[OPEN] something something not contraband this time

[buncho]

WHO: Mafuyu Kurosaki/open
WHERE: Recollé streets, your choice
WHEN: 9/19
WHAT: appearance/item regains
WARNINGS: none

i.
MAURICE!!!!! I NEED TO KILL YOU SO COME OUT HERE AND WE CAN TALK!!!

[ Like that's going to get whoever this poor Maurice guy to come out of the... mailbox. That's a mailbox Mafuyu is shouting her requests at, going from door to door and box to box, looking absolutely livid with newly silver hair and bright purple eyes like she came straight out of an anime that will never exist (please make an Oresama Teacher anime someday.....). It could be a wig and contacts, and I could swing a regain if somebody mistakes her hair for a wig and tries to tear it from her scalp (please and thank you), but it is unfortunately her real hair or she wouldn't be threatening murder in broad daylight this previously nice calm, Tuesday afternoon. ]


ii.a
[ But don't worry. Retrospec's got your back, Keepers of the Peace. The next mailbox Mafuyu yanks open, she's met with a face-full of letters and promptly shuts her up. Papercuts aren't even the worst of it; the contents are pretty painful to read too...

RNG one to pick up and read, or otherwise not at all- the latter might be safer because if it's one with her name on it, Mafuyu's going to punch you in the face and then take it back. ]

ii.b
[ Why does "Snow"s handwriting match the chicken scratch that is Mafuyu's... She doesn't really want to think about it. Mostly she just wants to burn the evidence, so if you're a relative stranger: ]

Hey, got a light on you?

[ Maybe let her know smoking is bad for her health. ]

ii.c
[ But if you're somewhat friends with her, classmates or whatever, maybe she'll spread these papers out before you and ask more seriously. ]

Read these and tell me: what is your first impression of this Mafuyu person?

[ wtf is this other Mafuyu's life that's also supposed to be her life, according to that whole mess of an info sharing meeting they had last month. ]


iii.
[ All things considered, purple eyes isn't the worst thing there is. Purple mean psychic right? And this month especially... ]

Hey! [ grabs your arm so there's no escape ] Think your credit card number at me, quick!

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i

[thesettingsun]

[The window of an apartment opens, and a very tetchy Shuji sticks his head out to yell down at her, because of course he does.]

MAURICE DOESN'T LIVE IN MY MAILBOX, MAFUYU!

[buncho]

[ shouts up at the window because of course she does ]

ARE YOU HIDING HIM UP THERE?! TELL HIM TO COME OUT!!

[thesettingsun]

HE ISN'T IN MY APARTMENT EITHER! HE'S NOT HERE, GO AWAY!

[The neighbors are going to kill both of them.]

[buncho]

[ Not her neighbors, not her problem ]

YOU'D BETTER NOT BE HIDING HIM! IF YOU'RE LYING TO ME, I'LL KILL YOU TOO! LET ME COME UP AND SEE FOR MYSELF!

ii a

[wantshappiness]

[Yuuri yelped when she hears someone screaming about...murder? That's illegal, right?

She doesn't meant to be nosy when she picks up one of the letters. It just seemed like whoever they belonged to might want them back.

But the name on the paper in her hands catches her attention.]

...Mafuyu?

[Ah, wasn't that the name of the girl who goes to Kaz's place...?]

[buncho]

Yes! What?

[ She answers to her name immediately, still shaking papers out of her hair, scrambling to slap them away as she looks for who spoke. ]

[wantshappiness]

Um. [She held out the letter.] I think...this is yours?

[She's...not sure what to make of the letter. She wants to pretend she hadn't read it but her face is an open book and it has nothing written on it besides confusion and questions.]

iib

[alienated]

[Someone else should tell her smoking is bad, because Keith... is basically going to give her a funny look. It's somewhere between complete and utter incomprehension and confusion over being addressed at all.]

Like a [uh] flash...light?

[An attempt was made.]

[buncho]

No, like a... light. A light.

[ She flicks her thumb in miming a lighter, but that probably doesn't look like anything. ]

Who the heck carries a flashlight around with them anyways?

[alienated]

[Just. Stares at those hand motions like he could learn the secret of the universe from them.

And then proceeds to fail to get the point.]

You asked. How am I supposed to know?

iii

[vitis]

[ what is this, what is this girl's deal. up to no good, surely. john's immediately attempting to jerk said arm away, wearing a cross between a grimace and a pained smile. it's not a pretty expression. ]

Why, so you can make off with it?

[ and, amazingly, his card number doesn't actually appear, despite that inevitably being on the mind... ]

No, thanks.

[buncho]

[ Yes, but also she tightens her grip on his arm and grins. ]

Come on, I just want to try something out. Social security works too.

[vitis]

Hell no.

[ pulling his arm away harder?! if he weren't so finicky about his arms being touched as of late then he might be impressed with this ]

ii.c

[goen]

[ He'll take all the letters from her, but before he reads them he squints and leans in for a closer look at her eyes. Obviously her hair is different, but she isn't the first to contract Silver Hair Syndrome. Purple eyes, though... anime as hell. ]

Your colors are all funky.

[buncho]

[ That's not helpful and she slaps the backside of the papers so that it goes flying everywhere ]

Shut up! Your face is all funky!

[goen]

[ w/e they're not his papers so he just lets them fly ]

Heheh! That must be where we're related, then!

[ After those words leave his lips, a thought bubble pops into life above him. ]

Do we really look related anymore?

iia

[odapologist]

[ Take your letter back, Soccerbully-chan. He just want to save it from being blown by the wind to escape... ]

I-I saw hearts, that's it.

[ How this happened when he's not sure this is Mafuyu's mailbox shall remain a mystery... or just. Retrospec bull. ]

[buncho]

[ He's a good boy. Unfortunately this is Mafuyu and she just squints at him without even noticing the letter. ]

Are you hitting on me? Unsee those hearts right now.

[odapologist]

Huh? You're in a different league!

[ YANAGI THAT'S NOT GONNA HELP YOU.

But he opens the letter to her, with all of the little hearts doodled inside. ]

They also aren't my hearts. You might have another secret admirer.

[ Or maybe... they're her hearts? This is too weird to be standard postage. ]

I

[mincingminuet]

[Okay. So Pen recognizes the girl bellowing at her poor mailbox from the network. The extremely violent, threatening murder-child. And she's taking no chances. She bursts out of her front door, heralded by one Alraune tomato monster...a foot tall rag-doll, a toothed tomato for a head. The little creature charges into the yard chirping menacingly, stopping a few feet away.]

Mafuyu! Stop bellowing at my mailbox, Jesus H. Christ!

[buncho]

I'm not— WHAT THE FUCK.

[ She thought all the monsters had been eradicated last month, that all the buildings pulling themselves together and the ocean restoring itself meant that the monsters invasions were over. But apparently not, because there's a monster right there and Pen is too busy shouting at her to notice and so Mafuyu takes matters into her own hands, charging straight at Pen to shove her out of the way. ]

Watch out! I'll deal with this!

[mincingminuet]

[Pen has...half expected this. She does not sidestep from Mafuyu, holding her ground instead. The tomato chitters and runs around behind her, cowering against Penelope's ankles.]

Calm the fuck down, Mafuyu! It's mine. Not a dangerous monster. Like a chihuahua, and that doesn't explain what the fuck you're doing with my mailbox!

ii.c

[sotenbori]

[ the three of them - majima, mafuyu, kiryu - are at kiryu's table with the letters spread out among them. ]

Damn, the apple doesn't fall very far from the tree after all.

[ majima just shrugs ]

's not like me an' Kiryu-chan can judge. Ya know we're Yakuza, right?

[ they'd all been shirtless at the beach after all. she....got that...right.... ]

[judgementkazzy]

[ Kiryu reads the letters. He's diligent about this stuff, and Mafuyu's in some obvious distress (you know and she's got gray hair now, how many people in Recolle have gray hair all of a sudden?) ]

Sounds like you had a lot going on.

[ Yeah, I mean, if she was a delinquent... they're Yakuza. It's totally cool. ]

Majima's right, though. It's okay if you used to be a delinquent.

[ What's the deal with the Strawberry and Snow letters though, real talk. ]

[buncho]

[ They don't ask about Strawberry and Snow, and she doesn't ask about the tattoos, that's the silent standing agreement that she decided just now. Tattoos are everything are cool— these scraps of papers are just a mess and she knows it, sorting through the "junk mail" and the "Yato says that I'm apparently a banchou and I don't know how to feel about that." ]

"Mafuyu-san" is just so weird to hear. All these look like I'm a pretty sucky delinquent too! I got suspended! I was used as ransom!