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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
A.
[ 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. ]
B.
[ 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
A.
[ 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. ]
B.
[ 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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O-Oh, okay! Sorry...
[He looks relieved when the cat gets pulled off him, glancing down to make sure his pant leg wasn't torn up by claws. ] Thanks.
[Now that he's cat free, he can finish capping up those tupperwares and writing their roommate's names on the lids.]
...Ahaha, you really liked that omelet, huh. But alright! If you don't mind showing me what to do at the shrine, I'd be happy to come along. Sounds better than unpacking more boxes...and we could use more groceries.
[You know, maybe other than just eggs]
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Those poor omelets. Akira is tempted to say he'll eat all of them, but WORSHIP CENTER TIME. ]
It was amazing. [ He will yell it into the streets. ] I don't even mind at all? It's not like I have anything except boxes also waiting for me...
[ Procrastination. ]
But... Do we have a car? We can probably take the bus.
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Ahaha...guess we're both putting off unpacking then. Who would've known there'd be so many boxes...
[Like, he never realized he had this much stuff. It's insane]
Sorry, I don't have one, and I can't remember if Yusuke or Tuuri have one. The bus is fine with me though, I have a pass.
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Maybe we just use small boxes. [ They need to upgrade to a wumbox. He never asked about Yusuke or Yuuri's mode of transportation either...
Sounds like: ] Sounds like we have a plan; I also have a pass.
[ Time to ride the bus? ]
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Great. Let's go then.
[OFF TO THE BUSES!! And to the land of procrastination!]
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They travel to the worship center where they find several structures ranging from biblical denominations to Shintoism. There's even a Budai statue which Akira... rubs the belly... Yeah. ]
I heard doing this also gives good luck.
[ They weren't here for this, but MIGHT AS WELL. ]
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And...okay, his roommate is rubbing a statue]
Oh, really?
Well, I guess I could always use more good luck...
[WHEN IN RECOLLE- he'll reach up and rub the belly- though he sure is glancing around to see if anyone's going to yell at him for doing just that]
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Yeah. I thought it was just some tourist superstition, but it's an actual thing. The more you know?
[ But it's time for them to pick... Anything, really? Akira isn't particular about which area they go. Some of the structures are actually intricate, practically works of art. ]
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Ha, really? I wonder where the belief came from...
[Since it seems so random. but hey! Since Akira doesn't shepherd them to one direction, it's not very long until Elliot's half wandering off towards one of the fancier structures to get a better look.]
Whoa...pretty.
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[ To be honest, he just thinks they're pretty to look at and the different styles side by side make it even better. He eyes the one that Elliot looks at? Does this one have a donation box...
If only it were Tanabata, they could just write their wishes on some paper and hang them on tree branches. They'll have to make do. ]
Did you want to check this one out?
[ Should they wander deeper... And watch Akira die once he steps into any place of worship because he's a sinner. ]
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[Too busy being about the music life.
He'll look back at Akira, unaware that his roommate is such a horrid sinner he'll burn to ashes the moment he walks into a place of worship]
Sure! We're here to kill time after all, right?
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Plenty of time before we return home, back to our boxes.
[ It's a really nice looking place and there's a donation box ahead. This is where they can pay their respects.
If they have money. ]
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And wow hey a donation box. Elliot approaches, figuring sure, he'll put some in, but time to figure out how much to put in...]
So Akira, do you come here a lot?
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That's... a strange question? His eyebrows raise in surprise at that. ]
I actually don't, but... Back when I was a kid and lived in Japan, my parents would take me to the shrine once in a while. There was a park next to it, too.
[ ... ]
I purposely slipped my dad's wallet into the donation box, actually.
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Haha, really?
[He tries to imagine it, little Akira shoving a fat wallet into one of these boxes]
Why'd you do that?
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I thought more money made the success rate higher. It made sense to eight-year-old me at the time.
[ Wait, shouldn't they be praying for their wish to come true right now? ]
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Hehe, I could see the logic. Did it work?
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I guess it did? Life in America ended up being worth it.
[ Hm. ]
... Maybe we should donate our wallets.
[ Kidding, but still. ]
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Aw, I'm glad!
[That America worked out for him. It's sweet!]
Aha, tempting with my luck...but I think my brother wouldn't be too happy.
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[ Yes. They're done here and since Akira thinks this place makes Elliot nervous, they can head over to sit somewhere around in the worship center. Might as well enjoy the sites. There may even be music playing from one or two temples, choirs in others. ]
What about you? Have any stories to tell?
[ They didn't really get deep into introductions with all the moving and unpacking (lack thereof), so might as well. ]
Also, we should take a picture together.
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Oh no. He didn't try to take one of your cats did he? I'm so sorry...
[Has this happened before? Who knows.
When they're finished, he'll follow Akira out with no argument. It's a little true that the shrine makes him a little nervous- it's been awhile since he's done anything remotely close to that, and he didn't want to screw up.]
About shrines? Not really...I used to go to church when I was a kid, but I stopped really going around middle school. [...] But I did get in trouble once for trying to change a hymn. I thought it was written in the wrong key.
[He'll spot a lower wall that looks like you can sit on, which he'll walk over and do just that. In the distance, a mosque sings out the call to prayer. Elliot takes a moment to listen to it, only to be surprised by Akira's question]
Huh? A picture?
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[ He'll keep the memory of Carlos as a positive one. At first, he expects a generic story about anything, so he's perplexed that it's... related to what they're doing. It's natural that it should be related, but... He sputters.
CHANGING A HYMN. ]
I meant anything, but I'll definitely take being in trouble for "fixing" a hymn. Don't they do renditions of hymns and stuff...? I don't see why you got in trouble.
[ YES. He flashes the camera on his phone. ]
Yeah. To commemorate the start of a beautiful friendship.
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Oh, they do- but usually people use their own paper for that. Not the hymn books at church.
[And aw, that makes him smile some as he straightens up. ]
Haha, okay! A picture like that would be nice!
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Elliot... You're a true herectic.
[ Cause damn. Scribbling in the prized hymn bookso f old is savage!! But Akira is just chuckling, finding it overall endearing instead. ]
Okay, stick close and remember to smile.
[ Even though he says that, he's the one hunching over to Elliot with the phone raised above them. Be photogenic!! ]
And a funny face one.
[ Because they're going to use some dog/cat filters. ]
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Hahaha, yeah. I'm a darn sinner.
[Even if Akira is the one hunching over, he'll do his best to stick close! The first one he smiles normally, bright and cheerful. The second one, he tries to make the best funny face he has- which is basically just scrunching up his nose and sticking out his tongue with a "bleegh" noise]
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