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[OPEN] welcome home.
WHO: Tuuri, Elliot, Akira, Yusuke, their two cats Morrigan and Katkat, ???, and kind souls like you who've gotten roped into manual labor- I mean, helping out your friends
WHERE: off-campus housing somewhere, close enough to the university to walk in good weather, far enough to bike if Akira wants to risk getting run over by a bus
WHEN: September 2nd, all day
WHAT: Move-in day! in which the house may or may not be haunted by a small child; rumor has it that he shows up in people's bedrooms at night and may disappear the moment you take your eyes off him (aka ??? is Pharos because I want to play roommate things too...)
WARNINGS: none
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[ It's a bright and early Saturday morning, and while each of the four roommates (the fifth being Ryoji, who is on "vacation" and it's an unspoken rule that nobody is allowed to talk about him) have already received their set of keys to the house, whoever gets here first gets first choice of bedrooms. Will it be Team Tuuri? Team Elliot? Team Akira? Team Yusuke? Fight it out, guys. Or be reasonable people and talk it out, idk.
There are five bedrooms to share or claim as your own, of various sizes and proximity to the kitchen and two bathrooms. There might also be a leftover dresser or coffee table left by the previous tenants, so if you want that, better sneak it into your chosen room and pretend that it was always there, before someone else comes along and accuses you of hoarding all the furniture.
Because unless you're bringing something from home, there is no other furniture. ]
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[ AKA IT'S IKEA TIME
Boxes lie in the living room— potential tables, chairs, desks, shelves, it might have been easier to ask friends for spare furniture they can donate, but at least the cats are having a blast jumping into the empty boxes (in the case of a little calico kitten, yowling to be let out immediately after, save her). It's like Christmas morning in here, except Lego instructions weren't this confusing and help would really be appreciated so everything can get put together in time for dinner without giving up and saying screw it all and just using the cardboard boxes themselves as chairs. But also please, for the love of all that is good in the world, only work on one Ikea furniture project at a time, keep close count of all the parts, and don't let the cats eat any screws. ]
C.
[ The house is a bit of a mess, but it's coming together. Someone still needs to make a grocery run or there's nothing in the fridge aside from like... half a gallon of chocolate milk, or a single stalk of limp celery, or a full ice tray that's decidedly not filled with ice because the cubes are opaque white and taste kind of sweet if you lick it (but don't lick or eat any of this stuff if you want to live). There are fridge magnets on the door that consist of an upside down V, a K, the number 1, an R, and another upside down V neatly lined up towards the bottom half of the door. There are no vowels anywhere to be found.
Mattresses are also pretty heavy and a pain to maneuver through the halls, so if you hear muffled shouting from inside one of the bedrooms and see a bed blocking one of the doorways, maybe save the poor soul trapped inside the bedroom and/or find whoever gave up halfway through and walked away from the job.
There's no toilet paper in either of the bathrooms, but there's a full bottle of black cherry merlot liquid hand soap that smells amazing.
The basement doesn't seem to have been aired out in years.
Nobody seems to know the wi-fi password.
This place isn't actually livable yet, but!! soon!!! ]
D.
[ Outside, there's a front porch too small to hang around in, but the backyard is open for everybody to take a breather as you take a well deserved rest/regret coming over to help. The lawn is kind of overrun with weeds, and the birdbath is dusty and empty, but otherwise, it's a fairly large yard. A pool could probably fit in the middle at the sacrifice of grass. A couple of apple trees line the fence out in the back, but while the fruit smile down at you all, it's hard to tell whether they're good to eat yet or not without grabbing them by the face and tearing them off the tree. Maybe test and see anyways, and there might be apple pie in it for everyone as a thanks for the help.
The front of the house features a driveway wide enough for two cars, or a single moving truck that hogs up all the space and forces everybody else to attempt parallel parking on the crowded streets. There's also a motorcycle propped up next to the porch, but it's still there after everybody else leaves. It's going to stay there for the next two-three weeks and nobody questions it because looking up the license plate will show it registered to somebody we don't talk about. ]
Wildcard
[ There are cardboard boxes everywhere, Helpers! Please take some home for your cats. And I know you or somebody you know has a cat, because Recollé is Cat City. Anyways, wildcard for anything else you'd like to play; make your own top-levels and meet up with roommates, friends, and neighbors. Roomies, thank you for getting all this hard work out of the way before Ryoji actually moves in, you guys are the best, ilu♥ ]
WHERE: off-campus housing somewhere, close enough to the university to walk in good weather, far enough to bike if Akira wants to risk getting run over by a bus
WHEN: September 2nd, all day
WHAT: Move-in day! in which the house may or may not be haunted by a small child; rumor has it that he shows up in people's bedrooms at night and may disappear the moment you take your eyes off him (aka ??? is Pharos because I want to play roommate things too...)
WARNINGS: none
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[ It's a bright and early Saturday morning, and while each of the four roommates (the fifth being Ryoji, who is on "vacation" and it's an unspoken rule that nobody is allowed to talk about him) have already received their set of keys to the house, whoever gets here first gets first choice of bedrooms. Will it be Team Tuuri? Team Elliot? Team Akira? Team Yusuke? Fight it out, guys. Or be reasonable people and talk it out, idk.
There are five bedrooms to share or claim as your own, of various sizes and proximity to the kitchen and two bathrooms. There might also be a leftover dresser or coffee table left by the previous tenants, so if you want that, better sneak it into your chosen room and pretend that it was always there, before someone else comes along and accuses you of hoarding all the furniture.
Because unless you're bringing something from home, there is no other furniture. ]
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[ AKA IT'S IKEA TIME
Boxes lie in the living room— potential tables, chairs, desks, shelves, it might have been easier to ask friends for spare furniture they can donate, but at least the cats are having a blast jumping into the empty boxes (in the case of a little calico kitten, yowling to be let out immediately after, save her). It's like Christmas morning in here, except Lego instructions weren't this confusing and help would really be appreciated so everything can get put together in time for dinner without giving up and saying screw it all and just using the cardboard boxes themselves as chairs. But also please, for the love of all that is good in the world, only work on one Ikea furniture project at a time, keep close count of all the parts, and don't let the cats eat any screws. ]
C.
[ The house is a bit of a mess, but it's coming together. Someone still needs to make a grocery run or there's nothing in the fridge aside from like... half a gallon of chocolate milk, or a single stalk of limp celery, or a full ice tray that's decidedly not filled with ice because the cubes are opaque white and taste kind of sweet if you lick it (but don't lick or eat any of this stuff if you want to live). There are fridge magnets on the door that consist of an upside down V, a K, the number 1, an R, and another upside down V neatly lined up towards the bottom half of the door. There are no vowels anywhere to be found.
Mattresses are also pretty heavy and a pain to maneuver through the halls, so if you hear muffled shouting from inside one of the bedrooms and see a bed blocking one of the doorways, maybe save the poor soul trapped inside the bedroom and/or find whoever gave up halfway through and walked away from the job.
There's no toilet paper in either of the bathrooms, but there's a full bottle of black cherry merlot liquid hand soap that smells amazing.
The basement doesn't seem to have been aired out in years.
Nobody seems to know the wi-fi password.
This place isn't actually livable yet, but!! soon!!! ]
D.
[ Outside, there's a front porch too small to hang around in, but the backyard is open for everybody to take a breather as you take a well deserved rest/regret coming over to help. The lawn is kind of overrun with weeds, and the birdbath is dusty and empty, but otherwise, it's a fairly large yard. A pool could probably fit in the middle at the sacrifice of grass. A couple of apple trees line the fence out in the back, but while the fruit smile down at you all, it's hard to tell whether they're good to eat yet or not without grabbing them by the face and tearing them off the tree. Maybe test and see anyways, and there might be apple pie in it for everyone as a thanks for the help.
The front of the house features a driveway wide enough for two cars, or a single moving truck that hogs up all the space and forces everybody else to attempt parallel parking on the crowded streets. There's also a motorcycle propped up next to the porch, but it's still there after everybody else leaves. It's going to stay there for the next two-three weeks and nobody questions it because looking up the license plate will show it registered to somebody we don't talk about. ]
Wildcard
[ There are cardboard boxes everywhere, Helpers! Please take some home for your cats. And I know you or somebody you know has a cat, because Recollé is Cat City. Anyways, wildcard for anything else you'd like to play; make your own top-levels and meet up with roommates, friends, and neighbors. Roomies, thank you for getting all this hard work out of the way before Ryoji actually moves in, you guys are the best, ilu♥ ]
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[ Elliot is still rather concerned about the whole app business that happened tonight, but there's no putting off moving day! Especially if moving day meant getting away from the dormmate from heck.
So he's here bright and early with his things. He doesn't bring them in just yet, instead taking the opportunity to walk through the house and get a lay of the land. When he comes across someone, he'll give them a cheery, albeit nervous, smile]
Oh hi! Are you one of my roommates?
[A2. Room Grab - OTA ]
[Each of the empty bedrooms, he examines. Oddly if you watch him? It's pretty clear he doesn't seem to be inspecting the size or location of the room. No, instead he seems to be testing the acoustics of each room by tapping his foot, singing a couple notes- that sort of thing.
Finally, he seems to settle on one of the smaller rooms. It's not great acoustics, but it's the best of the lot. He goes to grab his things to put into that room. It's one of the smaller rooms, so no one will mind right?]
[B. Ikea - OTA]
[Elliot isn't terrible at reading ikea instructions. At the end of the day, they're just symbols and patterns right? He can get a handle on that.
What he is terrible at, is the actual assembly. That takes way more muscle and hand-eye coordination than he actually has. So when you find him, the...whatever he's building seems to have fallen apart. From the slump of his shoulders and disappointed sigh, this isn't the first time.]
Oh...great.
[Maybe give him a hand?]
[D. An actual yard!! - OTA ]
[One thing he is excited about, even if it's in poor condition, is the yard! So when he's taking a break from moving things around, he's definitely check. It doesn't matter to him that it's overrun with weeds- he seems thrilled]
Oh cool! We got an actual yard! Oh, and with an apple tree too!
[YOU DON'T SEE THESE MUCH IN NEW YORK OK.]
[Wildcard. Breakfast - ROOMMATES ONLY]
[The next morning, Elliot's still pretty tired from all the moving yesterday. Even so, he still manages to get up pretty early the next morning, and even find a nearby corner marketplace. When a roommate walks into the kitchen, they'll see that he's cooking up some omelets. And even more notably, he's making enough that it looks like he's planning on sharing with]
Morning!
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[Cheery, nervous smile, meet overly excited counterpart.]
I'm so excited to be living together! I only had one roommate last year and we were both pretty busy so we never really got a chance to connect-- I wanted to try living on-campus at first, but I think this is going to be way more fun! What was your name? What are you studying, do you know yet?
[...really overly excited counterpart. She didn't stop for air during any part of that.]
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Oh! Look, they're happy to see you too!
[ The last of the happy dancing fruit... ]
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I can't believe I rolled a 2 on this
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b!!!
Eren shifts the box in his grasp and mindlessly looks for a place to put it, clouds of thought scribbles and bothered thunderclouds silently flashing over his head before disappearing in pops. He's looking at Elliot, but . . . Not really looking. He's far away.
He can't stop thinking about it. Between having the Air Force anthem stuck in his head and assigned to yell it out all morning because of attitude and retrospec, his head was a hurricane. Elliot's huff moments later finally causes him to react with delay, blinking back into place and finally going over to him, crouching down by the mess. ]
You're still on this one?
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BREAKFAST give me that black sludge
Akira is up, finally walking into the kitchen with some massive bed hair (or is this normal hair) before he notices Elliot. ]
Good morning. [ Covering a yawn, he goes to hover around the kitchen before noticing EGGS. Morrigan has followed after him before pawing Elliot's foot. ] Oh, are you making breakfast?
[ !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ]
Drink Black Liquid to increase Courage Stat
why is this happening to him
because social links akira. social links.
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Yes? I believe so.
[There's been a lot going on over the past few days, with packing to move and the sudden appearance of that app on his phone. Bear with him just a moment, he's catching up.]
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[Tuuri makes a point of getting to the house early in the morning, specifically so she can scope out the best room in the house and claim it for herself. She spends a significant period of time looking through each of them, weighing her options (proximity to the bathroom? to the kitchen? the one that's larger than the others but weirdly shaped so it's a pain in the ass to arrange furniture in it?) and running back and forth between them instead of, you know, moving the boxes of her belongings into one of them. They're piled haphazardly by the door instead; hopefully no one trips on them. At least she doesn't have a lot of boxes-- she moved from a tiny, furnished dorm room, after all.
Of course, that means she needs furniture. Well, maybe no one will notice if she just...
Tuuri is shoving a leftover dresser out of one room when she realizes that the heavy dragging sound of a large piece of furniture scraping across the floor is attracting attention. She startles guiltily as soon as she realizes, hands springing up off the dresser, before she cracks a wide (if nervous) smile.] Ahaha hi! Hello! I'm Tuuri, nice to meet you!
[Please don't question the furniture thieving.]
c. is it too early to call this a cat-astrophe
[Tuuri tried going into the basement in the spirit of exploring their entire home (and looking for more neat old furniture to salvage). That lasted about two seconds before she pokes her head back around the door.] I think whoever lived here before us had way more than two cats.
[The smell wafting up from the basement probably backs her up on that. Like, their basement smells like a herd of cats came in from a rainstorm, dried themselves off by rolling around on the ground, and then decided to stick around for another two years. She should probably close the door, instead of... turning back out of curiosity, door thrown wide open to the rest of the house.]
e. assorted nerdery
[You can also find Tuuri:
-cheerfully pinning a very detailed chore chart, with no communication with any of the others, to the kitchen wall;
-struggling with a box that looks dangerously close to splitting at the bottom and dropping all of her junk into the street;
-aggressively ignoring all references to their mysterious fifth roommate; or
-taking frequent breaks to greet a bunch of random friends that she invited over to 'check out the new place', while everyone (including her) is still trying to move in.]
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At least he doesn't seem bothered by the musty smell coming from the basement, catching Tuuri just as she turns to leave the area and poison the rest of the house. ]
How can you tell? Are there more cats down there? Toys, or food?
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I can carry this. [He got fit over the past several months. He's sure he can handle this.]
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Akira hasn't actually gone through the door, but he's right by it before the stench hits him. Christ. They have two cats now, but... Should they really leave their basement like this? He'll follow her lead into the cat stank. ]
Crazy cat ladies seem to be a theme in Recolle. [ Even though some are men. ] Is there a light?
[ Sorry, Elliot. You'll need to deal with the cat smell. Akira is pretty sure if they closed the door as they're down here, they'll suffocate. ]
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Hey, we've gotta stop meeting like this.
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e - chore chart!
Yusuke just... peers over Tuuri's shouder, keeping a respectable distance from her so she isn't startled.]
Are you setting up a rota for chores?
[Because... surely that requires a little input from the other inhabitants of the house?]
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And he's dosed himself up with ibuprofen, so hopefully he can get through this without having to explain why he's not really doing any of the heavy lifting. And without looking like a huge jerk for not doing so.
He strolls up as Tuuri's working, a big smile on his face.]
I'm here! Am I late?
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he's close enough to the police isn't he
Want a pillow? [Okay, use those guts--] I'm taking a break anyway.
true........
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i'm here for cats
It's! here!! The drawing is on the wall in this room, not the kitchen, but Pharos nods to himself as he justifies why: the lamination would make it too heavy, and the refrigerator magnets wouldn't hold the weight. ]
meow
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Aside from Akira, he supposed. Spending most of his time sketching in the corner of the cat cafe and occasionally passing out over the table when he forgot to eat meant it was easier to strike up an acquaintanceship with the person who kept coming over to nudge him awake or waft cups of coffee under his nose.
So. Here he was. Staring around the rooms and down the hall of the house.]
Hm?
[Maybe they could repaint the walls in this place. Their current shade wasn't the most pleasant thing to look at.]
I'm fine with whichever room I get. Are you comfortable sharing with me? I am aware of my own... shortcomings.
[Like staying up all night painting. Leaving his paint water jars on the side when he passes out. Passing out at his canvas.]
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someone call the waaaahmbulance
Huh.
With a tilt of her head, Haru walks softly over, giving a little wave to the cat as it notices her, then carefully gets down on her knees right beside Akira's head, palms against her thighs as she looks down at him.]
Are you taking a break, Aki?
RUDE
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OTA
[ Neither IKEA nor Lego instructions are confusing, you guys really gotta get it together with your Scandinavian products. ]
No, you should put that piece on top first, that way when you turn it over it has something to rest on.
See?
[ He points a finger at the instructions, which apparently are very straightforward for him. ]
THIS PLACE IS A MESS
[ Emil... does NOT understand this living situation whatsoever. It's giving him the hives thinking about that ice cube tray. THAT ICE CUBE TRAY! ]
Okay, we're definitely going to need to buy you guys some real toilet paper, and then some food, E6000, and a real screwdriver.
our savior is here
...Is it fun to make? How come they don't just buy a chair?
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ikea shit
No, I don't see even with these glasses.
[ Actually, he has a good handle on the puzzle furniture, but it would be nice to have an Expert do this. ]
Re: ikea shit
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carlos (craig) | zero time dilemma | ota
[ Well, of course, Carlos would come to help his brother move to his new place. It makes him feel rather relieved that he's getting away from his no-good roommate and found some much nicer kids to be around. Really, he thinks it's the protective (over-protective) instinct in him to also make sure everything is okay -- but also to ensure that relations with the new roommates are good ones with him as well.
After all, being in the same city, he'll attempt to drop by every so often. If he doesn't work on making sure that they're on okay terms that might make things awkward later. So he carries with him a medium-sized paper bag that appears heavy as he heads into the house, too. (Nevermind cost. Really, nevermind cost.) ]
Hello. I'm Carlos. Uh, Elliot's older brother. You're one of the people he's going to be staying with, right? [ And he's already digging around the bag to find something to hand over. It's kind of like a house-warming thing, right? It felt wrong not to bring something. ]
PARDON ME IS THAT A CAT?
[ Carlos is a lot of things. A reliable older brother and avid cat lover. Sometimes the avid cat lover part makes being a reliable brother ... difficult. Case in point, he puts down one of the boxes that he's helping move in as soon as he sees multiple cats. Oh, man. His rundown apartment -- which thankfully, Elliot has not yet seen -- doesn't allow cats. For good reason. ]
I didn't know there were cats. I would have brought some tuna or something for them, too. [ An absent-minded comment as he is already sitting down on the floor in an attempt to appear "less intimidating" so that some of those adorable felines come to see what is going on with him. The mission to befriend one of the cats is on. ]
WILDCARD
[ When he finally pulls himself away from the cats, he's diligently moving boxes and doing really whatever is needed to be asked of him. So if neither scenario works, he'll be wandering around doing what he can for everyone. A bit of a busy-body! ]
WILDCARD.
When Carlos comes into his room this time, he's currently attempting to hang some curtains for his window. Unfortunately, it's made quite difficult when he's short and he has yet to put together the chair he bought from ikea. So the moment he hears his brother step into the door, he'll be looking over his shoulder as he holds up the curtain rod -- still several inches too short of reaching it.]
H-Hey! Good timing? Could you give me a hand?
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meows
Then there's Akira, a cat personified, watching from around the corner as he's bringing his own boxes in. ]
There's nothing stopping you from getting some tuna and coming back.
[ Cats are Worth It. ]
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much belated introductions!!
latest ever, ota
Good luck trying to get him to help with something outside of this supposed ~haunting~ he's not convinced about. He was a weird kid, once.
Also yeah, this is extremely generic, but it makes it open to whatever shenanigans you wanna drag him into, fingerguns.]
chugs your starbucks
He nearly runs into Lalli, quiet and still as he is when their eyes meet, but after a moment or two of nothing, Pharos relaxes, lifts a finger to his lips to shush Lalli of all the noise he isn't making, and slips off again, thumping down the stairs to the basement. ]
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