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hotsteamynights2018-12-19 08:03 pm
vengaboy) wrote in hotsteamynights2018-12-19 08:03 pm
YEAR OF THE TIGERDRAGON
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 waskinda, 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!
Where is this?! When is this?! Welcome to Japan as it was
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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At least this tall lady gets it. Kojunyan gives the most solemn nod to her before holding his paw out to get the paper back. With careful (shaky) pen maship, he writes Ma5amun e just above the drawing. Do you know him, miss tall lady? ]
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[ At least she knows who he is. History was not exactly her strong point in school. ]
Mm, I haven't seen any other cats here, but... I could help you look! If you wanted.
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Kojunyan nods twice and motions her to lead the way. ]
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There's only room for only one ridiculous one-eyed swordsman in her heart, after all.
But she remains crouching for just a moment longer. ]
Do you think it'd be easier if I carried you? You'd be able to see over more of the crowd that way.
[ Also she just wants to be able to hold a cat... ]
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Kojunyan pauses and consider his options; it's a little embarrassing to be carried around like that but so far it's been difficult to find his lord without extra help.
It takes awhile, but Kojunyan hesitantly nods. He'll allow it, but only because it's an emergency. ]
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[ She very gently scoops him up. Not cradling style (as much as she wants to because look at how cute this serious kitty face is!!), but so that he can set his little paws on her shoulder and look behind her as she walks. It's unfortunate, maybe, that she's not the tallest person at this shindig by far, but at least she is taller than a little cat.
What if there is a one-eyed kitty floating around here? Maybe he'll let her pet him, if she has his friend with her?! Happy holidays to Chisa!! ]
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As much as he's still embarrassed how weak he seems, it certainly is a lot better now that he can see the party in a better spot. He keeps his eyes peeled for any dramatic cat, because you never really know with his lord. He could be holding 3 pieces of pocky sticks on each hand for all he knows. ]
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Chisa, for her part, musters a deep and vast amount of willpower to not pet the kitty. She wants to! She wants to soooo badly! But she's had years of adapting to not giving in to what she wants, and even after the other years where she indulged in all of her most horrible whims, that earlier training is what wins out.
So for now, she's just looking for any other cats at all. You know. Just in case there are other cats that would not mind having their little ears scritched or their tiny paws squished or their small faces smushed-- ]