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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[synastries]

[ Hey you know

If this all fails



She already has an idea who to blame this

Just so you know ]

[brosokabe]

[ ... bruh ]

[synastries]

[ No yeah, it's definitely the fault of a certain delinquent. Later in the night, after all that misunderstanding with Sasuke clears up, she marches up towards him ready to tear him a new one. ]

Look what you and your gang have done!

[brosokabe]

[Listen listen Linda He's just trying to have a good time here and keep to himself and his improv clique. Why are you doing this to him, his night was actually starting to look promising without you on his shadow [

'm sorry, what?

[synastries]

[ Too bad, she's stepping on his shadow and he's not allowed to go anywhere until she's done scolding him. Also gods Motochika, are you underage drinking. Why. ]

You heard me! He- he ran off because you scared him with your drunken yelling.

[brosokabe]

[ What are you? Some kind of shadowmancer Whatever!! This Motochika refuses to be phased! ]

Are you sure it was me and not your over-theatric monologue that tipped him off?

[ How many times must he go over this with you? You have this scary effect, Tsuruhime. Need he say any more? ]

Because lesbehonest... I'd run from you if y'were screamin' at me like that too.

[synastries]

[ There's a lump in her throat and her eyes feel like they're burning, but focuses on nothing but the boiling sensation in her chest. She's not sad, and she's here to prove a point!! ]

I wasn't screaming! And- and he was just shy, which you and your crew scared him off b-by yelling all those stupid things at him. He didn't like the attention, and I wasn't screaming!

[ However, she probably is now though she hasn't realize her volume or the cracks in her voice. ]

[brosokabe]

[ He might be a bit under the influence but even with the buzz he was sporting (holy shit, he does not remember being this light-headed after a few rounds) it doesn't help he's also in the mood to be a little mean and that he's consciously aware of that. In fact, her targetting him gives him the perfect excuse and he doesn't really register the added gloss in Tsuruhime's eyes since he's all too focused on her lips moving and barking at him over something that didn't even matter. Kotaro would be leaving next year and he'd long forget all about her! Why was she even sweating him when the end of his year was quickly approaching!]

Shy? Ever try to put it together that maybe he doesn't like your attention or you in general? I've never seen him run off as fast away from Kasuga or Itsuki like he does with you.

[ Did he mean a little? Sorry, he meant a lot. He's even laughing now. ]

Actually, come to think of it, isn't it about time you stop pinning the blame on others and just accept the facts already? He's just not that into you or in ya little bitties.

[synastries]

[ She clenches her fist until she could her nails digging into her skin. Moments like this she immediately remembers the people back in Omishima. None of the her priests liked seeing her cry, they would always gently guide her to either direct the stinging pain in her heart as happiness or anger. Keep moving forward and put those emotions to constructive use, direct that anger to someone who deserved it.

Does he really deserve it? ]

You're wrong! Wrong! Wrong! He saved me before and we danced together during the Sport's Festival, unlike you he isn't some- some- stupid asshole who likes to talk about girls in a vulgar way. He's a sweet, and thoughtful, and gentle and, and you'll never be like him-- you'll never be a girl's prince! Stop trying to make me angry!

[ She's still have a year, she'll confess to the nicest boy in school before he graduates. Until then, she'll keep moving forward, she refuses to back down especially in front of a bully like him. ]

[brosokabe]

Tch... is that right?

[ his mouth twists into something barbed and wiry when she tells him off again. short of pointing her finger in his face, he could spot the blockade of anger hiding behind her eyes, the steadfast defiance preventing her from crying in front of him, in front of everyone at this place. but even when she gave him the opening of clutching onto her denial, he also doesn't expect her to land a blow as well. ]

Who even says I want to be some girl's prince? Sounds like a headache if you ask me, especially if it's to some brat who can't get a hint when someone is trying to desperately avoid her. I'm shocked he didn't put a restraining order on you yet.

[synastries]

[ All she could feel is fury coursing through veins, molting lava filling her lungs and stealing her ability to breath. She knows what she just said is wrong, knows that everyone feels love and deserved to be loved, but she can't stop the desire to hurt him. She wants him to be as upset as she is, let him know that her fury is not to be mess with. That she's beyond upset.

Tsuruhime's hand suddenly move on its own, and slapped Motochika across the face. ]

[brosokabe]

[ for someone as dainty and small as tsuruhime... he was not expecting that slap to have such a strong impact. he knew the slap was coming and to be fair... he deserved that but damn girl. it was a long time coming considering how much and what was said to tsuruhime, but that didn't mean he'd have to stand there and take it quietly either. ]

Tch... you call that a slap? I've babysat kids that packed harder punches than that.

[synastries]

Be quiet! Just.... be quiet already!

[ Her hand is shaking but she goes for another strike. The second slap is a lot weaker than the one before, her anger slipping away as guilt slowly creeps its way in. She's not sure how long she could keep this up. ]

What is it going to take for you to stop being such a big jerk!