YEAR OF THE TIGERDRAGON

[vengaboy]

No matter what language you speak, no matter what country or universe you reside in, a mysterious letter has found its way to you. Those who can read it will recognize it as an ornately scripted Japanese new year's invitation; those who don't might not even know these elaborate squiggles mean anything at all. Either way, when you look up from the neatly folded paper, you're probably nowhere near home anymore.

Where is this?! When is this?! Welcome to Japan as it was kinda, sorta, just shy of the year 1600, esteemed guests! If it somehow feels like it isn't even the right month anymore, that's because local time and date is still on the lunar system. It's fine. New Year's parties are New Year's parties.

And those parties mean alcohol! Music! Dancing! Feasting! Don't be shy! There are a number of attendants in colourful livery nearby, eagerly expecting an influx of new guests. They're all friendly enough, but they don't seem to bear the crest of any particular clan and sharp-eyed visitors may catch the briefest glimpse of a striped fluffy tail or a foxy grin... or is it a trick of the light? If you want nothing to do with any of this, they might pout a little but will send you home without any problem. But if you choose to follow them beyond the gates, get ready for one hell of a night. The only kind of explanation you get for what's going on is that the Takeda and Date clans have set aside their rivalries for a night of PEACE AND PARTY and everyone's invited. What does that mean? Go find out for yourself.

Of course folks from all over have been invited to this thing, but outnumbering the other guests by far are a bunch of rowdy samurai types, some in their armour, many in more formal robes, several proudly bearing banners of red or blue. Nobody appears to have any weapons on them, but if any guest takes that as an opportunity to start some shit they're going to be swarmed in like two seconds, so... maybe don't do that. However! There is plenty of space outside to spar in, if that's your thing! Or you can stay inside and drink, eat, enjoy the music, exchange raunchy stories, be an awkward wallflower, drink some more, witness some weird and kind of horrific family bonding, watch the unique display of gun- and canonfire alongside the fireworks, explore the scenic countryside outside of the compound, listen to some smug asshole in an eyepatch and some kid in red scream really loud at eachother, get playfully bullied into taking part in a ceremony you know nothing about, drain a bottle or two, flirt with famous historical figures, or... whatever you want!

All fandoms, all mediums, AUs, doubles, OCs, etc are all fair play here! Invite your friends! Invite your dog! Go nuts! Just slap a warning up if any threads take a particularly violent or sexy turn. Or both. I ain't judging.

LET'S PARTY!

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[righteyed]

[In amidst all the screaming and punching and music, Kojuro can be found constantly wandering. If his lord is going to unleash, then someone has to keep an eye on proceedings.

...That doesn't mean that he has to keep an eye on proceedings in a boring way, mind. He's certainly dressed for the occasion, and instead of his swords hanging at his side, there's...There's a flute. He's even smiling faintly at everyone, head bobbing respectfully as he winds through the party and checks that the cooks are doing well, that the drinks are not running low, that no one is causing trouble. (Anyone who dares to even look like they're engaging in a brawl unfriendly will get hauled out by the scruff of the neck. Don't even try. His son's party will NOT be ruined by shitty fights.)

...If you only manage to catch him later in the night, however, he'll be sitting by a fire somewhere, ears pricked for Masamune's voice even as he pulls Shiokaze from his hip and starts playing. There's a definite pink flush to his face, an empty sake bottle by his side, and the bastard's got the gall to still be a fantastic flautist.]

[powerhittou]

[Okay, but what if Kojuro's hearing Masamunes in stereo? That rough raspy slur is pretty distinctive, after all, and so is the unnecessary English liberally peppered in.

Hearing two of the same guy might be weird. Know what's weirder? Hearing yourself, from outside of the echo chamber of your own skull. And seeing yourself from across the room, taller and maybe just a little older and with a lighter shade of hair but you still know it's you as you're sure you've been once upon a dream, and-

You know what? Forget it. Thinking about it is freaking Masamune out all over again. He's already desperately trying to avoid his doppelganger, half-convinced this is another dream but terrified of what could happen if it isn't. Even an idiot like him can only recklessly tempt fate so far.

One familiar-but-different face he is glad to see is Kojuro. Old Grandpa Kojuro! The Kojuro from his dream, yes, but the Kojuro from that weird summer at the farm, too. So he hopes, anyway. He can't believe he forgot about all that while he was back at school. Surely Kojuro hasn't... right?]

Kojuro!

[Even with the noise all around them, he keeps his voice to an urgent stage whisper as he flags him down, rudely cutting in between two conversing partygoers (it's not like he spilled their drinks, it's fine).]

Psst! Hey, do you recognize me?

[alloutoflove]

[ Chisa is also dressed up for the party, with silk peonies plaited into her hair, every bit the delicate young maiden at first glance. They probably had a polite exchange of nods earlier; she's been mostly chatting with people who look less like they're working (after all, she's also been the shadow hostess of parties; she knows what it looks like), but later in the evening, when she wanders out for air, she hears the sound of playing and drifts in that direction.

The truth is, most of Chisa's music tastes lean towards bubbly j-pop and k-pop and the like. But there is still a part of her that's very appreciative of something that is more traditional. She might be a modern girl, but she's still Very Japanese in some ways. She stays quiet while he's playing, and even for a few seconds whenever he finishes, in a respectful hush.

But once there is a long enough pause, she starts to clap. ]

Ehhhh, not bad, not bad~ you've got a real talent for that!

[vengaboy]

[WHAT IF KOJURO'S HEARING MASAMUNES IN S- wait fuck i already did that one

uh

Okay, fine. What if Masamune's the one doing the hearing? Use a pipe to lure rats, use a flute for dragons; not even a minute in to Kojuro's playing and Masamune has found a way to extricate himself from whatever social obligation he was tied up in (not that he's ever been one to waste time on tactfulness anyway) and seat himself on the floor behind Kojuro, leaning fully against his back. The very same routine they've had for years, from when Bontenmaru's head barely reached Kojuro's shoulder blades up until now, as Masamune comfortably the back of his head against the curve of Kojuro's neck. Two perfectly fitting pieces.

Of course he doesn't dare interrupt that peaceful, nostalgic tune. Amongst all the chaos of the party (which he instigates by choice), it's nice to have something that's calm and familiar to grant him just the briefest respite. He's not tired, per se, but he's had more than enough alcohol to feel warm and fuzzy and veeery relaaaxed... enough so that he might fall asleep, were he in his own home, and if he weren't sober enough to remember that Yukimura's still wide awake. Like hell Masamune's going to let anybody out-party him, but especially not him.

It doesn't even take being as attuned to Masamune's needs as Kojuro is to catch on that he's hit a lull, though. When the music does stop, the most commentary he offers is a pleased, sleepy little hmmmmmh. Beautiful playing as always, Kojuro.]

[standingonmyneck]

[A long time ago, Daria played the flute. It wasn’t her choice to, her parents made her. Going to camp, playing “Pop Goes the Weasel” over and over. It was the stuff of torturous nightmares. Until her Dad ran over said flute (now how did that happen?). But that was a time of stupid, a time of shoving childish things in your kid’s face that they don’t want to participate in and it just turns into a chore. It wasn’t artful, it was lame.

That led to now, Daria was now in her twenties. An adult who had taken a passing listening in many kinds of music. Music was soothing. Music was important for the ex-teen, and she did always love to listen to all kinds. Not just grunge rock or what have. So when the soft, lovely, traditional Japanese style notes reached her ears...she was at ease. Maybe it was the setting, she was even decked out in fashion (not her idea but hey).

It was beautiful. Luckily, as much as Daria seemed to keep to the quiet ends and not be talkative like usual, she was still in a far light hearted mood. Enough of one to remark on it.]

You’re really good at that.

[dragonhunters]

[well it's about damn time he ran into a Kojuro, even if it's not his Kojuro. It's like he's got Katakura radar, but the flute at the fire-side definitely helps. He settles down in the man's shadow to listen and not interrupt until he finishes a tune.]

As good as ever, huh?

memes for mom

[shinbunshinobi]

[ It was pure chance that Sasuke brought some of the memes he made with him when he got sent to this party. He'll probably have to explain the cinnamon roll meme, but Sasuke still tried to include people Kojuro would recognize to aid with his understanding. Or understand as much as memes are meant to be understood. ]

Mr. Right Eye! I have something for you.

[ He holds out the two print outs to Kojuro, beaming the whole time. ]

[vengaboy]

[Masamune might not own the place, but he sure is going around like he does.

Full disclosure: he's not supposed to have anything to do with hosting at all. But why would anybody invite Feudal Frat Boy, Date Masamune if not to covertly beg him to bring the CRAZY PARTY? Besides, he's been hoarding fireworks for months and he's not letting those babies go to waste. Not when he can outdo two tigers at the same time.

He may not be wearing his trademark armour, but he's made sure he stands out even in a sea of colourful silk. Of course he's wearing that jinbaori over rich blues and golds, and the eyepatch makes it even easier to pick him out of a crowd. Catch him doing the following:

-Drinking.
-Yelling a lot at or about SANADA YUKIMURAAAA.
-Probably causing property damage at least once with SANADA YUKIMURAAAA.
-Drinking more.
-Attempting to take over the kitchen.
-Putting on a flashy shirtless drumming performance. He's got six sticks and keeps doing shit like asking the audience if they're READY TO ROCK. Why is he like this.
-He's probably managed to arrange some other unorthodox music.
-Conveniently being wherever he needs to be for your ideal thread.]

[alloutoflove]

[ Well sure why not,

If the man's gonna provide a show with shirtless drumming and fancy moves it's just another day at Hope's Peak she can be there in the crowd, and maybe she's dressed like a proper Japanese lady, but she's doing that whole thing, you know, where you whistle with your fingers in your mouth that I don't understand how people manage,

that's just what Talented people are like I guess. ]

feudal frat boy looking like a portable twister sheet in that jinbaori

[akazonae]

[ Look! Out there in the distance -- it's a bird, it's a plane (what even), it's -- ]

DATE MASAMUNEEE!!!

[standingonmyneck]

[....Whoa, holy crap. This guy was serious. He was banging on those drums all shirtless like that? With six sticks? She smiled a little. She thought about the Lanes; they'd be all over this performance and remarking it all along the way with her. Maybe that was what she liked about it, it was just crazy enough of a spectacle to be fascinating. Like a rock band, exactly like a rock band.

Take in the moment right? Jane would say that, a lot of her friends she made would say that.

Daria weaseled closer to the front to fully see, clapping along the way.]

3 Sasuke for the price of 1! Choose your ninja

[gatescostmoney]

[ Given that party is partly sponsored by the Takeda (RIP finances. Again.), it shouldn't be any surprise that the Sanada Ninja Corps are present. What might be a surprise is how many Sasukes are dashing around. They're busy keeping things running smoothly, making and delivering food or sake, stopping conflicts from developing into anything serious, and tackling whatever task like repairing that wall his master just went through comes up. He really should get a raise with all the hard work he's putting in!

But there's an even bigger surprise. Not all the Sasukes are actually shadow clones!

One will see the usual Sasuke Sarutobi (gatescostmoney) taking the occasional break to either rest in a tree to people watch or chat with a few guests. Later, with a lot of goading and harassing, Sasuke finally joins the party proper. He may even be persuaded to sing a song as the night goes on. Who knew a ninja could sing so well?

There's a younger, modern student Sasuke Sarutobi (shinbunshinobi) who keeps himself busy with a camera. All of this is so different and new. He's not sure what kind of article he could make from this, but he'll be damned if he doesn't get some material out of this. No singing from this kid, though. His agent won't let him. (Why does he even have an agent?)

And those with sharp eyes may catch sight of a rare, bitty Sasuke (sixcoinsshort) watching from the edges of the party or sticking to the shadows. He seems... unsure, hesitant to join in the festivities. He's still settling into his new job of being kagemusha (and caretaker) of Benmaru. Cut him a little slack and sympathy. ]

[alloutoflove]

[ She's a modern girl, let's go with a modern boy.

She's a little older than high school aged at this point, but she was a teacher once; she's all about encouraging people whenever and wherever she can. And it's for real now! Not It's Complicated Real.

For the most part she's here to flit around and chat with random people, dressed for the occasion with silk peony blossoms plaited into her pinned-up hair. At first glance, she might look like she's more in line with the past-era folks... but when she catches sight of Sasuke with his camera, she strikes a pose, one hand up in a V-sign. ]

Hi, cheese~! ♥

[retainya]

[ Where there's festivity, there should be his lord somewhere. Keywords: somewhere.

He can't seem to find Masamune anywhere, but he was just with him just now! But then Kojunyan finish reading the letter in his small paws and he's transported to a party? He needs to be with the One-Eyed Dragon at all times, or else he would be a very bad retainer. He has a trusty leak ready with him at least, so if some punk wants to fight, he's ready to fight them any time. He would rather not fight just yet until his personal mission is done, however. It's really hard to look around when most of these people are taller than him, and not fluent in cat-speak.

Fortunately, the cat found himself a brush and paper and manages to draw a portrait that's liken to his lord. For every tall person that takes notice of him, he shows them the picture. Have you seen the One-Eyed Dragon? ]

[alloutoflove]

[ With a student like Tanaka Gundam, you would think that Chisa would be more used to serious little animals doing very humanlike things.

And she is! Just, you know, not when he isn't around.

And while she didn't zero in on the cat immediately (she likes people! if it's a party, it should be about socializing!), it doesn't take her that long. And once she does, she heads right over, dropping into a crouch to be more on eye-level with him. A cat would be trouble even for the (former) Ultimate Housekeeper, especially with those white suits Kyousuke favors... but...

But that thought gets derailed as she takes in the picture. Huh. ]

Ah--... is this a friend of yours...?

Daria Morgendorffer is FC/PC/Starhue!verse

[standingonmyneck]

[But it's been a whole year since then. An entire year, undisturbed and not sent to some weird fantasy place against her will. A whole year to get acquainted with experience good and bad back home. With everything under her belt, Daria was here...starting into her twenties and...well dressed.

Daria would just slowly blink, look around her surroundings, take a big sigh, and go see what kind of hell she's into now. Happened to the veteran in her, so she couldn't even be fussed anymore. You could say she's chilled out considerably. A little. Maybe. She's written too many stories about her experiences to really see these things as the worst things ever. Besides, knowing a party setting and made to dress for it, the likelihood she would be here after tonight was 50/50.

Tonight looked like there was special madness going on, so...hey, in the end, might as well enjoy it from a safe distance. Or at least, try.

She's here going to be a wallflower as much as possible but you are free to talk! She's not completely against it, this time. Particularly if you're a familiar and friendly face. Or maybe you're a new face that saw her being a rather modern looking wallflower, or maybe verbally shutting down some drunk men trying to pick her up.]

[lucenumbra]

Interesting design choice.

[ She says in idle observation, mostly in reference for Daria appearing to look okay with being thrown back several centuries back from her time period. Considering the roster of colorful characters brought here against their wills, Daria seems put together enough to be holding her own ground surprisingly well and she couldn't deny her own curiosity wanting to get the better of her. ]

You're taking this awfully well than most would. Any reason for that?

[whyyyy]

[Hey, who said that some red and blue chumps got to have all the fun? Kanbe's never invited to like, any parties ever (mainly because he's a general cloud of gloom and also a huge inconvenience), but tonight he's actually managed to tunnel his way into the party of...Uh, the week? Shit, the Date are always partying. It's hell on his tunnels underneath Oshuu, let me tell you what.

But anyway.

Kanbe's basically staying on the fringes of the festivities, tonight; why lug his ball and chain into a crowd and get escorted from the premises when he's got more than one skill rattling around in his genius, handsome head?

There are little crudely-carved karakuri automatons shuffling around underfoot the whole night, most holding sake cups or little bowls. If they run into anyone, they wiggle their empty crockery upwards and refuse to leave their target alone until an offering's placed on their trays, and then off they go. Following any one of these little monstrosities back will lead you right to Kanbe, who's sitting behind some bushes and happily scarfing down whatever he gets.]

[autolatrist]

[Hey, what do you know! There's another garbageboy stinkman here who never gets invited to parties! Although in Karamatsu's case, gloominess isn't the problem...

But here he is anyway, (in)apropriately dressed, playing a dangerous balancing act between getting drunk off his ass and playing the part of cool, mysterious loner. At least it's really easy to stick to the shadows when you're actually really shy and nervous around groups of strangers. Not that the Sunglassed Wanderer is that kind of loser or anything!! Just. Just saying. For no reason.

So he's leaning against a wall, pouting sulking frowning like the cool and aloof guy he is, until he notices the tiny creepy puppet raise a cup to him. Whoa! Robot slaves! Nice!]

Heh. Don't mind if I do.

[He's going to... try to take the cup. He can't tell it's empty with his shades on, okay.]

[akazonae]

[ Here he is. Here is the boy. In a likely fashion, this Yukimura spends the first better half of the party attached to Oyakata-sama at the hip, or following Sasuke around in a vain attempt to help “assist” him with his duties, only to be shooed away after several disastrous, hilarious attempts. Because despite his own clumsy footing, he really means well – it just doesn't translate over as well.

[ a ] But at some point, he does retract away from his dadlord and walks around and about the compound. Doing his part in greeting people, maintaining diplomatic airs (whatever that means) and being painfully polite as he can be to all the guests until he works himself up an appetite and just... engorges his plate with numerous sweets. It's almost embarrassing to see how much is toppled on his plate and how much of it held solid actual food as opposed to sweets and various confectioneries on the other side. But was this not a party? Is he expected not to live it up? He thought so. So, just for that, he'll use and say anything to justify his excuses if and when asked. Also, don't look at him like that. You're standing at the assortment line too after all.

[ b ] It's inevitable but property damage? It's a massive thing here in Sengoku Jidai, especially in the Takeda household since that's where most of Sasuke's raises the budget goes and it's considered a common everyday routine. The staff at Kai don't even bat an eye towards Shingen's unorthodox methods of instilling his wisdom into his hard-headed general's head anymore. However, outside Kai borders, the reactions have always varied far and wide and it's proven no exception here when he's engaged in a screaming match with his Lordship and is sent out careening headfirst from the audience chamber out to wherever your unsuspecting character is standing as a result. Soon enough, you'll learn this golden rule about Sengoku Jidai. It runs on two speeds: fast and dramatic.

[ c ] If it wasn't news to anyone before, let it be told now: this Yukimura was not a fan of the cold weather. Period. Such becomes as apparent when he's seen huddling dangerously close to the bonfire constructed outside, for the sake of getting a good view of the fireworks display going on around and above the castle grounds. While anyone with some damn sense might have been able to find a way to do so inside, he stubbornly refuses himself the comfort and is looking something almost as pitiful like a kicked puppy but!!! Fireworks!!! How could one resist such a sight, especially when the Date Clan brought their best pyrotechnicians from Ōshu? ]

a Grand Theft Dango!

[sixcoinsshort]

[ There's a tiny shadow who has just nabbed himself a whole plate of dango... not just taking a plate full of dango, mind you. He's grabbed the whole serving tray, and he's trying to make a break for it before any of the adults stop him. And he's fast too. He's a pre-teen on a mission!

But... little Sasuke doesn't realize that he's also stealing the treats from his master... just a few years older and a name change. ]

[lucenumbra]

[ So. Time traveling through portals and ending up in different dimensions entirely? Not exactly a foreign concept for Bayonetta here. Honestly, she's been here and done that so many times, she still gripes to this day about not being able to collect frequent flyer miles but that's neither here not there. What is very much apparent is the festivities and after a honest hard day's work poofing the divine harbingers of Paradiso, she figured she could use a little break at someone else's expense because why not?

[ a ] In less than an hour, Bayonetta can easily be found in the hearth of the audience chamber, leisurely puffing away at her kiseru while being surrounded by women varying from all different ages and classes. Some women native to this time period, others not. Some happened to be guests, while others were actually made up of the staff here. It didn't matter here. Sure enough, the Umbra Witch made the chamber a safe haven for women to carry on their conversations without having to worry too much about outside opinions and persecution from the male population. Predominantly owning and declaring the said audience chamber as her space, she'd dedicate her idle time involving herself in conversations between all the girls, and opened the door to answering any questions they had in mind to ask her or any other girl in the group.

Honestly, there's no such thing as taboo when it comes to Bayonetta. She's seen it all, heard it all and practically lived it to some degree. So, why not impart some her wisdom to anyone who wanted it? Go on ahead: ask her for self-defense tips, how to handle pesky relatives, relationship advice, fashion consultation, how to build up self-confidence, tips on how to usurp dominance from your man in and out of bed, murdering angels for a living – okay, maybe not the last one but still!! It's a free-for-all and it's a special beginning to form sisterly bonds with ladies outside respective canons realities.

Though, let it be foretold to any males thinking of walking over or approaching her little group with any intent gong farther than offering to refill their refreshments, best believe they're getting the boot and flown right over the castle gates, no matter what who they are or what ranking they stand on. Go on, ask the tricksters loitering outside the gates how many men she sent out there. She'll wait.

[ b ] Very much so a being of motion, Bayonetta didn't like to stay in one place for too long. She left the audience chamber with lingering satisfaction that she was able to help bridge connections between the girls, but for all her charity, she too needed an outlet and didn't think it was appropriate to trouble them with her concerns when she could efficiently do so by instigating fights here and there. There was enough room for sparring after all, and with the entire male ratio being out and about, why not take advantage of their tempers while she was at it? Seemed easy enough to start when she caught two men going back and forth with one another.

About what, she didn't really care but the maneuver seemed easy enough and offered her some entertainment to watch the men strain themselves by lifting the weapons she picked out for them. As far as anyone knows, she's just an eccentric magic woman whose stands freakishly tall at six feet and has the ability to pull bizarre weapons out of her hair. It's enough to cause a stir and while she happens to be the only one aware of the risks lending out her possessed devil arms, she's not so cruel of a mistress to leave them unsupervised either.

[ c ] There was something wrong with this picture. Very wrong, and Bayonetta is... not exactly sure what lures her into situations like these. Honestly, she just came out here to have a good time and a laugh at the expense of someone else, not to be saddled with some overly-emotional 8 year-old with separation anxiety, clinging tightly to her chest. Part of her wants to fling this child off her chest and throw him straight into the deep depths of Inferno for crying up a storm about losing his ninja friend. But somehow, by the grace of God... he fell asleep and she's admittedly... worried to move? Which, fine whatever, she surmises she can manage on her own and goes as far as to pour herself a drink with her free arm, only to freeze when he stirs in her arms and whimpers in his sleep again. A telltale sign he's likely to wake up crying again and to avoid the waterworks again, she rocks him and does the next best thing: she sings to him back to sleep in a low whisper. The very same thing she did to Cereza, only this time it wasn't her past self and it seemed to work until she reached for her bottle again and sighed when he stirred again. Someone save her. ]

C

[alloutoflove]

[ Assuming that this is a Chisa post-games and all, she has some experience with her own children at this point. And even if not -- even with the memory of what she'd done to children during years of Despair -- she finds herself instinctively drawn to the sound of a child crying.

For the most part, she's a girl who likes mingling with all-comers, so she'd dropped in briefly in the audience chamber to say hellos and chat, but she'd also drifted away from it before too long. It's not that she doesn't approve of a space for women only to talk! But she likes to talk to everyone, and so she'd taken her leave.

It is a surprise, though, to see that statuesque woman holding onto a child like that, and Chisa finds herself actually approaching now, more focused on the scene as a whole image and not (yet) two individuals. ]

Ahh... he's a little young to be here, isn't he...?

[ It's possible he's of the same caliber as the elementary division of Hope's Peak, but also, possibly not. ]

[ooeshii]

[Did someone say alcohol and feasting?! A party like this could attract the wrong kind of attention all too easily.

The ornately dressed, though quite small, girl sitting at this long table surrounded by food and sake might look human at first glance, but, let's face it—probably only if you're already drunk. There's nothing subtle about those long horns coming out of her forehead, or those demonic claws. Instead of tearing any viscera with them, though, she's instead shoveling down quite a pile of . . . konpeito, at the moment, but this is only one stop on the neverending feast train. And if the black hole sucking down all the food and alcohol isn't attention-grabbing, the periodic cackling and ringing out voice probably is:]

Hahaha! Ahhh, it's tasty . . . keep it coming, and maybe I won't torch this party to the ground when I'm finished with it! Mmmffhgh!

[There was probably more to that threat that got cut off by that meat bun she just stuffed in.

Even she can get full, though, not to mention drunk, so you might catch her flopped around in a better mood later in the evening. She's taking a break, but refusing to be budged from where she's lying, which is right in the way of whatever you need.]

Hands off! I'm not dooooone.

[alloutoflove]

Ueeeeeeee...

[ Listen, Chisa has seen a lot of Big Appetites in her time, both as a student and as a teacher as Hope's Peak, and this is still pretty impressive even by her standards. It's probably at the tail end of Ibaraki's food rampage, so she's probably not quite as distracted by food as she'd be at the start of it.

And of course Chisa is dressed cutely for tonight. What do you take her for?

Though she's not quite ladylike in her tone as she mutters. ]

You're gonna make yourself sick that way...

[belomancy]

a. warring gal
[ Tsuruhime had only raised her eyebrow when she finished reading through the letter. Her? Attending a party at one of the busiest times of the year? She has to manage the shrine at this time of year. There's just no time for partying during the New Year's Eve when she has to reflect the year and wish for luck from the sea gods. Not to mention helping out the people who make long journeys to the temple to seek guidance. There's too much to do! So much to do! No time for silly parties.

Sadly, she finds herself in the party anyways, no weapons or armor, just Tsuruhime in her regular miko attire.

There's guests occasionally leering at her or looking at her strangely as she explores around the household. She's pretty sure that she occasionally catches a sight of a girl identical to her at that. However, her eyes focus more on the clumsy dancing and people drinking merrily, she's really out of her element in this case. Nonetheless, the Oracle is determined to go home, this is definitely not the time for her to be out and about. Tsuruhime walks up to nearest person she finds approachable. ]

Excuse me, hello! Do you happen to know any boats setting off to the Inland Sea. I'm sort of in a big hurry?

[ Or, you might find her later that night. A little huffy and nursing some water, but maybe occasionally peering her eyes at the party with more curiosity. She's starting to shiver a little, which isn't really surprising when she arrived in the Takeda grounds with only the clothes on her back. ]

b. modern gal
[ At the other end of the room is a similar looking girl as the lost priestess, but unlike her, the mirror image seems to be taking the sight of a party just fine and even sporting an flashy hakama. If anything, her charm is at 100% as she entertain fellow visitors with her cards and her fortune telling. It does seem a little too much as some of these men seem like to think tarots as a rarity when it's just a regular thing she really excels at than most people back at home. Whatever weird thing the teachers are pulling right now, she's just going to make most of it before giving whoever did it a piece of her mind once it's over. Hey, it's not often she gets to wear such a pretty clothes!

It is kinda weird that she's in some kind of samurai period. She wouldn't know which, she spends her time spacing out in history class, sadly.

She looks up after she finishes reading a fellow guest's fortune, looking around the crowd around her. ]

Okay! Who wants to get their fortune read next? I'm good with relationships, work troubles or checking your luck. All kinds of topic is pretty open ★

[ Except for the gross ones. She's also pretty happy to hear love gossips if you wanna talk to her about your troubles. You can also find her dancing to the songs at night and making up her own silly little routine. It's fine, everyone's either drunk or enamoured, there's no critics here. ]

B

[standingonmyneck]

[...Oh what the hell. Why not? It's not like she wasn't a victim to the ways of the magic lands. It's not like she was superstitious now or anything. But Daria knew now not to play with the forces of luck or what have and take it for granted. She suffered for that before...but taking it at face value directly helped her meet one of her closest friends.

If this were Lawndale, she'd certainly scoff at it. But here? Maaaaaybe just a peek.

You'll only live once, she hoped. Enter: small nerdy looking woman.]

All topics, huh?

[taciturntwilight]

[Why is there another present day student here? Is he even here? One glance at Kotaro, and he vanishes in a blur of black feathers. He's not a people person nor a party person.]

[synastries]

[ Funny how their threads are right next to each other.

Whoever's up next in her fortune telling is completely ignored as she unexpectedly abandons her cards. Her eyes caught it a brief second, but she definitely caught a brief glance of a familiar silhouette and the very much familiar feathers that follow right after. It may be in vain, but she yells as she looks left and right for her crush; ]

Winged of Twilight, you're here!? Please come back!

[ Please? She hopes that the New Years God blesses her and lets her dance with him again. ]

[lovenpeace]

[When there’s a party, there is cheer. Where there is cheer, there is joy and laughter. Where there is happiness, there’s love. And when there is love, it just summons a shitty, mooching hippie world-wise vagabond student. Chaotic mess? NO! Tis is only PEACE AND LOVE.

Keiji will be found practically just about anywhere and everywhere- at the tables stocking up on food, chatting it up with some girls, trying to get a couple of drinks, doing a couple of double-takes because there might have been someone who looked just like him pass by (no way though, it’s totally just his imagination, right...), narrowly avoiding being trampled over by some of the fighting going on...hell, he’s basically immersing himself in the atmosphere.

He’s not alone, of course. When there’s a hippie, there is also a certain little monkey; Yumekichi will be hanging on Keiji’s shoulder most of the night, though at other times, he’ll be bouncing around and swiping away some treats off people’s hands.

And if he sees anyone who’s from his school or looks like they are and seem really accurately dressed for the occasion? Heads up, he’s coming your way with a big smile and a wave!]

Yo- !!

[compulsories]

If it isn't the slacker.

[ Arms folded and said with a sigh, but it's all done with good-natured ribbing. To most of his peers, he's either a leader or a tyrant but with Keiji? He's just Hideyoshi, just another normalish, giant teenager. Student council duties had been his priority that admittedly he has been kind of a dick who hasn't hang out with his friends outside of the secret afterschool club. And it isn't like he could have told him he was burrowing underground with Hanbei.

He reaches out to fist bump both Keiji and Yumekichi. ]

Should've known you'd be here than anywhere near a classroom.

[nobunada]

[ ... No. It's not even worth his effort to step in and turn this party upside down with his brand of grand fuckery. As soon as he arrives, he turns around and just leaves. ]

[vengaboy]

[HOW MANY TIMES DO WE HAVE TO TEACH YOU THIS LESSON, OLD MAN]

[shutheckup]

[Bright and noisy parties were...not a thing this kid was used to, much less even know what they were. He didn’t understand when getting the invitation, and he still hasn’t when he followed them inside, albeit with nothing but his bandaged self as well as the grimy and blood-stained (don’t worry, it’s dried out! mostly) clothes on his back and a small kitchen knife at his side. Had it not been for his growling stomach and the desperate need to survive, he may have well gone back.

For part of the night, Isaac sticks to the corner and keeps to himself as he watches everything and everyone with a hardened stare; occasionally he strays away, if only to scrounge for any morsels that may have dropped before returning to his spot. When it’s not enough, he’ll later sneak to the kitchen to see if there’s some pile of trash to search through.

Eventually, the cold and tiredness does get to him. When he thinks no one is looking, he absconds with some rando’s coat and makes a run for it, searching for a room this weird place where he can shut himself away from the others.]

[standingonmyneck]

[There was a limit of people she could stand to stomach. As much as Daria was actually willing to socialize tonight, she was way too introverted to do it long. Imagine that, the anti-social person getting tired of being social. Unbelievable. So she picked a room in the place, after searching for some food the party provided. Anything that was recognizable anyway. She grabbed a various about of steamed buns. Sweet and savory. They were easy staples back in Koriko. Cheap to buy and real tasty.

At least she didn’t have to think about the reality of the situation on an empty stomach.

That was when the boy would run into the room. Cue the shock, and the drop of a pork bun.]

[mancub]

[ See Benmaru. See Benmaru walk and wander around banquet, in search for a certain someone despite being told to stay put in one place and one place only by that someone. W E L P.

[ a ] Normally, he would have been a good boy and obeyed, but he could only ignore his stomach grumbling for so long, and after seeing someone walk by with dango in hand? Sorry, Sasuke. This tiger cub's gotta eat and the more he sees people walking around with his favorite sweets, the more he worries they'll be gone before he has the chance to devour them all eat one! Soooo... he does the rational thing all seven-year-olds do and just... straight up steals a whole plate of hanami dango and absconders off to a vacant clearing and eats them all one by one. Plate on lap and all. Gluttonous little puppy.

[ b ] Somewhere not so far off in the main crowd, Benmaru can be found in one of the common rooms by now. Belly-down, sprawled over sheets of paper filled with drawings and colored doodles of people from the party that caught his interest from his early wandering. It's clear he's been at this for a while now and shows no sign of stopping until his stash of "magic wands" were used up and near obsolete. Honestly, outside of a plate of scavenged dango and an accompanying cup of tea next to him, this kid is set for the next 3-4 hours and far too immersed into his artist skillz drawings to notice your very existence. ]

because this party needed more Masamune

[dragonhunters]

[He wishes he could take credit for this party, but really, good job alternate self. Good job indeed. Of course, that's not going to stop Musoumune from accepting anything meant for Lord Date in any sense, sure tell him how great he is.

Rather than play anything he's mostly here to listen and watch, but he highly approves of drums, flutes, whoever, whatever. He's here to eat and drink. He's here just to see how the other half lives. Give him whatever I don't have prompts it's just another Masamune with a much more shrill voice and a lot less Engrish.]

party rock is in fact in the house tonight

[vengaboy]

[There sure are a lot of punks in eyepatches here tonight.

WAIT.

He knows this one!! ...Like, more than he knows any other alternate selves!]

Haha! Well, well. Now here's someone who looks like he knows how to have a good time. [WINK. Or maybe it was just a regular blink.] You come to crash my party or to liven it up?

[Like there's even a difference with them.]