Jump 152: Tenchi Muyo - Slice of Life

Jump 152: Tenchi Muyo - Slice of Life

Location: Japan, Earth
Age: 212
Identity: [-100] Supertech-Mago-Scientist
Drawbacks: [+400] Hopeless Suitor (x2)

[600/1300]  The UnChousin One
[Free]      Simple Scientific Solution
[700/1300]  Technobabel Fish
[1100/1300] The Maddest Science Yet
[1300/1300] Living Technology

Jump 153: Tenchi Muyo - Space Opera
Age: 212
Identity: Supertech-Mago-Scientist

Drawbacks: [+750] The OTHER Chousin One
[100/1550]  Trained In The Old Ways
[400/1550]  Overcoming Sample Bias
[1200/1550] Ghost Horror Ship Story
[Free]      Heavy Weapon
[1250/1550] Jurian Interface
[1550/1550] Master Key

I have been to many Japans, but this one is just too goddamn weird for me. Apparently it's actually known that there's contact with aliens but it's either deliberately brushed under the rug or treated with such casual disregard that it's completely astonishing, unless there's something behind the scenes pulling the strings to manipulate things to that end.

Of course it doesn't take much to see that yes, that is EXACTLY what is going on here. For a good long while I keep my head down and otherwise basically enjoy myself while I watch everything kind of slowly go insane over the years. And of course the insanity is contagious, as evidenced by the fact that after about a year of dealing with the rampant local stupidity I chose not to obey the masquerade; completely failing to hide that I'm the leader of America from another dimension, running around super-sciencing the shit out of whatever I feel like sciencing, and... of course this gets a couple of stalkers. One of whom is convinced it is her fate to marry me and ignores any and all protests against it, and the other who is apparently from some obscure isolated tribe somewhere and decided that me giving a casual hello was a marriage proposal.

Honestly the main disconcerting thing was worrying for certain individuals' sanity when, over the course of a full decade, those individuals that had been pursuing me never gave up. But those didn't go anywhere. Not for a lack of trying on their parts, but consent is very important when you're trying to romance the presidential eldritch horror. Showing up in his bedroom, actively fighting with each other over who is going to sneak into his bed, is a great way to find yourselves permanently on his bad side.

Things went in predictable directions of course, other than that. Things stayed true to genre. And really, had I not stumbled across one Washu Hakubi in Tokyo one day near the end of my usual decade-long stay, it would have been a relative decade of taking time off and relaxing (other than having to increasingly harshly shut down certain shenanigans). And from there I was introduced to a couple other certain individuals. Events from that spiralled out of control, and... well, apparently I should have concealed who I was from them, but I assumed that they'd have KNOWN, considering the nigh-omnipotence of the Chousin. But I didn't bother to seek out and address their higher-dimensional selves, because why would I bother?

Apparently they took a bit of offense to that.

And so instead of moving on at the end of the decade, I got shunted ... back.