[ have you encountered raikou on your journey throughout this strange academy? no you haven't. or if you did, it was more a blur of pink at most. perhaps understandably, everyone has their priorities given the whole "what the hell is this", but hopefully it's not actually hell!
considering everyone did sign up for this, didn't they? in a sense.
either way, raikou finds himself in his assigned dorm eventually and finds the target of his search his clothes, a katana. he's immediately taking it his hands, hmm this outfit isn't ideal for this huh? well, he'll hold it in his hand for now as he takes stock of what else is here. ]
...but there's still— [ he cuts himself off, whether because someone else has walked in or simply because. things to deal with later. for everyone who enters (or who was there already, sorry if he ignored you in his tunnel vision!, he offers a friendly wave.
[Okay, so, getting here? Kind of harrowing. Tsukasa was vibing well enough with the school, which is obviously a dream, because places like this don't exist in reality. But it's a decent enough dream. Shows are involved, so that's all he needs.
But.
The whole... boat thing... and spooky crypts? He's not about that life. So he's a little more frazzled than he was earlier.
... Sword............
... No, focus. It's probably just a very, very real-looking prop. Obviously.]
Ah, yes, hello! I... didn't expect the journey to our rooming situation to be so...
['In a sense' is doing so very much heavy lifting.
Unbothered by the sword, especially given that he isn't brandishing it about willy-nilly, Cantarella crosses purposefully towards the bunk with the parasol that, let's be completely honest, could only be hers.]
It's been a very long time since I shared my sleeping quarters. [And demographic was, well, a bit different. Even in dreams, her company has been much different than this. She turns, hand to her chest.]
[A katana... That kind of thing is against the law to own, Nishi's pretty sure, but he'll chalk that one up to the eccentricities of this place. Realistically, hell would have swords and guns and weapons the size of whole city blocks, wouldn't it? Right. Hell would be an endless battlefield.]
How did you manage to smuggle that thing in? I don't suppose it's for cutting vegetables.
[Weapons, weapons... Yeah. Maybe arming himself wouldn't be a bad idea if others here have weapons on them.]
I hope we've all been getting along well so far!! Because this morning, Tsukasa, as an early riser, is finding that letter relatively early, after he finishes getting cleaned up and put together for the day, and reads it curiously and guilelessly and then, whether everyone is awake or not:]
[ raikou's awake but still in the midst of his morning routine (not because it's longer but because he seems to be taking his time), just finishing plaiting his hair into a braid.
he blinks once at the very loud interruption, not having glanced at his own letter yet. ]
Oh? Do you need privacy? I'm almost done. [ the vigor of teen years... ]
[McDonald's! McDonald's! McDonald's! Hot springs! Hot springs! Hot springs!
Sure, they could debate how slyly revealing additional amenities the day after a trial and execution is a little... manipulative, but sometimes you just accept a blessing for what it is. Don't look a gift horse in the mouth.
The springs themselves are nearly worth the spilled blood. Snow-dusted trees and rocky outcrops frame the pools, inviting anyone brave enough to test the waters. And look! There's even a spring large enough for a whole car and all four passengers. How thoughtful of someone.]
Take care not to stay in the water too long. You might find yourself warped to another dimension.
[...Or more realistically, maybe you'll just pass out and dream of it.]
[ raikou is here! but he is not actually in the onsen proper. instead he's by the edge, feet dipped in and with a towel around his waist. normally he would indulge in a proper relaxing hot springs dip, but he has a few reasons not to right now.
the main one being his sword is right next to him, either in anticipation of gabicar's arrival or simply being proactive in his existence. two tattoos are easily visible consider his state of relative nondress, one on his right forearm and another on his left shoulder of a stylized lightning bolt. he's also without the excessive amount of bracelets he usually wears on his right arm, but he is sporting a singular gold flower earring on his right ear. ]
Has that happened to you before? [ his demeanor though is chipper as always. ]
[Oh? Watch duty on spa day? Raikou is, of course, free to help himself. Nishi is fully submerged in the water with every intention of just chilling for once. With Raikou on guard, there would be little point in doubling up on protective efforts, would there?
But old habits die hard. Nishi's position in the onsen gives him a wide view of the surrounding area, so if a car does come crashing in, he'll see it. Well, if he's paying attention, anyway.]
Once or twice!
[Translation: he's passed out in the bath once or twice and had a weirdly vivid dream in the process.]
But I'll try not to let that happen again. I have a feeling you might leave me here if I do, besides.
[By the time they're all able to reunite, there's no food service. Of course, Rose Quartz has no other choice available to them...they must head to the kitchen.
It's already looking to be a mess, but Cantarella can run a tight ship and is currently doing so, making sure that all ingredients are in an orderly line. Surely everyone can handle making their own pizza? It's simple, and the ingredients can be personalized, allowing each person to have their own say. And...it's good work, for hands that might want to be doing something else.
She's also sectioned off a small portion of her own to be cooked and seasoned later, waiting until everyone else has their meal.]
Now, nearly any Ragunesi of caliber will cease speaking with you should you ever say that Pizza Tropicale is anything but an abomination. But do make what you'd like, of course.
[So it's like a worse version of the pineapple on pizza debate, in short.
Cantarella seasons the small pot of sauce she has going, then turns to her much smaller individual portion. The reason for the separation might become clear when she dumps about three times the oregano into it.]
[He hears Cantarella's answer to Raikou's question and recoils a little internally, but maybe he's just uncultured. That is absolutely like pineapple on pizza: an affront to god.]
Raikou, is pizza a common foodstuffs where you come from?
[One can't help but wonder how long the kitchen will stay this orderly... but he won't be flicking dough at anyone who doesn't deserve it. Cooperation matters more now than ever— something to focus on besides trials and execution.
Char leans a shoulder against the wall, glass of whisky in hand, content to count this as his boy dinner unless someone presses him to eat for real. He's chilling!]
This is a thoughtful surprise. A good bonding activity, too— or was that the intention?
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considering everyone did sign up for this, didn't they? in a sense.
either way, raikou finds himself in his assigned dorm eventually and finds the target of his search
his clothes, a katana. he's immediately taking it his hands, hmm this outfit isn't ideal for this huh? well, he'll hold it in his hand for now as he takes stock of what else is here. ]...but there's still— [ he cuts himself off, whether because someone else has walked in or simply because. things to deal with later. for everyone who enters (or who was there already, sorry if he ignored you in his tunnel vision!, he offers a friendly wave.
with his non sword hand, don't worry. ]
Hey there, roomie.
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But.
The whole... boat thing... and spooky crypts? He's not about that life. So he's a little more frazzled than he was earlier.
... Sword............
... No, focus. It's probably just a very, very real-looking prop. Obviously.]
Ah, yes, hello! I... didn't expect the journey to our rooming situation to be so...
[... SO.......]
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raikou smiles. ]
Confusing? Arduous? Exciting? Inspiring? Terrifying? Amusing?
[ fill in your answer, he'll keep going- ]
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Unbothered by the sword, especially given that he isn't brandishing it about willy-nilly, Cantarella crosses purposefully towards the bunk with the parasol that, let's be completely honest, could only be hers.]
It's been a very long time since I shared my sleeping quarters. [And demographic was, well, a bit different. Even in dreams, her company has been much different than this. She turns, hand to her chest.]
How do you do?
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[ with a smile, of course.
you can trust him! ]
Not terribly. Yourself?
[ he could be better, but that can remain unsaid. ]
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this tag is so late bc i had to :gooflo: when i first read it
let's float together...
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How did you manage to smuggle that thing in? I don't suppose it's for cutting vegetables.
[Weapons, weapons... Yeah. Maybe arming himself wouldn't be a bad idea if others here have weapons on them.]
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[ swords are Serious Business. ]
Are you missing a weapon of your own, then? [ a question for a question. ]
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w1, monday
I hope we've all been getting along well so far!! Because this morning, Tsukasa, as an early riser, is finding that letter relatively early, after he finishes getting cleaned up and put together for the day, and reads it curiously and guilelessly and then, whether everyone is awake or not:]
I-i-intimacy?!
[Good morning.]
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he blinks once at the very loud interruption, not having glanced at his own letter yet. ]
Oh? Do you need privacy? I'm almost done. [ the vigor of teen years... ]
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Tsukasa blinks at him, for a moment not processing, and then he does and splutters. Louder.]
No!!! That's not--I'm talking about these letters!
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an actual tag but perhaps i'll leave the other one
[She's awake already, completely pulled together, and the paper has already been opened and refolded now that it's been read.
... Though she will soon find that her normal clothes don't really survive the scene changes across the campus, especially onto the main grounds.]
Does this seem inappropriate to discuss with me here? [hag]
please leave it
I-inappropriate? Which part? Why do you say that?
[Did he say something bad???
He's so Frazzled this morning.]
fine then i shall
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w2, monday
McDonald's! McDonald's! McDonald's!Hot springs! Hot springs! Hot springs!Sure, they could debate how slyly revealing additional amenities the day after a trial and execution is a little... manipulative, but sometimes you just accept a blessing for what it is. Don't look a gift horse in the mouth.
The springs themselves are nearly worth the spilled blood. Snow-dusted trees and rocky outcrops frame the pools, inviting anyone brave enough to test the waters. And look! There's even a spring large enough for a whole car and all four passengers. How thoughtful of someone.]
Take care not to stay in the water too long. You might find yourself warped to another dimension.
[...Or more realistically, maybe you'll just pass out and dream of it.]
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the main one being his sword is right next to him, either in anticipation of gabicar's arrival or simply being proactive in his existence. two tattoos are easily visible consider his state of relative nondress, one on his right forearm and another on his left shoulder of a stylized lightning bolt. he's also without the excessive amount of bracelets he usually wears on his right arm, but he is sporting a singular gold flower earring on his right ear. ]
Has that happened to you before? [ his demeanor though is chipper as always. ]
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You're not getting in? Aren't you cold?
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But old habits die hard. Nishi's position in the onsen gives him a wide view of the surrounding area, so if a car does come crashing in, he'll see it. Well, if he's paying attention, anyway.]
Once or twice!
[Translation: he's passed out in the bath once or twice and had a weirdly vivid dream in the process.]
But I'll try not to let that happen again. I have a feeling you might leave me here if I do, besides.
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Roommate bonding!!!
Also trying not to think about the fact that one of said dormmates was a murderer.
It's Fine! We're doing Fine!
Anyway he doesn't really hesitate to get into the hot springs, wearing only a gold flower earring on his left ear. Hm. Anyway.]
That--huh? What are you talking about?
[Why is Nishi like this.]
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[Do most people not make it a habit of seeing how long they can endure the heat before they can't take it anymore? Crazy thought.]
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w2, sunday, trauma kitchen
It's already looking to be a mess, but Cantarella can run a tight ship and is currently doing so, making sure that all ingredients are in an orderly line. Surely everyone can handle making their own pizza? It's simple, and the ingredients can be personalized, allowing each person to have their own say. And...it's good work, for hands that might want to be doing something else.
She's also sectioned off a small portion of her own to be cooked and seasoned later, waiting until everyone else has their meal.]
Now, nearly any Ragunesi of caliber will cease speaking with you should you ever say that Pizza Tropicale is anything but an abomination. But do make what you'd like, of course.
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What's Pizza Tropicale?
i keep mispelling ragunnesi because i think it looks weird with two ns, anyway,
They put jam and fruit on it.
[So it's like a worse version of the pineapple on pizza debate, in short.
Cantarella seasons the small pot of sauce she has going, then turns to her much smaller individual portion. The reason for the separation might become clear when she dumps about three times the oregano into it.]
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Raikou, is pizza a common foodstuffs where you come from?
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The fact that it is already a bit of a mess is making him feel a little twitchy, but it's fine. He can handle waiting to clean up.
Truly.]
Hmmm... now I'm curious to see what kind of pizza toppings everyone prefers.
[Is this a personality test]
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I DELETED MY BOY FROM MY INBOX
rest in pieces, tsukasa.........
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now in the right place
Char leans a shoulder against the wall, glass of whisky in hand, content to count this as his boy dinner unless someone presses him to eat for real. He's chilling!]
This is a thoughtful surprise. A good bonding activity, too— or was that the intention?
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holy shit you can tell how zonked i was because that first line of dialogue was FUCKED. bless you
gently smooches shay cheeks
u-uu.... blushes
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