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!

Comments

[dragonhunters]

[all Kojuros in all universes really are the same. Just his mannerisms and speech is strangely reassuring. Musoumune is more green than blue, though, even with the proper flamboyance and gold bling]

Ah, you can tell, huh? Of course, how could you not? Astute as ever. Except you don't seem to need glasses.

[that's right his Kojuru has the megane thing down]

[righteyed]

Even if I could not tell soon as hear you...The eyepatch might give it away. Or your kabuto, perhaps? But any Katakura worth his salt would know when he looks upon his lord, even without these things.

[Cue a faint but sincerely warm smile as he bows his head a touch.] Though you are correct; I do not yet require glasses, which means that your Kojuro does...I suppose it is interesting in its own way, to think how we would differ in turn.

...May I touch you? [Just the face. Just to map it out more. No homo, man; he's not assuming shit about anyone else's relationships.]

[dragonhunters]

[yeah, as much as he wants to be dressed down, the helm is always there and it's sort of obvious. but damn, the similarities. What a good party this is, that he can be here for this.]

Touch...? I mean, I guess, if you really want.

[strange face or not it's Kojuro! He gets special dispensation]

[righteyed]

Thank you for humouring me as always.

[Gotta dust his hands off first before touching a Masamune, but once he's satisfied that they're clean enough, Kojuro reaches over with both hands to gently cup those baby cheeks. The pads of both thumbs brush over Masamune's cheekbones, then up to his eyebrows under kabuto and over eyepatch; one slides down the bridge of his nose, before his jawline is mapped out carefully and with far too much intensity in Kojuro's eyes.

He will never forget any Masamune. There is some difference, a gentle roundness not quite present in his Masamune's, one's jaw more pointed, perhaps? But his work's been done, so he pulls his hands back and bows once more.]

Shall I resume playing for you, my lord? Or would you prefer that I fetch you something to eat and drink? You are going to enjoy this party too, while I live and breathe.

[dragonhunters]

[the sheer intimacy of his touch has Masamune actually blushing across his cheekbones, as if some part of him wishes his Kojuro would be so forward. This one is so much brawnier, more like Keiji, but hey, he could have that too if he wanted. Whew, is it hot in here? He's still sort of reeling even after Katakura sits back]

...huh? Oh, ah. Play for me, would you? I'd like that.

[righteyed]

[It's hard not to assume some basic intimacy when you've essentially raised someone, grown alongside them and used them as your driving force. ...Right? What he's just done doesn't register as 'forward' to Kojuro, purely because it's between him and Masamune. If he's had to wipe snot from Bontenmaru's nose, then he can touch Masamune's face a little.

Though...He does notice the blush, eyebrows raising just a touch and mouth twisting a little in response. Had it somehow been too much to assume? Hm...

Well, he's been given the order, anyway. There's no point in mulling over what some other Kojuro might or might not be like when this one is only himself.] Of course, my lord. If you want for anything, please let this Kojuro know, however. [Another smile, expression easing into quiet warmth, before he puts Shiokaze back to his lips, closes his eyes, and begins playing once more.]

[dragonhunters]

[don't worry Kojuro, he's just had a very long and hard time dealing with demons and only having his faithful retainer to rely on. He's needed some decent human interaction like burning. So when he sits back to listen, it's with a small smile. Yes, this is right. This is how life should be. And no matter the world, Kojuro is a stellar flautist. He'll take it.]