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

[standingonmyneck]

...Why doesn't that surprise me?

[In some kind of time and space continuum, Daria would've known about this guy. Maybe a Daria did. This Daria lived through three fantasy land scenarios and a little bit of college.]

The grass is always greener, or more crusty, brown, and dried up. That's one way to survive high school.

[As nonchalant as her remark was, there was a hint of sympathy there. Because High School was Yikes. But that was more Yikes than her experience, even though she was used to hearing all kinds of different stories.]

[shinbunshinobi]

[ Earlier, he might have been confused about that, but as he's met different versions of the "same" person, it would be less of a shock. Besides, they hadn't actually met. ]

Next time, they need to give out armor during orientation, or maybe hard hats and construction tools would be more appropriate now.

[ Basara Academy is (was?) their school. If anyone was to help it rise from the rubble, it'd be the student body... speaking of which. The school year is still early if they were just finally electing the student body president. Damn, they may have to repeat a year if they don't get things up and running again. ]

[standingonmyneck]

[She fully turned to him, looked him dead in the eye.]

So. If I were to believe your crazy stories about your hellhole of a high school, that would mean you'd even get to beat Lawndale High. But I need to hear your submission first.

[Look dude, now that you got this introverted person interested...she's willing to hear you out. Her sanity for yours.]

[shinbunshinobi]

[ He pulls out his phone and starts going through the photos he's taken. ]

Let's start with this bit of evidence. A picture's worth a thousand words, right?

[ He hands her his phone which now shows a multi-story building reduced to rubble with parts of what looked like a wooden warship scattered about. ]

[standingonmyneck]

[Of all of the things she expected to see, this was not one. While Daria wasn't calling bluff per say, you don't say that nonsense without some pictures. That's just logical. She wanted to see some damn destruction.

Thankfully also, that she knew of smartphones by this point. Thanks Progress City, there wasn't a lot good about you but that was one.]

Or a few very big ones.

[Which was what she had now. She looked at the rubble...the destruction was...wow. Daria slow blinked.]

Did the medieval festival get a bit too hairy on the mutton chops?

[shinbunshinobi]

Did medieval ships fly in the air? This was an aerial attack.

[ Although, it was confusing who the enemy was. There was the headmaster and that other school attack them and their school grounds. ]

But I guess it does look like that. I'm not even sure how a warship is supposed to promote love.

[ That whole day ended up very confusing. When did Sasuke ever think the entire school would be united for a single cause? ]

[standingonmyneck]

Promote what?

[Another blink of some kind of weird astonishment before looking back at the picture. Cannons, a warship, explosion. A cock of the brow.]

Whatever kind of love this guy wanted to give, it belongs somewhere where there aren't any hormonal minors around. Somewhere off this planet you're from. From anything really.

[She looked to him.]

Masochistic toxic relationship, really.

[shinbunshinobi]

That's what he was saying, and we couldn't get rid of him fast enough. Except for two of our classmates who actually welcomed the guy.

[ Traitors and very confusing people. Why would anyone want to follow Xavi? ... Then again, the headmaster was a devil of his own, so there's not much room to talk. ]

No one's really gotten back to us on what happens next with our education. I feel more for the third years. They kinda need this to get into college, you know?