*Tanabataaaaa. A time for... well, mainly to write wishes and have fun in weird clothes, but there's some tradition here. I think. Regardless, most people are only paying attention to the fun clothes and festival stuff. People are around, the Akiharas are out at the shrine next to their house, etc, etc. Mingle, festival, and I need to not put up these posts anymore, I'm clearly not good at it.*

[In the nearest café or on a bench somewhere in the city (choose yours for convenience), there's a pretty good-lookin' Korean boy, fiddling incessantly with a cell phone. He appears to be sending text messages very rapidly, but they're in Hangul - so if you can't read it, you can't read them.

There's also a map of Ingakankei next to him; it's marked in Sharpie and most of it is in messy Hangul. There are bits written in Japanese, but it's mostly things like "Civic Center" and "Third Avenue" and the like. The handwriting varies.

By all means, bug him. He doesn't bite. Not normally.]

[n: vanessa's back, everybody say 'yaaay'! she's reachable via aim at pistoiperfect for anything you need. still proxying until an apartment can be found. fall looks optimistic.]

Ehhhh? Where are we?

*A boy has just walked out of a random door in Ingakankei. Any door necessary. The odd thing is, he wasn't actually on the other side of the door first, if you notice these things.*

[on the roof of the Sanctuary's North Tower, a thoughtful psychiatrist is being thoughtful. it's hard to tell whether those thoughts are good or bad, happy or sad, but they certainly do seem to be deep]

[If you haven't seen it, the view of the city from the roof of the North Tower at three in the morning must be seen to be believed. it is at times awe-inspiring, at times humbling, at times romantic, sometimes soothing and sometimes humbling. and, just sometimes, it's all those things at once. wonderful place to come just to think and clear your head a bit]

[it goes without saying that if he genuinely wanted to be alone, he wouldn't be hanging out somewhere this accessible so feel free to pester him, come to him for advice, or just keep him company for awhile]

<i> (no clue where this is going honestly. atm Will's feeling a tad introspective, but he's an adaptive boy so his mood will probably shift in pretty short order to match that of whoever turns up)

[ There's an apartment. There's loud noise and screaming and you might hear something breaking, you can hear muffled voices ]

--PUT THE DAMN SCYTHE DOWN! UGH WHO HOLDS STUFF LIKE---SHIT HASEO PUT IT DOWN!

[You can hear a girl screaming followed by a thud]

[A teenage boy's disgruntled voice echoes, ]

WELL SCUSE ME FOR BEING STUCK IN THIS WEIRD PC--

[Kallen hisses]

WHO THE HELL ARE YOU FROM SOME COSPLAY OR SOMETHING!?

PUT SOME DAMN CLOTHES ON---NO DON'T TAKE OFF YOUR CLOTHES, AHHH DON'T TAKE OFF YOUR CLOTHES!

[Kallen screams again and 'Haseo' growls ]


( Kallen felt pity for the odd Haseo and she's letting him stay in her house...well, she was going to. Now she's changing her mind.)

SOMEONE TAKE THIS FREAK OUT OF MY APARTMENT!

*So it must be hard not to notice that there is a five-foot-high redhead wandering the streets today- especially with hair that red.

Unfortunately, the street is crowded.

Also unfortunately, she is not paying attention to where she is going in favor of staring hard at a deck of cards she's holding in one hand and muttering to herself under her breath.

Needless to say, calamity strikes when she runs headfirst into a stranger and cards go flying everywhere. Her voice becomes quite loud as she starts almost-screaming in an unidentifiable language, then cycles through French, some German, and English for a few moments before finally settling into Japanese.

It's at about that point (unless you speak any of the other languages) you realize that the words she's using should never be found in a lady's mouth. Or anyone's for that matter.

She bends down to pick up the cards, still swearing lowly. Help?*

((Beth realizes this is late, but she got excited. Feel free to tag if you'd like when you've got some time. I'll be out until maybe 4 or 5pm MST the 18th, but I can pick up after that.

Okay Beth is back! I'll be out again for 2-3 hours around 7pm MST.

<3))

 

[You have a disoriented looking guy standing outside an ordinary apartment. Note the strange appearance and the weapons in his hands. His crimson eyes are dazed and is that sweat on his cheek? He's panting and his eyes are darting back and forth. ]

What the..what the hell is going...what happened...my character...I...[he breaks off into frantic mumbling, eyes stricken]

[ Feel free to be scared stiff of him. He's clad in spiky black armor, has red eyes and a trapped expression on his face. Oh and he's carrying as scythe. A big ass scythe.]
[Btw. It's Kallen-mun. And this is Haseo. Ohai. c: ]

[So there's this guy wondering around the city, carrying this huge ass case with him and wearing a suit, looking decidedly lost but not very willing to admit it either. He also looks like he's going to burst an artery any moment now.]

Can't read any of the damn signs, can't understand what the hell anyone's saying -- [grumblegrumble]goddamnAsians[grumblegrumble] -- and everything's so weird it's ridiculous.

And hell, here I was thinking the skirts back in New York were short -- almost like lot of the dames here are flappers.

((OOC: Aaand I nearly forgot about this! May I direct your attention to this piece of TL;DR here for more info on his empathy.))

[If you happen to be a nightowl, a risktaker or just plain suicidal Too Dumb To Live, SOMEWHERE IN THE CITY, you might see one (1) vampire and one (1) zombie. The latter happens to be dragging a body into down the road and into an alley. Former is dabbing at his mouth with a handkerchief.]

You know, I think you might have overdone it this time.

Nonsense, this one should wake up fine within the hour--

...I don't know, I don't think there's a pulse.

... ... ...

*As Paru said she would, there is a party being thrown in the school dorms for Paru to celebrate 'holy shit she won'. Really she just wanted a party. Just about everyone would be invited, so go ahead, post, and this is a mingling post, so go ahead and threadhop. It's a party, have fun with each other.

And yeah, there's really no reason for this to be on the comm instead of just on the journal, it just is.*

[They say there is a fountain at the international district. There is a spirit of good luck that resides there. If a couple has been chosen by the spirit, the spirit will bless them to be together forever. Certainly you should come and investigate... even if you have no significant other. After all, rumors don't exist for no reason....]

[ooc; next part ♥ In this post HH will be possibly giving you just Lelouch, just the spirit, or maybe an added bonus of C.C. and Nunnally. Everyone is invited to come visit the fountain.]

[Today is just a normal day at school. Feel free to merely interact with everyone. Though, oddly enough, you might hear a rumor about a story you remember...]

[Treat this as just a normal interaction post! The NPC account will be moving in as students in the background here and there. Otherwise, enjoy :)]

[That's right everyone, it's time for a xxxHOLiC like plot! Everyone is welcome to join in it, though our starting post will be starting with shop monkeys (and people who can enter the shop). It will eventually extend to anyone who wants to be involved in it. 8) After HH returns from work there will be a thread made that will kick it up from just an interaction post.]

[Chiharu and Mokona have started to clean all of the old books in Yuuko's shop. Are you going to join them today? The room is dusty and hasn't been opened in sometime. There are windows that can be opened to air it out, and of course the soji doors. There are literally bookshelves and bookshelves in the room. The books seem to span from every time modern time period and several worlds.]

[Once again, shopmonkeys, you may be aware of a sudden loud noise coming from above you. Unlike the last time this happened however, there is a really nasty sound upon the assumed collision, before it seems like someone is sliding off. And dangling part way from the edge of the roof, upside down, is a girl. She smells like dust and a bit of something dead, and she looks really, really pale.]

...Ow.

Seeing I can't find the drop post...

I'm dropping Shengmei (uphersleeves) and Guy (gtfogrammar), seeing I...barely play them at all. orz

[In the tradition of Lal's canon and ... the general weird we tend to produce around here (plus the raging BOREDOM and need for cheer in the area), this post is FOR THE FUTURE.

Here, let me 'splain.

In this post, characters can interact -- ten years in their purported future. Their 'current' selves (as in those not from ten years in the future can also interact with other people from a decade forward. They cannot interact with themselves.

The usual rules of time travel apply, even if it is usually brought on by a bazooka instead of a TARDIS. Have fun! Be creative! Scare the crap out of each other. ♥

... for the sake of lulz, i'm opening this to everyone too. i am mildly curious.]

[There's a woman skulking around Ingakankei, this afternoon. She's wearing a suit, but she doesn't look exactly like traditional salarywoman fare. In fact, if you try making eye contact, she's likely to glare at you until you give in.

She's not a nice presence.

Clearly, this means you need to bother the crap out of her. It's what they do in her canon.]

[Clearly, this is an epic day in need of celebration! The seniors of Ingakankei High are graduating, today -- lots of them are excited, some of them are crying, but all of them are smiling. Even Mitsuru, who's given a speech for the commencement that I'm too lazy to write in full.]

... What we achieve inwardly will change outer reality.

That is an astonishing statement and yet proven a thousand times every day of our lives. It expresses, in part, our inescapable connection with the outside world, the fact that we touch other people’s lives simply by existing.

So today, I can wish you nothing better than similar friendships. And tomorrow, I hope that even if you don't remember a single word of mine, you remember those of Seneca, another of those old Romans on the final nobody cared about:

"As is a tale, so is life: not how long it is, but how good it is, is what matters."

I wish you all very good lives.

Thank you very much, and good luck.

[This week also marks the one-year anniversary of the opening of Ingakankei -- and I want to thank everybody for a year of awesome. :] I'd also like to extend an invitation to our past players, who have left for one reason or another, to come back and celebrate in this post with us without being pressured to re-app. You contributed to this as much as anyone else, and so I'd personally like to celebrate in some way with each and every one of you.

So by all means -- celebrate, be happy we've lasted and be happy for your Senior characters. Here's to another great year together!]