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BEAUTY PAGEANT EVENT - LET'S GET THIS SHOW ON A ROLL [OPEN]
WHO: Anyone and everyone!
WHERE: Recolle Square
WHEN: 03/25
WHAT: The beauty pageant is live! Come and see who this year's contestants are and vote!
WARNINGS: N/A
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WHERE: Recolle Square
WHEN: 03/25
WHAT: The beauty pageant is live! Come and see who this year's contestants are and vote!
WARNINGS: N/A
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Much of Recolle Square has been taken up for the venue. With the numerous amount of tents and planners running around, it's hard to get through the normally peaceful park without running smack into something (or someone) related to the pageant. But even though the stage has been set and most of the preparations have been done, there is still at least a few hours before the main event begins, so why not spend this time wandering around the park or preparing for the pageant?
Many of the booths are open to the general public, providing refreshments (such as the Black Lion Bakery) or entertainment until the main event. There are even tents specifically open for contestants of the pageant to get a little bit of help with their makeup or costumes before going up on the main stage. Of course, no one can really tell whether or not someone's signed up for the pageant, not without the master list, so technically... anyone could just walk in for a free makeover while "borrowing" an outfit. Whoops. Well, that's a flaw that could be fixed for next year.
But kill some time before the pageant begins! This is probably the only chance you'll get before everything goes to goreous hell.
TWOMany of the booths are open to the general public, providing refreshments (such as the Black Lion Bakery) or entertainment until the main event. There are even tents specifically open for contestants of the pageant to get a little bit of help with their makeup or costumes before going up on the main stage. Of course, no one can really tell whether or not someone's signed up for the pageant, not without the master list, so technically... anyone could just walk in for a free makeover while "borrowing" an outfit. Whoops. Well, that's a flaw that could be fixed for next year.
But kill some time before the pageant begins! This is probably the only chance you'll get before everything goes to goreous hell.
"Welcome to our first annual Mr., Miss, and Crossdressing Retrospec Pageant!"
With everyone seated and given a whiteboard and marker, the host, Souji Seta, wastes no time in beginning the event. Donned in a simple tux, he stands in the corner and announces each contestant out onto the stage ("Come on out and introduce us to the crowd! Tell us a little about yourself!") and to let them have their fifteen minutes of fame. Up here, these contestants are left to the whim of audience.
Whether they're also participants of the pageant and wish to bring down their competition or whether they're just innocent bystanders who genuinely want to have a good time, this crowd holds all the power in their hands. Literally. With their little whiteboards, they can write whatever score (or comment) they want and display it towards the starring contestant. Or, if they're lucky and they manage to get a hold of the microphone going around the audience, they'd be able to ask whatever question they want.
It might get a little ugly and these fifteen minutes may very well become the hardest thing characters will have to face in their lives, but if they manage to pull on through, they'll be able to finally show everyone their special talent or skill to blow them all away. Show off those amazing juggling skills or your best America's Got Talent voice, because you gotta kick it up a notch if you want to win!
THREEWith everyone seated and given a whiteboard and marker, the host, Souji Seta, wastes no time in beginning the event. Donned in a simple tux, he stands in the corner and announces each contestant out onto the stage ("Come on out and introduce us to the crowd! Tell us a little about yourself!") and to let them have their fifteen minutes of fame. Up here, these contestants are left to the whim of audience.
Whether they're also participants of the pageant and wish to bring down their competition or whether they're just innocent bystanders who genuinely want to have a good time, this crowd holds all the power in their hands. Literally. With their little whiteboards, they can write whatever score (or comment) they want and display it towards the starring contestant. Or, if they're lucky and they manage to get a hold of the microphone going around the audience, they'd be able to ask whatever question they want.
It might get a little ugly and these fifteen minutes may very well become the hardest thing characters will have to face in their lives, but if they manage to pull on through, they'll be able to finally show everyone their special talent or skill to blow them all away. Show off those amazing juggling skills or your best America's Got Talent voice, because you gotta kick it up a notch if you want to win!
Not so much for screaming "kyaaa, I love you, insert name here!!" in real life? Well, have no fear, the internet is here for you and all your unncessary screaming!
FOUR- Thoughts on the pageant so far? Likes? Dislikes? Suggestions for next year? Want to rate someone?
Everything goes in here! ☆٩(´ ∀ ` *)۶
"And now, it's the moment you've all been waiting for... to announce our winners!"
The votes are in, the judges have spoken, Souji has apparently changed costumes, and it's time to figure out who captured the hearts of the audience.
"The winners for the Mr., Miss, and Crossdressing sections are, in the following order..."
Pause for the dramatic drum roll.
"... Dirk Strider, Catherine Durand, and Honoka Kousaka!"
Confetti bursts on the stage, the audience cheers, the winners are rounded up to be given their crowns, and the rest of the contestants are left there to stand awkwardly on the stage to watch. The ceremony is rather long and tedious and each one of the winners is encouraged to say something to their dying fans.
Were these the results that you've expected? Are you satisfied? Disappointed? Angry? If so, speak now or forever hold your peace!
FIVEThe votes are in, the judges have spoken, Souji has apparently changed costumes, and it's time to figure out who captured the hearts of the audience.
"The winners for the Mr., Miss, and Crossdressing sections are, in the following order..."
Pause for the dramatic drum roll.
"... Dirk Strider, Catherine Durand, and Honoka Kousaka!"
Confetti bursts on the stage, the audience cheers, the winners are rounded up to be given their crowns, and the rest of the contestants are left there to stand awkwardly on the stage to watch. The ceremony is rather long and tedious and each one of the winners is encouraged to say something to their dying fans.
Were these the results that you've expected? Are you satisfied? Disappointed? Angry? If so, speak now or forever hold your peace!
Well, that's the end to one ridiculous and unnecessary event. As the pageant finally draws to an end, the venue starts closing up. Tents are brought down, the stage is dismantled, chairs are being folded... it's the end of the day and Recolle Square has finally settled back into a peaceful and quiet park.
Participants of the pageant are encouraged to return their costumes (don't be thieves now!) and while it's not necessary, any kind souls with some free time on their hands can help clean up the park of all the trash that's been left behind. As for everyone else? They can reminisce on the pageant and wonder whether or not it was worth it all...
But thanks for coming and see you next year!
Participants of the pageant are encouraged to return their costumes (don't be thieves now!) and while it's not necessary, any kind souls with some free time on their hands can help clean up the park of all the trash that's been left behind. As for everyone else? They can reminisce on the pageant and wonder whether or not it was worth it all...
But thanks for coming and see you next year!
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[Surprise surprise, talking is the hardest thing in the world for Anya and yet - here she is. As classically dressed as she's ever been, she takes in a deep breath in front of the microphone before she's invited to talk about herself. Despite her best intentions, she finds herself speaking in Russian first:]
Всем привет. Меня зовут Аня. Рада познакомиться! [A blink before she amends herself with a small smile.] Hello. My name is Anya. it is nice to meet you - ah, there is more Russian in my head than English? But I am trying my best to study.
[She takes a moment before accepting questions, looking out into the crowd and blinking at the vague outlines of faces. Her shoulders relax and she offers a sincere smile even as her heart hammers in her chest.]
Ah... My heartbeat is so fast but - спасибо. Thank you for being here. Seeing everyone tonight... красивая. ["Beautiful" is what she wants to say, but it's a little bit more than that-] Pretty? Bright...? Mm. I think we are all shining.
[And then she perks up, tilting her head.]
I got distracted. Sorry. Um.... I think there are questions, maybe?
[ FOUR : i want to get stronger ]
[Admittedly she'd done a lot of preparation for this. Nobu had put her right through the wringer with practice and practice and practice. She'd done a lot of work alongside Dave and Yuri so that they could all perform together for the talent portion. It's her first real attempt to try to see if she could succeed in pursuing her dreams of performing and
well, she didn't win.
And yet if you cross paths with Anya backstage after the results were announced - ]
Молодец!! [as she shamelessly takes your hands whether you were up there or not.] You did well today. Thank you...!
[... she really doesn't seem that upset about it.]
[ FIVE : even if everything before my eyes change ]
[ (an added in prompt as her regain got approved!)
Anya was happy to get changed and is now running around to help get everything torn down. She folds up chairs, follows directions, and waves off any attempt to get her to rest -
Up until she seems to pause entirely from what she's doing as a different set of images pass through her eyes entirely. As she blinks, she finds herself softly singing something entirely new, as if trying to make sense of what she just saw.]
Hello and... goodbye?
[It's the first time since the end of the pageant that she looks troubled - her lips set into a small frown, her brow furrowed, her hand coming up to her lips as if trying to grasp at foreign words - and it'd probably be easy to mistake her confusion for a different feeling entirely.
Hm.]
wildcard sorta it could just be four or five
falls into her.
And grabs her.
And pulls her real close. Like, she may have to duck a bit because she's getting pulled into Nobu's chest, which is of course quite far down for someone taller than her like Anya is.]
It's okay. Hide your tears...!! [um] We...we both know you were the best, baby girl...those bastards...it's all just nepotism...!! Or...or b-bribes or something...noone's cuter than my Anya...
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Anya! скучаю по тебе! люблю!
[ Regardless of whether anybody in the audience understands Russian, the inflection in Ryoji's voice throws suspicion that he's not actually asking questions but shh it's okay. ]
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5!
He also catches the tail-end of the song as she sings it to herself, and looks pretty pleased by the time he comes to a stop.]
Anya! How're you feeling after all of that? You don't have to help clean up if you're tired, y'know?
[He says, as if he'd step in to finish the work-- No okay he actually would if Anya asked BUT STILL.]
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So did you, Anya. You looked like you were having a lot of fun up there!
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You did as well. I thought you looked very refreshing up there.
[Neither of them had won, but Chloe was definitely not upset. Losing to the woman she had didn't bother her in the slightest. Besides, she could ask if they did indeed remember something. That alone would be informative.]
Did you have fun?
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wildcard! closed to dave & yuri
After all, she'll be performing with two of her best friends. A song that Dave created a track for, that inspired her to write lyrics that could be sung alongside it, and finally choreography from Yuri. All their talents would click together, like puzzle pieces.
More than being worried, she wants to show everyone what they've managed to put together.
Which is why she'll turn to face the both of them, her heels clicking softy beneath her feet and she'll hold out her hands to them both, offering a smile along with a literal stage whisper.]
Ah... почти! Almost time for us!
OK FINALLY TAGS THIS I'M SORRY
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But its hard to stay mad around Anya.]
Ohhh, I don't know about that. But you did incredible up there!
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[When she'd heard this pageant had ties to Retrospec itself, Nobu immediately decided winning should be a priority. They may have only said winners would get a chance to remember, but in the off chance they happened to get anything else - maybe even a further look inside of the hq building, or a chance to talk with an actual employee - she wanted to ensure that chance was hers.
Not literally, mind you. She wasn't going to enter herself - she'd just banked entirely on trying to groom Anya into the perfect pageant contestant. The fact she's coaching rather than participating may be why she's wearing this the whole day, minus the golden headpiece. In the space of one week, she went from knowing literally nothing about these contests to absorbing every bit of info the internet had on them, achievable only through a string of all nighters, a lot of coffee and the willpower of an extreme pageant mom.
Of course, that started Monday. It's Saturday now. And it turns out this was an awful idea, because she's so utterly sleep deprived at the moment she occasionally finds herself looking at her hand to remind herself where the hell she is, having helpfully written down PAGEANT, ANYA, WIN, RETROSPEC with the occasional nod to herself as she does. But the pageant hasn't started yet and she needs to stay awake, so...
coffee!
So it's come to this, in which she's ahead of you in line for something from the refreshment tent.
a. Although she's having some trouble ordering, from the look of things. When asked what she wants, she simply replies, unhelpfully:]
Coffee.
[To which the person trying to get her order reminds her there are a lot of different coffees, not to mention sizes, and she'll need to be a little more specific.
But-]
...coffee.
[b. Whether or not it was with the help of someone else or her pulling herself together for a few seconds, she's managed to make her order. Nobu turns around with the coffee in her hand to leave and...
Walks right into you. The lid on her coffee pops off, she drops the cup, it splashes all over her and you.
But it doesn't even register. She just stands there.
Unblinking.
Unflinching.
Unmoving.]
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[Having put so much work into this, it might not be that surprising she's not entirely pleased with the fact that Team Anya failed to secure a win. For a few seconds she simply leans back in her chair, staring skyward...then stands up.]
This...this is...!!
[It's a combination of loud and mumbled, so you could be forgiven for thinking she's just drunk or something.
But either way, she puts a hand to the shoulder of the person sitting in front of her and uses it to push herself up, climbing over them like some kind of obstacle.]
This is bullshit. W-we...we put in the most work...!! Anya's...who's...noone up there is better than her...!!
[She continues moving over people to advance along the rows of folding chairs, with some people even sitting up to get out of the way of this crazy woman who's approaching the stage. At one point, her foot even catches on a folding chair as she climbs over it and she collapses into the floor.
And then...after a few seconds, she emerges from beneath another chair a few rows ahead, having just crawled beneath them instead.
Eventually, she reaches the edge of the stage, which she's attempting to climb like some kind of exhausted zombie.
Please. Please stop her.]
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[ And just like that, Yuuko wraps her arms around Nobu and attempts to pry her away with the grace of a thousand beauty pageant winners. If no one else is mad enough to stop the Akipocalypse, who is? ]
Let's call it a day, coach! You kind of need to shower.
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[Her initial reaction, on finding out that she'd been 'signed up'-- and not by her own will-- for the crossdressing pageant was a 'hell no.' Putting herself out there was never something Naoto was fond of doing in the first place, but doing it with the added wrinkle of gender dynamics? It repelled her at the thought. She certainly wasn't willing to let the world find out that she was a girl yet.
But then she thought about it. There was that "chance to remember" that had been so odd in the initial announcement. If she won, it would go a long way in furthering her theories about the bizarre world around them.
And furthermore, nobody ever said she had to enter as a girl. (Though, privately, she did think that was a category she could win-- any girl could crossdress, but how many could live as a guy on a daily basis?) She could easily enter as a male... crossdressing as a girl.
The irony didn't escape her.
There was one problem, though. She'd found a dress that was feminine but wouldn't expose more than she was comfortable, a long blue calf-length number. But in terms of everything else? She had no idea how to look feminine. Hair styling, makeup, these were things that not only had she not ever learned, but she'd actively abjured growing up. Which gave her a disadvantage.
Meaning that she found herself seeking out girls in advance of the competition.] Ah... I'm sorry, but you wouldn't be able to help with my makeup, would you?
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[The lights are so bright. There are so many people here. Naoto finds herself suddenly getting uneasy.
This was a bad idea. Surely one of them in the audience will notice that her figure is more slender and feminine than the other cross-dressing boys on stage. That her face shape is wrong. Why did she think this was a good idea? She'll be found out.
The microphone is passed to her, and she tries to make her voice as deep as possible, rather than going falsetto as the others had.] Ah... hello, my name is Miss Naoto Shirogane, and I...
[Such a bad idea.]
...am going to be leaving now. Good bye!
[And she scurries off the stage.
Yeah, no wonder she didn't win.]
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Although...arguably, Naoto made a much better girl that he did. Like, way better. He's trying not to think about that when he almost runs into the other boy in his attempt to flee. ]
Whoa, whoa!
[ Okay, he knows this is supposed to be for fun and he's going to complain the entire time, but is Naoto okay? ]
That bad, huh?
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Yosuke Hanamura | OTA
[ This is bullshit. Or maybe karma. Either way, Yosuke isn't happy.
Mostly because he's been somehow signed up for the cross dressing portion and he can only assume that some unnamed senpai (looking' at you Yukiko and Eleanor) have had a hand in it. Hasn't he suffered enough?? Being tied to a flagpole and having it broadcast online should have been retribution, but no. No. Clearly, there are shits and giggles still to be had at his expense.
Sigh.
That is why Yosuke is awkwardly shuffling around between the booths with more nervous energy that he normally carriers. He's jumpy, all but leaping when someone brushes shoulders with him to rush past to a makeup table. ]
Ack!
[ Okay. Deep breath.
Maybe...maybe they'll run out of costumes and supplies or whatever? And then he won't have to go up? Wouldn't that be wonderful?
He should just slip out. So Yosuke tries to do exactly that, except right at that moment someone is rolling a cart of hanging outfits right into him, and through a twist of fate he ends up with a few garments that are definitely mean for someone with soft curves and feminine wiles--not him--now sort of piled on him.
As he turns around... ]
--Th-These aren't mine!
[ This it. This is the worst part. This is what Yosuke didn't actually sign up for. (Is this how the girls felt when they realized they were getting a blind date?) No, no they actually had nice times with people they knew.
This...this isn't a nice time.
His outfit, at least, is cute as all hell to no effort of his own. He's lacking a proper wig, but the sparkly headband is a nice touch. The entire ensemble is pretty awesome, although it would be better on basically anyone but him, he thinks. Definitely not him. At least he's got the legs for it. (Are they shaved??) Lord help him if there's a heavy breeze in the area.
Whether he's ready or not, when Yosuke's name is called, he shuffles out on the main stage in shame, all too reminiscent of a time he doesn't remember. There is really no reaction from the crowd that won't diminish what's left of his pride at this point, so as he nears the mic, he offers an awkward, awkward smile.
In a really poor falsetto. ]
...Hiiii.
[ Death would be kinder.
He clears his throat over the laughter in the audience. ]
My name is You~ka Hanamura...and I like...kittens. My favorite color is...yellow and my favorite food is--...low-fat yogurt.
[ Is that convincing enough? ]
i cant believe this is bcuz of u but i can totally believe this is bcuz of u
suggestions:
no crossdressing
more privacy in dressing rooms
swimsuit competition for the miss recolle section
no crossdressing
[ Anything not in the above prompts...come at me! ]
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[There is no death here, only suffering as someone in the back does the only responsible thing to do.]
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[Despite having signed up in earnest in an attempt to get another one of those elusive memories, Tatsuma... admittedly has no idea what he's doing. He doesn't even own any formal wear, much less anything that would be suitable for the... well, crossdressing portion.
He doesn't seem too bothered by any of this however, looking curiously through the different costumes, from suits to skirts. The advice of a generous (or even conniving) person would be much appreciated about now.]
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[His legs are burning and the costume he found is a full dress anyway, making that particular sacrifice totally worthless in the end. Still, he remains relatively calm, though unfortunately the mic does little to help with the fact that he has a tendency to mumble.]
Tatsuma Hiyuu... Again. [He's still easily recognizable from the men's round, that suit had been nice and slick, and it isn't as though he's altering his voice any this time around.] I still paint and make pottery. Um...
Questions?
[He's got nothin' here, do your worst.]
[FIVE/WILDCARD]
[Tatsuma is Around, mostly helping with getting everything put away. He might still be in the dress, not having gone to the changing rooms to remove it yet. Help him, usher him back to change, ditch all these shenanigans for strawberry snacks, the possibilities are endless.]
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It does leave her with a little bit more time to get ready compared to everyone else though, which is why she's excited to help out! When she sees Tatsuma, she brightens up and wanders over to the costume rack with her head tilted.]
Senpai! Помощь? Do you need help?
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[What.
Dirk did not plan for this. He planned to indulge his twin sister and baby brother by doing this stupid pageant, and protest by letting Roxy do his make-up and dressing in some kind of mix of traditionally feminine and masculine attire, because fuck you and your gender prescriptions and your reinforcing of binary approach to gender expression.
He did not expect this.
Dirk is supposed to say something. But for once in his life, he manages only one word.]
No.
[That's it. He's walking off the stage now. Bye.
Dave's going to sulk that he wasn't in a suit even more now, huh.]
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Brava!
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[He doesn't know what's more nerve-wracking: That he doesn't want to make a fool out of himself in front of the audience, that he might not able to find the Retrospec representatives on time, or he is still confused over the fact he joined the pageant without his knowledge of even signing up for one!
Sure, he is aware of his appearance, but he's not the type to go out and join some vanity contest! Still, it is too late to back out now as he learned about his unwilling participation when he arrives at the venue.
Right now, he's in his tent preparing for the pageant at the last minute. Maybe you should help him calm down?]
I. (B)
[After he finished his preparations, he decides to use his remaining time before the pageant starts by looking around for signs of the Retrospec representatives, which according to Souji, are the judges for it.
Because of this, he wanders both around backstage and the booths to try looking for them.]
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[Thankfully for him, he is participating at the Mr. Category, freeing him most of his future humiliation of Crossdressing for now (considering that there is a segment for public humiliation). Right now on stage, he's wearing a stylish suit he found at the tent.
Once it's his turn, he takes a deep breath and takes the microphone once they offered it to him.]
Hello, everybody! My name is Augustine Sauveterre and... I guess I love most of the animals, including cats and dogs. It's very nice to meet you all.
[So far, so good with his own introduction. Now he just have to brace himself for the questions.]
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[After a long grueling pageant such as the talent and humiliation portions, the winners have just been announced. Although he can't take the host seriously as he wonders about his outfit from the Crossdressing section for the announcement.
When he declared the winners, most of the participants are disappointed, frustrated, or relieved at the results. As for Augustine, he is just happy with the results as he clapped along with the remaining audience who didn't complain the results.
If the winners approaches him, he just smiles at them for their achievement.]
Congratulations. You were marvelous back there.
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[Once the pageant is finally over, Augustine just sighs in relief as he helps everyone on cleaning up the square.
But despite he managed to endure the pageant, he can't help but wonder about the representatives' identities as he didn't find them once even during the pageant. After he finished helping out, he sat down on the nearby bench to reminisce on today's events.]
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[ As tempting as signing himself up for the pageant was, the part of him that felt too anxious to stand in front of all these scrutinizing people won over in the end. But it’s fine, Garry was more than happy enough to help contestants with outfit coordination and makeup. He’s even brought some of his own designs along to be borrowed, so if anyone wears them on stage he can just like...vicariously live through them.
Also as a
poor art studentbudding fashion designer, he’ll take any opportunity to showcase his work.So yes! Garry’s standing inside one of the tents, ready to help anyone who might need it. Maybe you’re one of those people? Don’t be shy and come up to him! ]
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[ Well. That sure was a day.
Garry’s already packed up most of his stuff, so now he’s just wandering around the area to see if he can help anyone with cleaning. Again, maybe that’s you, or you’re one of the contestants he’s worked with. Either way, he’s here to be hollered at for whatever you need. ]
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Somewhere between promising a contestant to put a last minute outfit together to replace one with broken shoulder straps and scouting out the refreshments table, he bumps into Garry.]
Oh—! Just the person I was looking for. D'you have a minute to spare? We kinda have a liiittle wardrobe emergency going on with one of the contestants.
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Vella wasn't super fond of beauty pageants. Beauty pageants were a grandma thing. And if grandma liked it, Vella had to hate it on principle.
But, well. Suits are rad and piss granny off. Therefore, Vella went all out to gussy up in a slightly extra costume. Fancy cape tied around her neck, swishing close to the heels of her black business shoes. Suit underneath, with a bowtie to top it off. The bowtie might have been a mistake. It keeps getting brushed about with the cape. But the cape is a necessity for all the roses she needs to store in there.
She spends the time before the show basically flirting with everyone. She doesn't care who, she's deep into the handsome character she's created, offering rose to every lady and gentleman she crosses, offering heaps of praise
"Hello, my dear! To what do I owe the pleasure of experiencing your stunning visage this evening?"
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One-on-one teasing or shouting from a crowd are one thing. Getting in front of a whole bunch of people staring at her is... something else.
She had a whole thing prepared with a gentlemanly bow and a rose in her hand, ready to woo the hearts of everyone with an elegant performance. And she starts somewhat strong when she's next in line. Practically prancing to the front of the stage, she dramatically tosses the cape into the crowd before striking a vogue pose.
"Good evening, ever...y...one..."
But just when she got started, all she can do is freeze up, mind turning completely blank in the face of bright lights and staring faces.
Its just so many eyes on her at once.
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Weeeellll that could have gone better. But it could've gone worse. So Vella resolves to lean back and enjoy some treats. She bought a whole box of cookies and cupcakes, although to be honest she's had enough sugar for a lifetime. She'll offer any to anyone that passes, but for now she's keeping to herself.
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Thank you. I needed that after what happened...
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[ Yu has been ready for this for so long.
Anyone who knows him might be a little surprised that the quieter and more solitary of the two Narukami twins is willing to do this at all. He’s expressed reluctance about being ridiculous in public before, though … usually ends up going along with it anyway. You’d never know he might be nervous or even unsure about this based on the way he struts onto the stage when he name is called, though. It's almost like he's a different person up there, under the lights of the stage and the pressure of everyone's expectations. Every last inch of him is perfect confidence, and also, it helps that he looks cute. When he reaches the center stage he’ll actually do a cute, idol-esque pose, wink, and blow a kiss to the crowd. In an unconvincing falsetto: ]
I’m Yui Narukami! It’s so nice to meet you all! I love to cook and I volunteer at the local animal shelter. My dream is to sing! Sh... should I sing?
[ Is that shyness real or just, uh, part of the act? Either way, he seems to be waiting for a response from the crowd. ]
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Everyone was beautiful. （*’∀’人）
[ four/five; ]
[ Yu honestly wasn’t even remotely expecting to win, and he doesn’t care if he does or not. Only two of the names of the winners sound familiar. The first makes him smile in a little bit of a surprised way, but it’s that last one that gets a brief but full-belly laugh of delight. Honoka-chan…? Their Honoka-chan? He’ll have to congratulate her when he gets a chance.
Either way, Yu will stay, mostly because Souji ran the pageant and he and Souji will be the last ones here, probably, since he’ll hardly leave his brother alone with the cleanup. For this he’s changed into simple loose sweatpants, sneakers, and a t-shirt.
He is, however, still wearing his kitty headband.
If he catches your eye, he’ll smile and ask: ]
Did you have a good time?
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[ Hit Yu up, or hit me up for planning at
Credit for the lovely, lovely picture of Yu in his pageant outfit goes to Card/
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Anya's in the crowd looking for some friends - she's always looking for friends - and she pauses entirely when Yu manage sto get on the stage. She's clapping her hands at how cute he is and oh boy, he uses the magic word with her.
Dream.
So she's going to politely ask for the microphone and chirp her encouragement even though this isn't necessarily the talent portion? Anya?]
Да! Yes! [Followed by:] Please sing, Yui-chan!
[HIS BIGGEST FAN]
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A tall boy with a menacing smile leaps on stage like a jump-scare in a haunted house, only this monster's dressed in pink and frills. Akira stops at the front of the stage with a hard thud of his blue mary janes, the rest of his skeletal figure decked out in... a magical girl outfit. It's weirdly detailed and unique, with glittering thigh highs and cute little angel wings that look so, so wrong on him.
If he has anything, it's the lack of shame or fear. Akira snaps his straight, square teeth together in a bright, too-wide smile as he snatches away the microphone for his own use.]
I'm Akira Midousuji! [He strikes a cutesy pose with a neat spin and the pop of his knee with his fingers interlocking in some obscure signature look. It's convincing in action, but everything else about him ruins whatever look he's going for completely.] I'm not here to give meaningless self-intros, I'm here to win! Who cares about anything else? Let's cut to the chase.
[Akira pinches the hem of his pleated skirt as though to draw attention to his outfit.]
Oh, you want to know about my outfit? Let's just say... I saw it in a dream.
[Akira is left at the mercy of the audience's questions, humiliating remarks, and degrading whiteboard scores.]
B. [No matter what Akira had to endure for the past 15 minutes, it's time to pull himself together and exhibit some kind of talent that he doesn't have. Akira hides his ruined ego behind a renewed smile and he clutches the mic close again, his posture slackening as he snickers off to the side. Somehow, his wings flutter. It must be a trick of the eye.]
A skill? ...Gross! [Akira wipes his face off with a downward swipe of his hand, pulling skin with it. No smile is left behind and instead, he makes a show of looking wide-eyed and innocent.] Oops. I mean, sure... I have talent. Something like that. Everybody can sing, can't they? Then I'll just have to make sure this is unforgettable!
[His smile takes on an mischievous edge before he sucks in a breath
and screams a song into the microphone enough for it to squeal in protest. At the end of the chorus Akira smiles down at his work: the audience, who he expects is thoroughly unsettled by his singing.]
...Did you like that? Was it invigorating? Cute? Judges, don't forget to vote for me at the end of this!
[THIS ISN'T THE SELF-AWARENESS WE WANTED anyway go ahead and tell him what you think of his lovely serenade]
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...They wouldn't know what to do with anything important that came of this chance. What a waste...!
[Apparently he's going to bitterly spit about the unknown element to him instead of, you know, ask the winners about their promised prizes. Unreasonably, at that. So engrossed in his negativity is he that he fails to notice anybody's approach.]
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She's not even sure where she's going right now? It's just a lot of shuffling around in her outfit (minus the gold headpiece) pretty much aimlessly.
But she recognises that despondent looking snake over there...she thinks.]
Oh. It's you.
[She steps a little closer.]
...I liked your song. [And in a mumbled, stoic but otherwise noticeable attempt at singing:] Princess! Princess, princess...!! Talk about catchy.
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Before the show, Eleanor had already picked out her suit, but was being indecisive about, of all things, a hat. Two hats, that were almost identical in that they were old-timey wide brimmed fedora type hats. Almost the same color even.]
Okay hey, what do you think?
[She grabs a passer-by and holds up one hat, then the other.]
This one...or this one?
[Can you even tell the difference...?]
[Two - Nothing looks better than a suit.]
[Eleanor had signed up for the cross-dressing portion, though she honestly wasn't sure why. She knew she wasn't going to win the girl's part, but she could be silly enough to pull this off. Maybe?]
[Well either way, she'd picked up a suit somewhere, and frankly? She was pulling it off. Being almost-unhealthily-thin had to be useful occasionally, right? And apparently a slimline striped suit was one of those moments.]
[She even got a hat. Which she was pretty sure was out of a Clark Gable movie. And suspenders. She looks good, okay? Maybe this is a new thing for her. Either way she struts out, waving and hamming it up, and does a fancy hat-bow.]
Thanks everyone! Great crowd! Don't forget to tip your waiters!
[And then...flee. Off-stage. Wow that was a lot of people...]
[Three - Hat? Here hat?]
How do people even wear hats? I took mine off for a second and now it's gone. It's like a purse except it disappears twice as fast.
Missing: One old-timey hat. Grey. Striped. Last seen right here.
Wildcard [Want to run into Eleanor backstage? Or out in the crowd? She'll be a bit of a cad in the suit. Also might not return it. Try to stop her from leaving in it? Good luck!]
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[She was standing there, getting ready herself and had just finished choosing between earrings. She looked Eleanor over and smiled at her, shrugging once to show that she really was not sure on the matter before pointing at the one that looked closest to the shade of the suit, hoping she was right.]
Perhaps this one is closest?
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[Scandalized by the fact that his outfit didn't come with a paper bag to hide his face, Juzo decides to set out to look for one to save what remains of his dignity. Unfortunately, people start to gather on the square which makes things much harder for him, but he's undeterred.
He'll either get that damned paper bag or...no, there's no other option. It's as simple as that.
His search led him to one of the tents, where he's browsing through various clothes, hoping to find the promised paper bag. Or anything else he could cover his face with, really.
He doesn't have the luxury to be picky, anyway.]
Hey, anything good in that box?
[While he's thinking about hiding his face behind something, this question isn't too precise, is it? But he's definitely not asking about any matching accessories, that much should be clear, right? RIGHT...?]
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[He can't say this is his lucky day, but it's not as bad as it could be since he has found a paper bag and he's not afraid to use it. Quite the opposite, actually. After some tweaking, he puts it on his head. The holes for his eyes and mouth are a bit too small, but it doesn't matter that much.
Finally, he can get something to eat. Fully aware of the fact that if he ruins the dress he'll have to pay for it, Juzo chooses his snacks carefully.]
I want three pieces of cheesecake and one piece of chocolate cake.
[Or not. He's willing to take the risk if it's for chocolate, okay.]
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A talent?
[Hey, nobody told him about this! Or maybe someone did, but he wasn't listening. Introducing himself for fifteen freaking minutes was enough of a pain in the ass and now he's supposed to show them something? It's the worst day in his whole life.]
I can, uh... [Seriously. At this rate he's going to stand here for the next fifteen minutes trying to come up with something.] For example, I can...kick your ass.
[Are bonus points for honesty even a thing?]
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[Anything goes! Feel free to PM me or hit me up at
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That makes it understandable, honestly. Koukichi has it a bit easier as long as people don't directly ask, but... he's in the crossdressing part too. However, the bakery/cafe combination booth here serving the sweets found him charming enough to ask for a little favor. Since they have quite the load of orders to handle, he volunteered to serve some of these orders.
He's a very tame bunny, it's cute okay. Also it's good for attempting to boost his people skills. If people are happy with orders, he's distracted from his awkward situation.
So here's your cheese cake and chocolate cake pieces, bride-edition Sakakura. Koukichi won't recognize him if he's making the effort and guessing would be... not ideal right now. But a tray is in hands with the order receipt on top of the logo'd box. ]
H-here you are, Mister Grocery Bag! Please enjoy enjoy your cakes.
[ Koukichi might as well ask, holding the now-empty tray to his chest. The point of the bag is to keep it on, so that presents a sort of problem. Children are curious and he is too. ]
Are you going to have trouble eating that? Or is it for a friend?
[ Oh, almost forgot. Out of the poncho, he pulls out those packaged plastic knife+fork+napkin sets for incognito!Juzo. ]
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[ You'd think that maybe -- maybe -- the whole competition aspect and the crossdressing and the fact that Retrospec, for whatever reason, might have given Honoka just a little bit of chill. But if there's one thing we should have learned by now it's that chill isn't a word in Honoka's vocabulary. She comes barreling onto the stage with a huge grin on her face and a respectably boyish outfit that she probably has to credit to Souji. Her hair is pulled back in a severe ponytail and pinned to her head, leaving just her bangs hanging loose. While up-close it's easy as anything to see through her little charade of testosterone, while she's on stage it's actually not a half-bad effort. ]
Good evening, folks! [ ... that deep voice probably needs some work, though. she just kind of sounds like she has a cold. ] I'm Hayato Kousaka and I'm here for a Q&A! Just for tonight, I'll answer any questions you guys can toss at me! So lemme have it!
[ she means it too. this is a disaster waiting to happen. ]
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[ Let it be known for the history books that Honoka was only here for giggles. She really honestly had no intention of taking this seriously and really didn't expect to win. So when her name gets announced she jumps out of her skin. Surely, she'd heard someone else's name, right? Something that just happened to sound a whole lot like Honoka?
She continues to look incredibly dumbfounded as she's herded onstage, but she makes herself give everyone her biggest smile when it's her turn to talk. ]
Uh! So-- I kind of really wasn't expecting this? But this is awesome! I've had a blast being up here and I'm super glad you guys had just as much fun with me!
[ And besides this kind of gushing is good practice for when she debuts. So might as well take advantage of it.
And if you want to congratulate her on her win, you'll find her milling around backstage afterwards, pretty openly basking in her victory. She's going to be utterly insufferable until the high wears off. ]
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Vella was actually already somewhat cranky after her awkward attempt on stage and Honoka getting the win wasn't exactly helping. She was gonna get that and give a big middle finger to granny and it was gonna be great.
So she's kind of looking for a fight when she does a stupidly harsh and firm handshake. Its real mature.]
Not... bad. [Through gritted teeth.]
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[Ragna has sincerely hoped the whole pageant would turn out to be a flop. Do people have nothing better to do with their lives than come watch a bunch of unfortunate souls (and morons, in case there's anyone signed up for this crap of their own volition) making idiots out of themselves? If he's gonna give up on whatever is left of his dignity, he'd rather do it without the crowd watching.
Knowing he won't avoid today's public humiliation unless the world conveniently ends within the next thirty minutes or so, he approaches the refreshments stand with a resigned look on his face.]
Got some booze? I don't wanna be sober for the next few hours.
TWO.
[Unfortunately, the time for the main event has come and neither is Ragna drunk, nor did any catastrophe occur. Well, unless one counts him being shoved into a beautiful wedding dress, because that's definitely a sign of an upcoming apocalypse. Why that, specifically? Because he outright refused to wear anything with a shorter skirt and it was somehow possible to make it fit.
However, the costume alone isn't all that matters in a beauty pageant; one has to have a way with words, too, which is why Ragna certainly isn't earning himself any points by being a grumpy jerk to anyone who so much as breathes in his direction, let alone dares to ask a question. Whatever. He's not here to win this crappy competition anyway. As long as he beats that asshole Juzo, that's good enough.
He doesn't even try to hide how much he doesn't care about all this when asked about his upcoming performance.]
"Talent?" Nobody's said anything 'bout that...
[They have. Repeatedly. He just wasn't listening.]
Hell if I know. Pissing people off, maybe?
[A rare moment of self-awareness or plain stupidity? You decide.]
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[As the participant of this event, Ragna decides to leave this insightful comment on the whole thing:]
shit sucks, don't ever it again
[Haters gonna hate.]
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[Oh thank goodness, this bullshit is finally over. Ragna isn't particularly concerned with the fact he didn't win ─ in fact, winning would've probably been even worse ─ he's just glad he's finally wearing his clothes again and is in quite a hurry to get rid of the damn dress. Which is why he returns it by slamming it on the counter with a little more force than necessary.]
If I ever see this piece of shit again, it'll be too soon.
WILDCARD.
[Feel free to come up with something else or hit me up for plotting at
Also, art credit.]
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Could it be that he actually...waited for him?]
Let's buy booze on our way home. Lots of booze.
[It may or may not be his way of saying sorry.]
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Some may recognize Yato as a scruffy homeless guy who frequently naps around benches, alleyways, and vacant patches of grass (only the lush stuff for him, none of that half-dead brown stuff), but today he's looking clean and dapper in a trim vest combo that he 100% plans on reusing for work in the future. His hair is neatly tied up in a shock of a ponytail, and when the stage is turned over to him, he takes to the limelight like a duck to water. He steps forward, plants his feet firmly to the ground, and raises one hand into a cheeky salute. ]
Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls! Yato here! I'm 21, burning with youth, and work the bar at the Inkwell! Whether it's with a Margarita Atwood or Tequila Mockingbird, I'll make sure your well never runs dry!
[ He spins once, shoots the crowd a finger gun, and strikes a pose complete with smile, sparkles, and shoujo flower background. ]
There's something you want to know about me? I'm so glad you asked! All my secrets are yours!
[ Ask him a question! Or grade him mercilessly with your whiteboard and test his self-control. ]
[ 2B: talent portion
Once the audience participation comes to a close, it's time to show off what he's got! Yato produces a tall wine box. He carefully upends it on a table in front of a large standing corkboard to reveal a stack of dancing apples, all jumping perfectly in place on top of each other like a possessed totem pole.
Next, he crisply fans out a collection of throwing knives and begins to juggle them, the sharp blades gleaming in the spotlight as he walks across the stage. ]
Don't try this at home, kids! Knife rebound is a real danger. But if you have a big house with lots of room to spare, then go nuts! Just get your parents' permission first!
[ What parent would okay this.
He turns back around to face the apples, and a glint enters his eye. He has to get the timing just right... aaaand, there. One by one, Yato smoothly throws the knives as they meet his hands. And one by one, the knives skewer the apples against the corkboard. Thunk, thunk, thunk, thunk, thunk. The apples are perfectly spaced from top to bottom, each one pierced square in the face and motionless.
Ta-da! Yato turns back to the audience and bows for what he assumes will be applause, but maybe it's still too soon for apple murder we just don't know. ]
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And then just-]
If you were stranded in the mountains with three people, would you eat a man to survive?
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[Chuuya has some regrets.
Participating isn't one-- he's after that prize, alright-- but he'd signed up for two categories in his attempt to up his odds, and that's led to him in this outfit, frowning at himself in a nearby mirror and fussing with his hair and outfit. He makes a pretty convincing girl when he's all made up, really.]
Nobody ever mentions how weird makeup feels. Hey, how's this look, is the color alright...?
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[deal with the crowd? Sure, he can do that, he's not at all shy, so he introduces himself with a flourishing bow.]
Chuuya Nakahara. I run the Inkwell, I'm sure some of you recognize me... I've heard plenty about anyone who's shared their problems there, but if you've ever wondered anything about your bartender? Here's your shot.
[just don't ask too many embarrassing questions. he will start an argument right on this stage, so help him.]
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[He's not exactly known as a performer, thanks to his band's very infrequent gigs-- but he does in fact sing in said band, and this is just the excuse he needed to show off.
Despite the lack of regular shows, Chuuya seems pretty used to the stage (or at least he can fake it), full of energy as he gets started; not a bad voice for being untrained, either. The sound's something like this (look don't judge me his VA is a singer ok. let me live.)
He's still energetic after it's over, still full of adrenaline, breathing heavily but grinning wide.]
after--
[he's much more subdued once it's all done with, though. was it worthwhile? that's a good question, honestly-- yeah, the talent part was fun, he should do that more often, but he's a little more focused on how he's no closer to the answers he's after now, and on the lengths he'd gone to for it.
mainly the whole crossdressing thing.
chuuya hasn't bothered to change, though, because he needs a drink or three before he can muster up the will to go home and undo his hair and deal with the makeup (why did he let his nails get painted, whyyy.)
so, there's chuuya, all dolled up at a bar that's not his own, a nearly empty glass in front of him.]
Get me another one of those-- no, two, make it two.
[with that, he gestures at the open spot next to him. c'mon, join him in those regrets.]
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Let's just say he's pretty stunned.]
...Wow, boss.
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I don't know what I should do. A chance to remember is the vaguest of all prizes and hardly worth it, right!? I'd already asked about backing out prior, and it's possible. Who on earth signed me up?
[ The boy taps his foot, talking to himself with a troubled expression. ]
But I can feel... something... it's definitely there. My chance at remembering is... 100%...
[ From the sounds of it, he could be mistaken to be fully confident in skirting a victory, but that's not what he actually means! Feel free to misunderstand him anyway. ]
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[ Going through with this might just be one of the worst decisions in his young life. Being prepubescent, he doesn't need to bother with a change of pitch, but he does still sound softer than normal out of... nervousness, rather than acting. There are so many people looking at him, oh no... Come on, voice, come on out. Just ignore all the eyes and the noise. ]
Ahh. Hello, I am Ricchan-- R-Ritsu-chan! [ why is he doing this to himself HE WAS GOING TO USE "MISS" gotta go fast ] I transferred here a few months ago and I don't really know why I'm. Here. Not in the city! I mean. On this stage. [ smooth like butter. he blanks out for a couple seconds ]
Um! This design I'm wearing is by Garry-san-- [ ahem ] Mr. Garry, who has an online store, if anyone is interested in his craft, he puts a lot of thought into it, I am grateful he helped me on such short notice.
[ Ritsu's still got time. Agh. Why did they give them so much time. He can feel sweat trickle down on his makeup under the spotlight. He's trying to smile, but it comes out awkward and forced. Unless you're charmed by Ritsu's nervousness, to him internally this is nothing short of a disaster. ]
I... get pretty good grades through all my subjects, it's not flashy like what the others do or anything, but if you asked me math calculations or questions in the high school range on the fly I could probably answer it. Other questions are fine too... probably.
[ This was such a mistake. He was at least confident in his brain, if not the way he was sporting this dress. Ritsu didn't actually look that terrible and would have been much cuter if he could only pull a legit smile, but he couldn't help being insecure! This was so out of nowhere!!!! ]
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[ In the end, someone got the regain he wanted. It was a regain he soon wish he could get a refund for. As he's cleaning up and no longer dolled up, he still seems to be in-character for something else? ]
Welcome! What can I serve you Master... please enjoy your meal. Thank you very much...
[ That's probably the third or so grimmest imitation of service phrases you've ever heard. Ritsu's out of it while he helps cleanup to try get his mind off things, but it's not very effective, it doesn't look like he's really seeing in front of him. Hopefully he doesn't crash into anyone in his zombie daze. ]