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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!
hey, uh, what the fuck. where is the kojunyan suki suki sticker?
...and then...the portrait comes out...and he squats to just stare at his counterpart in absolute bewilderment for about 100000 different reasons.]
...I like the helmet. You looking for your boss, then? [He's just tipsy enough that he's not going to completely lose his shit so much as numbly accept that this is his life right now, that there is a small bakeneko holding up a portrait of a Masamune bakeneko, he thinks, and that helmet, holy shit he's so thankful he's not more sober or drunk, really.] ...I haven't seen him, but we can look together, if you'd like. I'm sure that he's lonely without his Right Eye, too.
[WHICH BITCH IS PRANKING HIM RIGHT NOW HE'S SO TIRED]
you can't just reveal my secret weapon out in the open like that
So yeah, maybe he's lonely but he also needs to stay by Masamune's side. The (really) tall person is right though; maybe the One Eyed Dragon is lonely without him, too.
He lets out a sad mewl, he can't talk back but he hopes his voice and eyes convey enough that you, really tall person, you get me. You really get me. ]
THATS THE ONLY GOOD ONE IN THE PACK because i cant read the rest tbh
I do not wish to insult you, naturally. But I fear for your safety; will you let me hold you higher so we can both keep a better watch for him, or would you rather stay on the ground and watch from there? At any rate, I'll still help you look; you don't have to worry. [He nods in turn and proffers a fist for a fistbump of Right Eye solidarity, no matter Kojunyan's answer.]
...We have to show him your artwork, too. He'll love it, because you did it.
are you questioning kojunyan's penmanship (because yea, same)
Someone else already has carried him earlier tonight, it's not he doesn't trust Kojuro, but Kojunyan's a little guarded because he can't let everyone carry him. There might be people wanting take advantage of his current weakness and all. He doesn't retract his paw, instead it rests on top of Kojuro's fist while his free paw motions the direction ahead of them.
Lead the way then, let's find his Masamune. ]
please. please. i just cant fucking read.
...Clearing his throat helps somewhat, though. And Kojuro absolutely recognises that resolve, somehow. That determination to do things on his own terms, even if he must ask for help. So he nods, free hand gently cupping Kojunyan's paw, before he pulls back and gets to his feet again.]
I understand completely. [This is bullshit, but he's not questioning it anymore.] And I am certain that there will be no difficulty finding your Hittou. I think the kitchens will be a smart starting point, if that is alright with you? [Though he doesn't wait for affirmation; surely they can read each other's hearts and understand the feeling of needing their Masamunes. And, fuckin uhhhh,,,,,,,, cats like food? RIGHT? IT'S LOGIC BABEY.]