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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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What kind of oni wouldn't know Japanese history? Of course I can tell. The food just helps! This is after the time I was alive. The humans sure are boisterous these days.
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They're boisterous all the time! It just depends on where you go.
[ While it's true enough that her best people are not wild party types, that doesn't extend to the rest of their class. Or her other class of students. ]
So does that mean our host is famous or something?
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[Once in a while, she can be the straight man. Ibaraki sighs, sounding older and more sober for a moment there.]
These are nothing less than the great stars of the Warring States! That over there is Date Masamune.
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[ She shrugs, keeping an eye on the pan as she starts to pour the first ladle of batter. The name does not have as much dramatic impact as it probably should, especially for a Japanese woman. ]
Hm? Ah, is that so? Good for him.
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[Or it could be the opposite. It's so hard to say with humans. But also, she's making crepes now, and Ibaraki's attention is instantly on that pan; she leans forward to get a good look.]
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[ She's a good discreet girl; she won't insult her friend's man in his own home. But listen, (not so) secretly, she thinks there's no way he could compete with her "great stars."
But the cooking is the part that's important. In spite of the less-than-ideal tools and setup, she's pretty deft in getting the first crepe out, laid neatly onto a plate so that she can start with the next one. ]
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Ahhh! Maybe you should just put them right in my mouth! But then I don't get the frosting! Ohhh, what do I do?!
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[ There goes another one. Oh no, oh no, what will she pick? ]
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[Even she knows it's not true, so it doesn't come out as a violent attack so much as a drunken wail of grief.]
I'll eat just one! That's right, I have to test them anyway! If I let you get away with making a dozen of them and they're all bad, I can't forgive either of us.
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[ Can you do it, Ibaraki? Can you eat just one single paper-thin crepe? For now, Chisa holds up the plate, smiling brightly. ]
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[She's not an idiot. Surprisingly. But then again, maybe she is, because even as she laments her actions, she takes them anyway. She manages to roll up just one crepe in her claws and stuff it into her mouth.
It's sooooooooo good!!]