprah!"
Jun rolled her eyes as she began wiping down the counter. For some reason unknown to her, Jinpei loved watching the talk show host and her myriad of dysfunctional guests, baring all their personal problems on television for the entire world to see.
"Two weeks ago the city paper had a listing for the contest, and I entered it!" His grin was large enough that it almost split his head in half. "The tickets were donated by a big advertising agency, they're supposed to be good seats too!"
But he paused a moment, enthusiasm momentarily quelled, and scratched his head.
"What I don't understand is why it states I need to "dress formal" just to attend the show."
"What?" Jun frowned, glancing up from her work. "That can't be right."
"It is! Here, look...."
Jinpei turned the newspaper to a page with the contest details and Jun tugged it closer, studying it carefully.
She wasn't sure what to say. The large woman with the braids and the horned helmet should have been a dead giveaway, but...this
was was Jinpei she was talking about.
"Ummmm, Jinpei." she said, trying to bite back a laugh. "You didn't win tickets to see Oprah."
She carefully spread the newspaper open across the bar, turning it around to face him, and pointed to the advertisement with her finger.
"You won tickets to the OPERA."
Jun chuckled as his face fell, and he kicked the stool in front of him.
"Oh maaaannnn." he complained. "What do I want to go to an opera for?"
Jun straightened up, and dusted off her apron.
"Well, you could take me! I want to go. Those are expensive tickets!"
"Great, stuck at a dumb opera with my sister..." Jinpei moaned, collapsing onto a stool and resting his head onto this folded arms.
"Hey! It wouldn't hurt you to be exposed to a little culture!" she swatted at him with her wet cleaning rag. "And get your head off my clean counter!"
Becky Rock
Gatchamaniac
posted 1 Dec 2013 10:42
That's good, Redbird! Jinpei needs to pay more attention to what he reads.
One of these weeks I'll come up with something that doesn't involve Jinpei and his reading comprehension problems! *laughs*
ElectricWhite
Gatchamaniac
posted 1 Dec 2013 11:28
Good one, RB! Maybe Jinpei will learn to slow down and read past the first couple of letters....
(My great-nephew had that problem.)
ElectricWhite
Gatchamaniac
posted 1 Dec 2013 15:35
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Oh, damn this doesn't sound good for Ryu, EW! 
And I have another response for this week, not Jinpei related. LOL.
While all the men I've known in my life like looking at women's lingerie catalogs (Victoria's Secret, etc), ladies man or not, none of them ever want to step into the store. LOL.
Just a bit of fun....
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The whole thing was a racket, he thought humorously as he flicked at a row of pink sparkly brassieres, with his finger. He watched as they lazily swayed to and fro on their displays, before coming to a stop. Expensive, packaged sex on plastic hangers.
Joe sighed and stuffed his hands in his pockets, resigning himself to the beige and white striped chair that sat in the corner of the store. He would have waited outside, except for the group of proselytizers that had taken up residence in front of the establishment, touting that God could save your soul, if you would let him.
Why Jun had to drag him in here was beyond him. It was supposed to be a quick run to the mall, that was it. They had all been hanging out at the Snack J that afternoon. Ryu and Jinpei were upstairs watching a horror movie, and Ken was engrossed with writing up mission reports in one of the corner booths, stacks of papers set in neat piles across the table. It was cold and had been raining hard, and she hadn't wanted to take her motorcycle out on the road. When she asked him if he would give her a lift, he shrugged and mumbled a "sure" around a mouthful of cheeseburger.
It had been dead at the Snack and he needed some air anyway.
He was beginning to regret his decision, considering Jun had been in the dressing room for the better part of an hour. Just how long did it take a woman to try on a few goddamned bras? For God sake he knew they came off fast enough, that was for sure.
He should have waited in the car like he initially planned, but no, she insisted he come inside. That it was stupid he sit in the car, when it was warmer in the mall. And damn him, he had acquiesced.
Joe absently stared at a black and purple lace, gel filled push-up and closed his eyes. He was surrounded by padded bras, skimpy thongs and drawers full of stockings. And the store reeked of some noxious powdery scent that he supposed someone thought smelled good. His nose itched and he was sure he was going to sneeze.
He needed to get out of here, and soon.
Besides, being around all these instruments of seduction was beginning to turn him on; imagining a tall studious brunette in that dark blue slip, and a tanned sunny blonde surfer girl type in the silver camisole.
Growing antsy, he stood up and began to pace. He glanced at the clock on the wall by the cash registers; how much longer was Jun going to be?
While he didn't begrudge women buying pretty underwear (especially if he benefitted from it), a small part of him couldn't help but think the business of push-up's and padded "this and that", was...well...misleading.
Kind of like promoting false advertising. Like "blammo" get past all the wrapping and trappings, and you find out there's less there then what you expected.
Joe was about to stalk back to the chair again, when the thought he heard someone calling his name. He frowned, and craned his neck over the sea of clothing racks. Ah, there towards the left side of the store he could see a pale hand waving in midair.
Winding his way quickly through the store, he came upon the changing booths breathing a sigh of relief.
"Jun, are you ready to go?" he asked, praying the answer was yes.
"No!" came her reply, and a bra smacked him in the head as she tossed it over the top of the changing room door. "Get me this in another size.."
He plucked the garment off his head. It was a fragile looking red lace bra, that looked like it would tear if you stared at it too hard.
Frantically he glanced around. There were no salespeople to be seen. Why did he feel like he was on candid camera or something?
"Uh....Jun I can't find a sales girl...."
"Just get me a bigger size Joe, you don't need a sales girl...." she snapped."They're by the front of the store."
Mouth in a firm line, he cut a path towards the front of the store. He scanned the racks quickly, and to his relief found the one Jun wanted almost immediately. Flipping size tags over and fumbling among the hangers, he yanked one of them free, and hastily headed back the way he came.
"Jun, I have it."
Searching fingers reached over the top of the door, and he stuffed it into her hand.
After a moment or two of waiting and hearing the rustle of clothing, he asked her again, if she was ready to leave.
"Shit!" she cried. "I can't get this thing off! It's caught on the back of my shirt..."
"Oh for God sake!" he murmured impatiently, just wanting to leave already. "Open the damned door Jun."
"Like hell I will...!" she huffed. He could see her crossing her arms in his minds eye, and despite his mood, it made him want to smile.
"Gimme a break Jun. It's not like I haven't seen your underwear before..."
Oh, I shouldn't have said that he immediately thought, wincing.
A frustrated growl emanated from inside the changing room, and the door flew open almost smacking him in the head. He quickly stepped inside and closed over the door behind him. Jun was standing with her back towards him, and he could see the embarrassment in her face reflected by the mirror in front of her.
"The hooks are caught in the sweater I was trying on as well..." she told him. "I can't reach them..."
Upon closer inspection, sure enough she had missed one of the flimsy hooks and it twisted, burying itself into the knit of the sweater. He had trouble trying to free it from the fabric, his larger fingers unable to grasp it. Plus he was distracted by the very pale skin of Jun's back that was presented to him.
"It's not budging.." he told her. "It's stuck, but good." He was about to continue, to tell her if he pulled on it the sweater would probably rip, when Jun suddenly pulled her arms out of her sweater from underneath. Before he could move, she pulled the top over her head, leaving her only clad in the flimsy red lace bra and jeans.
The first unchecked thought that ran through his mind was that he should go lingerie shopping with Jun more often.
The second was that, no, Jun definitely did not need a padded bra.
And I have another response for this week, not Jinpei related. LOL.
While all the men I've known in my life like looking at women's lingerie catalogs (Victoria's Secret, etc), ladies man or not, none of them ever want to step into the store. LOL.
Just a bit of fun....
*****************
The whole thing was a racket, he thought humorously as he flicked at a row of pink sparkly brassieres, with his finger. He watched as they lazily swayed to and fro on their displays, before coming to a stop. Expensive, packaged sex on plastic hangers.
Joe sighed and stuffed his hands in his pockets, resigning himself to the beige and white striped chair that sat in the corner of the store. He would have waited outside, except for the group of proselytizers that had taken up residence in front of the establishment, touting that God could save your soul, if you would let him.
Why Jun had to drag him in here was beyond him. It was supposed to be a quick run to the mall, that was it. They had all been hanging out at the Snack J that afternoon. Ryu and Jinpei were upstairs watching a horror movie, and Ken was engrossed with writing up mission reports in one of the corner booths, stacks of papers set in neat piles across the table. It was cold and had been raining hard, and she hadn't wanted to take her motorcycle out on the road. When she asked him if he would give her a lift, he shrugged and mumbled a "sure" around a mouthful of cheeseburger.
It had been dead at the Snack and he needed some air anyway.
He was beginning to regret his decision, considering Jun had been in the dressing room for the better part of an hour. Just how long did it take a woman to try on a few goddamned bras? For God sake he knew they came off fast enough, that was for sure.
He should have waited in the car like he initially planned, but no, she insisted he come inside. That it was stupid he sit in the car, when it was warmer in the mall. And damn him, he had acquiesced.
Joe absently stared at a black and purple lace, gel filled push-up and closed his eyes. He was surrounded by padded bras, skimpy thongs and drawers full of stockings. And the store reeked of some noxious powdery scent that he supposed someone thought smelled good. His nose itched and he was sure he was going to sneeze.
He needed to get out of here, and soon.
Besides, being around all these instruments of seduction was beginning to turn him on; imagining a tall studious brunette in that dark blue slip, and a tanned sunny blonde surfer girl type in the silver camisole.
Growing antsy, he stood up and began to pace. He glanced at the clock on the wall by the cash registers; how much longer was Jun going to be?
While he didn't begrudge women buying pretty underwear (especially if he benefitted from it), a small part of him couldn't help but think the business of push-up's and padded "this and that", was...well...misleading.
Kind of like promoting false advertising. Like "blammo" get past all the wrapping and trappings, and you find out there's less there then what you expected.
Joe was about to stalk back to the chair again, when the thought he heard someone calling his name. He frowned, and craned his neck over the sea of clothing racks. Ah, there towards the left side of the store he could see a pale hand waving in midair.
Winding his way quickly through the store, he came upon the changing booths breathing a sigh of relief.
"Jun, are you ready to go?" he asked, praying the answer was yes.
"No!" came her reply, and a bra smacked him in the head as she tossed it over the top of the changing room door. "Get me this in another size.."
He plucked the garment off his head. It was a fragile looking red lace bra, that looked like it would tear if you stared at it too hard.
Frantically he glanced around. There were no salespeople to be seen. Why did he feel like he was on candid camera or something?
"Uh....Jun I can't find a sales girl...."
"Just get me a bigger size Joe, you don't need a sales girl...." she snapped."They're by the front of the store."
Mouth in a firm line, he cut a path towards the front of the store. He scanned the racks quickly, and to his relief found the one Jun wanted almost immediately. Flipping size tags over and fumbling among the hangers, he yanked one of them free, and hastily headed back the way he came.
"Jun, I have it."
Searching fingers reached over the top of the door, and he stuffed it into her hand.
After a moment or two of waiting and hearing the rustle of clothing, he asked her again, if she was ready to leave.
"Shit!" she cried. "I can't get this thing off! It's caught on the back of my shirt..."
"Oh for God sake!" he murmured impatiently, just wanting to leave already. "Open the damned door Jun."
"Like hell I will...!" she huffed. He could see her crossing her arms in his minds eye, and despite his mood, it made him want to smile.
"Gimme a break Jun. It's not like I haven't seen your underwear before..."
Oh, I shouldn't have said that he immediately thought, wincing.
A frustrated growl emanated from inside the changing room, and the door flew open almost smacking him in the head. He quickly stepped inside and closed over the door behind him. Jun was standing with her back towards him, and he could see the embarrassment in her face reflected by the mirror in front of her.
"The hooks are caught in the sweater I was trying on as well..." she told him. "I can't reach them..."
Upon closer inspection, sure enough she had missed one of the flimsy hooks and it twisted, burying itself into the knit of the sweater. He had trouble trying to free it from the fabric, his larger fingers unable to grasp it. Plus he was distracted by the very pale skin of Jun's back that was presented to him.
"It's not budging.." he told her. "It's stuck, but good." He was about to continue, to tell her if he pulled on it the sweater would probably rip, when Jun suddenly pulled her arms out of her sweater from underneath. Before he could move, she pulled the top over her head, leaving her only clad in the flimsy red lace bra and jeans.
The first unchecked thought that ran through his mind was that he should go lingerie shopping with Jun more often.
The second was that, no, Jun definitely did not need a padded bra.
ElectricWhite
Gatchamaniac
posted 1 Dec 2013 17:48
Oh, Joe sure has it rough sometimes! 
Transmute Jun
Queen of the Bird Missiles
posted 1 Dec 2013 19:02
Ooh... maybe Jun is looking to see how well the bra works... 
And in your other fic, I love how we've made a theme out of Jinpei misreading words!
EW, I wish Ryu thought a bit faster on his feet! I suspect he's headed for trouble! 
And in your other fic, I love how we've made a theme out of Jinpei misreading words!
EW, I wish Ryu thought a bit faster on his feet! I suspect he's headed for trouble!
Transmute Jun
Queen of the Bird Missiles
posted 1 Dec 2013 19:06
Okay, this isn't mine, but it was the first thing that came to mind when I saw the prompt.
*****
A Lesson in Advertising: Picking the Right Spokesperson.
RB - Loved both pieces but Joe in a lingerie shop is classic.
EW - Nice to see you continuing the story! Poor Ryu. He just keeps sinking in deeper ...
TJ - seems about right
LOL, EW! I've never seen that smiley before. Yeah, that pretty much sums it up. 
(Depending on other prompts there might be more.)
Originally posted by Transmute Jun Ooh... maybe Jun is looking to see how well the bra works...We'll just have to wait and see if this goes anywhere!
Originally posted by Transmute JunAnd in your other fic, I love how we've made a theme out of Jinpei misreading words!I know, but poor Jinpei.
Originally posted by jublke RB - Loved both pieces but Joe in a lingerie shop is classic.I just couldn't resist!
(Depending on other prompts there might be more.)
Daniella T
GatchaFreak
posted 2 Dec 2013 13:11
RB - I have the sneaky suspicion that Jinpei isn't the first one to make this mistake (at least in Europe)...
EW - when you find yourself wondering if it's a trap...it usually is!
Now for my comments.....
RB - poor Jinpei does it again... when will he learn! Still he won tickets to the opera and that's pretty good going!
As for Joe, I'm not really sure if I feel sorry for him or not....
probably not!
EW - how indeed? Has anyone else noticed how the team are getting preferential treatment? There's a lot more to this than meets the eye, and I can't wait for you to get to it!
TJ - poor Keyop really isn't the best advertisement for speech therapy, is he.
probably not!
EW - how indeed? Has anyone else noticed how the team are getting preferential treatment? There's a lot more to this than meets the eye, and I can't wait for you to get to it!
TJ - poor Keyop really isn't the best advertisement for speech therapy, is he.
I'm thinking Jinpei was having a moment of dyslexia in my prompt. And the Joe one was fun to write.
KT: Ken better get out of there quick! Not a good idea that he stays behind, but if we know the Eagle, he has something planned.....
KT: Ken better get out of there quick! Not a good idea that he stays behind, but if we know the Eagle, he has something planned.....
Transmute Jun
Queen of the Bird Missiles
posted 3 Dec 2013 06:44
KT, I can appreciate how Ken feels, but is this really the time to be taking a nap????
ElectricWhite
Gatchamaniac
posted 3 Dec 2013 10:53
Originally posted by Transmute Jun KT, I can appreciate how Ken feels, but is this really the time to be taking a nap????Are you sure he's not centering himself to use the Force to make Katse trip and fall on his face?
Originally posted by ElectricWhiteOoooh, that's a good one EW....Originally posted by Transmute Jun KT, I can appreciate how Ken feels, but is this really the time to be taking a nap????Are you sure he's not centering himself to use the Force to make Katse trip and fall on his face?
Now will it fit with the next prompt???
Transmute Jun
Queen of the Bird Missiles
posted 3 Dec 2013 16:13
Well I think the next couple of weeks are open. Perhaps someone could offer to take next week and submit the word 'force'. 
ElectricWhite
Gatchamaniac
posted 3 Dec 2013 16:56
Originally posted by Transmute Jun Well I think the next couple of weeks are open. Perhaps someone could offer to take next week and submit the word 'force'.Wow, TJ, how long has it been since you last used the pokey stick? I remember when it seemed like every other one of your posts had a pokey stick.... Also, should you really be blindly whipping a pokey stick around like that? You could put somebody's eye out!
KT: Now I'm worried about Ken, too. It's not like him to crash on the job.
Daniella T
GatchaFreak
posted 4 Dec 2013 13:28
KT -- Poor Ken! This doesn't look good...
TJ -- Ermmm....I'm embarrassed to say it...but I didn't understand the cartoon. What is Keyop doing in that hat?
Transmute Jun
Queen of the Bird Missiles
posted 4 Dec 2013 13:56
Daniella, I'm not sure about the hat (the cartoon isn't mine) but the joke is the program. Hooked on Phonics is an American program for sounding out reading words/pronunciation.
Daniella T
GatchaFreak
posted 4 Dec 2013 14:33
Ah ok, now it makes sense!
The hat Keyop was in looks like a stereotypical pimps hat. 
Redbird #1: LOL, you're having so much fun tormenting Jinpei. Poor guy really is gonna end up in a remedial class. (Either that or all the embarrassment is gonna inspire him to be a lot more careful.)
EW: Smart thinking, Ryu.
Redbird #2: At least Joe got a bit of a reward for his frustrated waiting! I love his observations on lingerie.
TJ: LOL
KT: Meep, Ken's in trouble ... it could be entertaining to confuse everyone with 2 Katses wandering around, but not if Ken's in no state to run if he has to.
(Either that or all the embarrassment is gonna inspire him to be a lot more careful.)
EW: Smart thinking, Ryu.
Redbird #2: At least Joe got a bit of a reward for his frustrated waiting! I love his observations on lingerie.
TJ: LOL
KT: Meep, Ken's in trouble ... it could be entertaining to confuse everyone with 2 Katses wandering around, but not if Ken's in no state to run if he has to.
I am horrible to poor Jinpei! LOL. And the comments Joe made on lingerie just seemed to fit.
Hmmmm......Very interesting CW. And there's a mystery for us to solve! I wonder what exactly Ken's mom has gotten herself involved in (that involves Ken). Something with Galactor...(heh, heh)?
Ken is certainly very skittish.....
Curiouser and curiouser....
Loved the part about Joe thinking his ass would fuse to the porch! Ouch!
Well done and keep going!
Hmmmm......Very interesting CW. And there's a mystery for us to solve! I wonder what exactly Ken's mom has gotten herself involved in (that involves Ken). Something with Galactor...(heh, heh)?
Ken is certainly very skittish.....
Curiouser and curiouser....
Loved the part about Joe thinking his ass would fuse to the porch! Ouch!
Well done and keep going!
Transmute Jun
Queen of the Bird Missiles
posted 5 Dec 2013 06:57
Ken's definitely acting very unlike himself (his canon self) and now it could make sense, if there was some 'Galactor reprogramming' involved.
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