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[ it's strange to be back here again. Not that Makoto found being near the ocean to be a particularly odd thing, but it's been a year, and so much has changed since then. They hadn't been as well known back then. They could run down the beach or leap into the ocean or get hit on without fear of being overly crowded (though the latter was mostly Miki). For the time being, staying in the ocean had kept recognition to a minimum, and the other idols had split up to stay low and relax in their own different ways.

In Makoto's case, the ocean was still the place to be, and she's happily trotting towards it after some additional time spent on dry land (mainly keeping the twins from burying the Producer completely). Is she expecting company?

No, but at least she's open to it. ]

wavewalker

[ ~~I HAVE THE WORST POST TITLES SERIOUSLY WHY DO YOU LET ME DO ANYTHING~~

Alright, so this? This would be the ocean. Well, more specifically, this would be a pirate ship in the middle of the ocean. Despite the flag flying high and proud, the pirate ship in question hasn't done much pirating lately. That sort of happens when your captain ends up falling into the services of the god of death.

It's been quiet lately, though. On both the god of death and the pirating front- you'd think a lack of the former would give time for the latter, but it's not to be. So the Dead End Moon is left to cut surely through the waves, looking for all the world like she has a destination, when she really doesn't.

The captain of our intrepid yet aimless vessel is perched in the crow's nest, spyglass to one eye. He's looking for something, anything, because he's likely to catch cabin fever at this rate. ~~And we really don't need a musical number right now.~~ ]

classifidol

[ Takane can tolerate a lot of things. Stuffy people, rude people, long lines, society's expectations.

But there are other things she cannot, and one of those happens to involve any sort of threat to those she deems important. Which, in this case, happens to be a surprisingly mobile walrus-like beast attacking her fellow singers. Naturally, when it flees, she... follows it.

Because an eighteen-year-old girl getting into a fight with a giant walrus is something that won't attract any attention at all. Especially when she gains the upper hand by singing at it.

She is, however, not used to any of this, so perhaps some assistance might be in order. ]

jitensha

[ it's a little awkward, being in a locker room and waiting for a certain someone to finish his primping. Even more embarrassing when 1/3 of his teammates knew you were there and teased you about peeking at shirtless guys.

This is, however, better than waiting outside where there were plenty of girls who were just leaving, because Makoto didn't wish to spend the afternoon fending off potential fans. For now, she's content to plunk down on a bench and sweep off her hat with a sigh. Maybe it smells too much like Sweaty Guy in here, but she'll endure it. ]

bearmyfate

So here's how it goes down! You tag with a location in the subject (DunBroch, New Jersey, Space, etc.) and you're free to come up with a scenario or leave it blank, in which case I will do my best to come up with one!

Come at me, bros.

jitensha

[ so the thing was, Makoto didn't get sick. It took a series of unfortunate events, a moment of stress-induced weakness, and doing the idiotically chivalrous thing of trying to make her way home in the pouring rain and likely spending too much time in soaked clothing, despite Kise's best efforts.

But the point was, Makoto didn't usually get sick, and when she did get sick, it had to be sick enough to buckle her knees and keep her under her covers with a fever that could warm cold palms in an instant. She'd tried to go to work, but hadn't made it further than her own doorway before she'd gotten too dizzy to stand without the aid of the frame and had been promptly ushered back to bed.

And of course, she hadn't wanted to worry Kise, but that had backfired and for some inexplicable reason, she felt worse than ever. She'd have to change the compress again, she thinks distantly, as she tries to push herself up on her elbows to give him a properly chastising look. At the very least, her parents were now out for one of her dad's races, but... ]

You... really didn't have to come.

[ what if she's contagious? It's bad enough that she feels awful and she's sweaty and her hair's a mess and her face is all red and this isn't very romantic at all-- ]

jitensha

[ Makoto had heard it on the highest authority (Miki) that girls should always be fashionably late to their dates. It left the guy 'frothing with desire', or something like that. And she'd dwelt on it, she really had, even as she sifted through her closet for the sixth time.

Makoto has always been Makoto, though, and that meant she didn't feel right purposely taking her time. It's why she's waiting near the entrance-- has been waiting for ten minutes with the long black skirt and the white shirt with the artfully placed frills and the red heels that click so cutely when she walks. It's a far cry from the jeans and sweatshirts she usually runs around in.

But she'd like to think it's not bad. ]

whowhatwhy

[ It was a dark and stormy night.

What? It was.

Anyway, the rain was coming down in sheets when a cloaked figure collapsed outside of the gates of Castle Dunbroch. He wasn't injured, at least nothing serious beyond a few scrapes and bruises. Cold, sick, and exhausted? Most certainly. He was brought inside, and it quickly became apparent, thought the insignia on his armor and the papers he carried with him, that he was a Grey Warden. There were only stories about the Wardens this far out, and everyone had to wonder what one was doing so far from his home. Hopefully nothing having to do with the creatures the Wardens were famous for fighting.

But far be it from the king and queen to deny a Grey Warden shelter. He was kept secluded, mostly. Only a few members of the castle staff kept an eye on him, and no matter how much the triplets tried to get a glimpse, they never managed. The castle was buzzing with gossip for over a week, as the exhausted Warden in the tower room rested and healed.

And then, on a relatively quiet day, once the weather had warmed, the Warden emerged. No one was quite sure how he got from his room to the castle's training yard without being noticed. He was just... suddenly there, loosing arrows at a target with deadly accuracy. Obviously, a visit to the king and queen had been first on his list, but since they were both away on some business or other, he contented himself with some exercise.

He feels like he's been in that Andraste-be-damned bed for way too long. ]

getthehorns

[ The residents of Casa de Rikku will get a rather rude awakening this morning in the form of Cliffjumper's Haunter freaking the hell out. Yes, Cliffjumper has magically vanished from his usual spot next to Rikku while everyone else was dead asleep. The Ghost pokémon seemed to be the first one to notice as he drifted through the wall of the bedroom.

The sudden appearance of a big red car in the front yard has also got Tanta a little startled. ]

jitensha

[ it's rare that she can garner enough time away from a packed schedule and her own school hours to drop by Kaijou, but even if it's just a practice match, Makoto likes to faithfully attend what she can. She's always liked basketball, so growing closer to Kise had only made that fondness stronger. It's fun to watch them get into the game, and it's fun to lose herself cheering for them.

But it's warmer today than it's been all week, and with the hat crammed over her head to hide her identity (she so optimistically felt), it was doing little to cool her head off. Strands were starting to stick to her neck.

... In a sense, it's a happy realization, that her hair was growing longer by the day, but for now, it was a little bit troubling. Still, she waits until the court's cleared out, enough of Kise's squealing crowd dissipating to allow her to sweep her hat off and try to salvage her hair.

It's a shame she can't see what she's doing. ]

unicornered

[ it figures, that even with Break's (long-awaited) willingness to engage in a dance with his mistress, something would still manage to cut the lesson short. And it wasn't him stomping on her feet or refusing to let the instructions stick, but something bigger. Much more catastrophic.

Well, Sharon had decided. She wasn't going to let that single aspect of that night be colored with unsavory memories. Those she would not soon forget, but today, she'd rather not dwell on them. She wouldn't think, similarly, of her lack of finery, that Break's hair was likely to be its usual wild mess. The memory of a dance, fulfilled, was what she sought, and Break was going to help her obtain it, whether he liked it or not.

So she waits in the drawing room, furniture subtly moved aside to clear a decently-sized space, a chair left near the door in case the sudden shift threw off Break's balance-- though she expected he'd navigate himself just fine.

And she continues to wait. Unseen beneath her skirts, one foot taps. ]

makeshiftwings

General musebox post is go! ... Again!

Comment here with a location in the subject line (The Thor, some alien planet, Pandora, etc). You can come up with a scenario or leave your comment blank and I'll do that for you!

jitensha

[ as continued from here. ]

Huh? [ and from the look she passes along, it's fairly evident that if Kise says anything dumb about disregarding doctor's orders or not treating it seriously, she's going to Have Words. But she'll hear him out. ] What about it?

midvalley

( that's when your heart will cry out, until your body is numb )

classifidol

[ she had more-than-half expected this. Takane had never not been aware of being followed, and after the initial brush with the paparazzi sent by Kuroi, she'd been even more on guard. Particularly so when the encounters with Masamune became more frequent, more intentional. She couldn't say she minded; there was familiarity at the same time as a sense of new intrigue. He was both the same and not, but the differences only made him... endearing?

It wasn't wise, however. The idols couldn't show a bias towards a single person in public, without the reporters or stalkers catching wind of it. But she'd never run from an encounter, and it's during a walk with the ever-straightforward Masamune that her eyes sharpen and she glances in the direction of a nearby park. Namely, where a few trees and bushes could easily conceal someone.

How deplorable. ]

whowhatwhy

General musebox post is go!

Comment here with a location in the subject line (Mayfield, Amaranthine, Deep Roads, etc). You can come up with a scenario or leave your comment blank and I'll do that for you!

pinupninja

[ there are very few fights where Kasuga has found herself backed - no, slammed into a corner, and she's loath to admit it, but without Sasuke, she can't confidently say she would still be alive.

But she is, and he is, and although their opponent still lives, he's doing so at a safe distance-- far enough for Kasuga to dazedly drag herself up against a nearby tree and fumble for her medical kit. Sasuke-- she'd lost sight of him, and she leans back against the trunk with a ragged breath before she turns her head to see if she can spot him now. ]

saxual

[ WHEN WE LAST LEFT OUR INTREPID HEROES... they were on a date. Or something. Anyway, it seemed like a date.

Continued from this monstrous thread. ]

Simple doesn't mean shitty, Klavier.

demoenic

[ the brightest spot of the day, to Oichi, has always been arranging flowers into her own original creations, rife with meaning that she'd only explain when prompted to. But next to that was when she received a shipment, welcoming the newest flowers into the shop with gentle fingers and a soft smile, the promise that they would not be neglected. The newest arrivals just so happen to be a bunch of some of the largest sunflowers she's had the honor of housing, their yellow so bright that it almost hurts her eyes to stare at them too long. But it's a good hurt, she likes to think, as she carries her armful over to the counter. And a familiar one; they remind her of someone. ]

What others might you like to sing with, I wonder...

kicksomeasgard

[ Leif Helgarson is nothing if not patient. For a thousand years he has waited for this- the day that he finally gets revenge. The day they sneak into Asgard. The day he kills Thor.

Unfortunately, that day was tomorrow, but what was one more night after a thousand years? He'd just slaughtered a whole mess of young vampires intent on invading his territory (his territory being the entire state of Arizona), and now he had the rest of the evening to kill- figuratively speaking. Just as well since something his Druid friend, Atticus, mentioned to him has his interest piqued: Atticus had said that Thor was a comic book.

Why anyone would want to make a comic book about that arrogant, self-centered--- well, why anyone would want to make a comic book about Thor was beyond him. And so the vampire spent the evening in his office at the law firm of Magnusson and Hauk in front of his laptop doing a few idle searches.

Ah. Now he understood. Complete and utter ignorance was why there was a comic book about Thor. This selfless, heroic character was the polar opposite of the real Thor. ]

You will get your comeuppance, God of Thunder. I can promise you that.

[ Not that Leif was one to talk to himself, but he figures he's allowed a little bit at this point. ]

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jitensha - Hold me like the river Jordan;
wavewalker - insert PotC/Lazytown/Muppet Treasure Island/Veggie Tales music here
classifidol - Pandora Idols; closed to Seiko
jitensha - Model Idol Combi: L is for the way you look at me
bearmyfate - General Merida stuff awwyeah
jitensha - Model Idol Combi: so you had a sick day
jitensha - Model Idol Combi: there's always that first date
whowhatwhy - /mashes things together that should not go together
getthehorns - 4th wall after the fact - a thing that should have happened at route_29
jitensha - Model Idol Combi: Hair
unicornered - When Kia and Cal decide To Do Things
makeshiftwings - And another one of these!
jitensha - Model Idol Combi
midvalley - RO > call me out; a forever open RP post
classifidol - Carmine & Azure
whowhatwhy - Adventure time! Or... something.
pinupninja - Ninja shenanigans
saxual - ITP: Nikki and Ro are dorks
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Entries tagged with .rp post

Hold me like the river Jordan;

insert PotC/Lazytown/Muppet Treasure Island/Veggie Tales music here

Pandora Idols; closed to Seiko

Model Idol Combi: L is for the way you look at me

General Merida stuff awwyeah

Model Idol Combi: so you had a sick day

Model Idol Combi: there's always that first date

/mashes things together that should not go together

4th wall after the fact - a thing that should have happened at route_29

Model Idol Combi: Hair

When Kia and Cal decide To Do Things

And another one of these!

Model Idol Combi

RO > call me out; a forever open RP post

Carmine & Azure

Adventure time! Or... something.

Ninja shenanigans

ITP: Nikki and Ro are dorks

Little Shop of Flowers--

A comic book indeed.

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