hotsteamynights | 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 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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I was there to simply complement you; I find that's far easier with someone you've spent at least some decent time with, don't you?

[Hang the fuck on there, pal. Momjuro doesn't mess about when it comes to feeding scrawny shinobi, and he's already pulling something lacquered out of the front of his yukata and offers it without quite making eye contact.

It smells vaguely of-- well yeah, it's zundamochi. Of course it is. He can't help himself, even when he knows that Sasuke would probably prefer something a touch lighter.]

My skills do not lie in music, Sarutobi. Far from it. Where I truly excel is in ensuring that unruly young men eat properly; that you doubt me there wounds me.

... How long have you been keeping that in your yukata?

[ What is with this zundamochi? Why does this have to be a thing? How long have you been planning to feed him food to be carrying around a container of food? Sasuke narrows his eyes suspiciously. He takes the box, however. It's too much of a hassle to fight Kojuro on this. (He learned!) ]

Not overly long; it should be cool still, though you'll want to take it before I warm it up too much and make it go too soft.

[He brandishes the nurimono with a knowing smirk, before getting comfortable proper. It's been a while, okay. Let him enjoy the view and relative quiet for a minute.]

...Sarutobi, have I ever told you about the youth I once was? [Oh no. Oh no. He's gonna try to continue bonding. Oh no.]

Not really. You were more concerned with a different youth.

[ He opens the box and starts to nibble at the zundamochi. It's sweeter than he'd prefer, and honestly, if it wasn't so sweet, he wouldn't have as much of an issue with it. He eats mochi occasionally. He eats edamame, but there's just something about them together that's unappetizing. (It has more to do with Masamune than the actual dish.)

However, Sasuke gives Kojuro the benefit of not voicing any of these thoughts and will humor him with listening to story time ]

Mm, fair point. I'll spare you the long and short of it and say that I was an absolute bastard. The worst fucker out, starting fights and causing trouble and ignoring every order I was given. I just thought...That it was interesting, that we should come to know each other.

Contrast and parallel. Almost artistic. [His eyes flick to the zundamochi, gauging Sasuke's bites, and-- well. Okay, okay. Both hands up in the air in sound defeat.] Shall I climb back down and get you something else, all the same? My pride clearly missed the mark on your tastebuds.

[ And just like that, story time is over. Sasuke waits for an elaboration, and when none comes, he feels disappointed. Oh no, he's not about to let Kojuro climb back down to try and find him more food. ]

... That's it? You were a hot headed kid, end of story? What exactly was your point for telling me that?

[ Give him the details, Kojuro! ]

YEAR OF THE TIGERDRAGON

starhue did them all a world of good even if i goofed. pours one out for bonten farm

Shush, it's fine. Bonten Farm continues to live on in our hearts

pours one out on the ground for Bontenako farm, it was the best

Had the best pickles protected by a good boy

the best boy ever, we stan mr tori

Even when he flies around town screaming like Oyakata-sama