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STARDROP CELEBRATION: FINAL DAY

LET'S PARTY!
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A. Arrivals and Much More

You’re here because you were dropped somewhere that tried sending you home, or you're someone with a call to the heart to explore the vast universe. The buses run at odd schedules, so please pardon any interruptions! I hope you fellas make yourselves at home, here!

[ Marjorie’s whole speech rings through your ears as you begin to explore the area. It seems a few people who arrived on the TDM have already been here for a week, but you’re just a newcomer. So where are you when this all went down? Are you trying to get back on a bus that’ll take you home, or…?

B. Home Sweet Home

[ The dust has settled on the bus ride here, and you can’t help but notice that your farmland… well, it’s a mess. Rocks and grass everywhere, no matter which layout you were set with. You were given a set of tools, and the message that this land is yours to shape or change or build on no matter what you want, so long as it’s yours. The little crate by the edge of the house is what will hold your bounties from farming, collected nightly with money delivered to your mailbox the following day, like some kind of Produce Fairy visited.

The house is in alright shape. It’s not brilliant, but it has a kitchen, a bathroom, and a studio bedroom where all your belongings can be. It’s wide enough to accommodate several things until you upgrade it.

Sometimes you see a stray dog or cat at the edge of your property. Do you adopt it?

Anyway, it’s time to make what you will of your farm. ]

The Last Day Of
The Stardrop Celebration!
FESTIVAL PLAYLIST

[ Down a hill a little ways from Pelican Town is a remarkable festival set-up! Several attractions and vendors line the streets where everything is going down. Where will you go? ]

C. Food Stalls

[ Surrounding the entire property are dozens of food stalls, from all around the universe. Marjorie bussed in caterers from all around with a healthy sum of gold, and they’re happy to sell their wares in this strange place tonight. Where you might find octopus balls, you’ll also find kraken balls. Where you might find corndogs, you’ll find dogs selling corn.

It’s a veritable buffet! And the gold you’ve started with is more than enough to go shopping for food. Have fun! ]

D. Games

[ All manners of Carnival Games are set up! From throwing a baseball at bottles to catching goldfish with a paper net, everything you can dream of is here. There are even some unorthodox games, like dance-offs, karaoke, and a little bit of everything. Apparently, the NPC couldn’t choose who to go with what. It definitely makes for a big festival.

In addition to the above, there’s water gun races, squeaky duck ponds, skee-ball, target shooting, test your strength with a hammer, pitching speed, shooting hoops… and more! ]

E. Three-legged Race

[ You didn’t think this festival was going to go by without tomfoolery, did you? For the prize of 1,000 Gold, you can rally up a partner and get tied to them by the ankle, participating in a no-rules no-bars-held race. The winners will be randomized! But the real gift is going to be the fact that the ties around your ankles? Aren’t coming undone. You’re going to have to be tied together until 11 PM! ]

F. Fireworks

[ Errant magic and mishaps aside, you have to admit, the fireworks show at the end of it all is really something. Marjorie hired a pony for them, and the lights are as ethereal as they are non-traditional. It’s a good moment to snuggle up to someone or enjoy company with a new friend. ]

G. Wildcard

[ Exactly what it says! Make your own prompt. ]

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[ Sasuke can help himself; he has to laugh. That is very close to how his master would speak, but there is something missing to make it truly his speech pattern. ]

RIDICULOUS. You need to shout your words if you really want to get him down.

[ The smile doesn't leave his face, and it's safe to say that Sasuke agrees with Kojuro. His mood has definitely improved from his little... mishap earlier. When the noise of the fireworks begins to die down, Mr. Tori swoops from the sky and settles in Sasuke's lap. ]

Hey there, Mr. Tori. I saved you something.

[ He pulls out a wrapped stick with one dango still on it. Mr. Tori caws, "Dango!" before pecking it. Sasuke's expression is gentle, one that is rarely seen. ]

[ Honestly, good enough. Chisa keeps smiling encouragingly at him, careful to be slow as she drops her hand and leading him towards an aisle of booths set up for games. She passes up the shooting games and the goldfish one... maybe this ringtoss one? It seems fairly reasonable in its setup, and it lacks lots of flashing lights and loud noises. ]

--How does this one look?

[It's strange but Grainne's never really known anyone that needed glasses before. Studying eyesight issues on the Enterprise most problems had a simple solution.]

Ah? I think I understand. If I read too long, even my eyes strain a little if the text is very small. I prefer things with large print.

[The lack of sensory overload is silently appreciated. It's actually a relief to focus in on the relative low-tech simplicity of the ringtoss, enough so that Horatio even takes a half-step forward of his own accord.]

You--?

[It's obvious, of course. There's rings, there's bottles, there's a counter to stand behind. It still feels a bit like a fascinating puzzle.]

We can both try it!

[ As she says that, she's fishing change out of her little coin purse. So what if she's been frittering her money away in drips and bobs all night? Sometimes it's worth it to spend some money. ]

I can show you, if you'd like, and then you can try.

[Well that's not fucking horrific at all. He literally shudders at the sight, still locked in Goon Cheering Position.

Note: Do not piss Yukizome off or she'll likely destroy everything you love. Love, Kojuro.]

As with any weapon, but especially so. [Okay...Well, she made it look easy, but that's just a mark of skill in itself, isn't it? Kojuro straightens, cracks his back a little, and takes up the gun to measure it in his hands while Chisa picks out her prize.]

Do they have any dragons to win? That might make me try harder.

As much respect as I have for Sanada's ability to constantly shout no matter the time of day...I'm afraid I can't commit like that. No matter how much Dragon you speak to me.

[Still, it's tempting. Get him blitzed and you just know he'd put his all into that imitation, shit as it would be. For now though...Knowing that Sasuke's out of his funk is enough to get a little smile back on Kojuro's face in turn, even when Mr. Tori comes to join the Mom Crew.

The thought crosses his mind to try and pat him, but...Better to not push his luck. That sort of trust has to be earned, anyway. (With both bird and master, if he wants it. Which is why he doesn't immediately comment something about Sasuke being soft on a bird. That's not how you make friends okay.)]

He can talk? Somehow that makes me feel as though the crops are a little safer still, for him being about. Maybe I should teach him some really scary words so he can scare off human intruders too. [LET TORI SAY FUCK] Or does that fall under your lot? I don't want to take anyone's jobs away, after all.

[He's been here a week. The sensation of having actual money to spend is new, but Yukizome's movements prompt his own patting for a few coins.]

--please. Thank you.

[the small offering of bread seems to surprise him a little, as he is not used to being offered things much at all... but after figuring out he isn't just misunderstanding some other gesture, he takes the bread with a thankful smile. it is a very kind thing of them to do, he thinks.]

A frog wizard, yes. A salio... magicus.

[and then he looks very proud of himself for remembering his Latin (even though the forms he picked were entirely wrong), and proceeds to put a piece of calamari on his piece of bread and pop the whole thing into his mouth.]

"Seven! That's incredible, meow!"

[ While Josie's bug-eyed and slack-jawed in a way that's downright cartoonish, Fatima is equally taken aback, but at least she manages to keep her mouth shut. Her grip on his sleeve even tightens a bit as if the thought of how much that costs wounds her. ]

I-If you insist. That's generous of you...thank you.

[ While the witch is still in shock, Josie's recovered quickly enough to grin all the way to his ears again. ]

"Thank you, meow!"

[Sharing is better than unilateral giving. Sharing is where friendship can seep into the cracks. Sharing does not, however, stop Horatio from wrinkling his nose just slightly.]

That seem... normal to you?

[Little things like sleeping in a comfortable bed had been easy to adjust to. Medium things like frog wizards were taking longer.]

Dragons, huh...

[ Well, if that's what it takes for a big buff guy to be interested in a stuffed animal, who's she to judge? Chisa crosses her own arms, still scanning the rows of prizes. Hmmmm.

Well, it was a bit of a long shot to hope for an owl, but when she sees a large dog of indeterminate breed, she points that one out. Hanging behind it is this guy, so hey. ]

Ah! That one? The roundness makes it pretty cute...

Okay! Let's see how it goes, then!

[ Spoilers, she's one of those people who is obnoxiously good at too many things. Even as corrupt as the school became, there's still a lot of truth in the sort of elites that Hope's Peak groomed for graduation. And it's not like carnival games are that difficult when you're used to them.

Which is to say, she does hit her target each time, pretty effortlessly. ]

[He can see Ciel is exhausted. He himself is tired now, no thanks to their little emotional upheaval, but they're on the bed now. He reaches up to pull the sheets down and scoots them around so that they can both stretch out and rest, the same way they once had in Riverview.]

One less thing to worry about. And don't worry about the cupcake. I won't eat it, but I can make us something better later on.

[Alec also wrinkles his nose slightly, perhaps regretting his impulsive choice to eat both foods in one go.

or maybe it's the question about what is considered "normal", which is kind of a complicated subject for him. after a moment of dissatisfied chewing, he shakes his head.]

No, certainly not. Where I'm from, frogs are just frogs, and wizards are only found in books and fairy tales told to children.

[--but, he's not "where he's from" right now, so he quickly smiles again.]

Which is precisely why I had to investigate.

[Horatio is good at a limited number of things. He's quite good at the things he's had a lifetime of practice for, and he's got quite a bit of untapped potential in mathematics.

But this game? Horatio is not good at this game.

His lips start to twitch toward a smile all the same, because this actually feels like a game. Sure, he's missing every toss, but nothing bad happens as a result. The rings just bounce around and come to rest between the bottles--and no one gets hurt. No one has to suffer. Nothing gets taken away but a handful of small coins.

It pulls a soft sound almost like the beginning of a laugh to his lips after a few moments.]

[That deserves a long hum, almost lost beneath the bustle of the carnival around them. The force of it pulls the corners of Horatio's lips up a little.]

Brave.

[In a small way, perhaps, but in a way that seemed better than general recklessness.]

[THAT'S IT

THAT FUCKING FAT DRAGON IS BLUE

AND IT IS KOJURO'S NOW.

He levels the gun and aims, breathing steady and-- to the left, a little to the left yes, his natural inclination anyway, and--]

Oh. [All of that intensity fizzles out in an instant so that Kojuro can hand over his due fee, head bowed for a second, before he promptly resumes Aiming Very Furiously So That He Can Get The Goddamn Dragon Toy And Hug It At Night. When he fires, the lack of noise past a quick click really makes that shit anti-climatic, but that doesn't matter!

DID HE HIT. The gun gets almost tossed aside in his enthusiasm because he really just wants the fat blue dragon so much it hurts now...Shit, just off the bullseye. If the vendor was in a better mood, he might've allowed it to pass, but apparently not.]

Fuck. [He's already jostling for another payout, just barely crackling with static electricity from how angry he is at goofing his shot.] Bear with me, Yukizome. I won't shoot like shit again!

Ah-ah-ah. Excess to moderation, all the same.

[That is to say, once the ribs are duly doled out into serves, Kojuro gives Josie three. Only three. Then two get waggled at Fatima with a warm, faint smile; he can feel her grip gently tugging, and maybe this'll help her ease up? Or maybe not. The point remains that these are now hers.]

We are all enjoying our boons while the gods give us such a time to do so. And I definitely would not eat in front of new friends and not share, so here we are.

[ Oh she's vibrating so hard, watching him. Not because he's doing badly, but because she can see that he's not getting frustrated by it, and his attitude is honestly a lot better than her old students would have -- her old classmates, too. She wants to encourage that! It's such a nice change to see!! And ultimately, Chisa Yukizome is a person who is loud and exuberant by preference, so the effort of holding that in and startling him or sending him scuttling back into his shell has to be tamped down.

What she does instead is bounce on the balls of her feet, making little abortive cheering motions as she watches him. Once or twice an excited little squeak escapes her when the ring gets close. Yeah!! Yeah! You can do it!! ]

[He is exhausted. In part what Undertaker is thinking and part because he is still healing. But he is tired, enough that Undertaker will be able to move him about with ease as he fixes the sheets, there's just on hand holding onto him to reassure himself that he's still there.]

Sounds... nice... Like the things you make...

[ Clearly Kojuro needs to get his Tengu Kamen on because even when he breaks character he's still in character... somehow. No sake needed.

Mr. Tori finishes his treat and settles down into Sasuke's lap as if to nap. Sasuke begins to pat the bird without thinking. In time, Mr. Tori will also allow Kojuro to pet him; food helps. That's what Yukimura did. ]

His vocabulary is limited, but he's clever. I'm sure he can scare off anyone who tries to--

[ As if on cue, Mr. Tori loudly caws "YOUR LORDSHIP! YUKIMURA! YOUR LORDSHIP! YUKIMURA!" complete with wings flapping. ]

All right, that's enough from you.

[ Sasuke places his hand over Mr. Tori's beak. He gives an exasperated sigh, but there's no real annoyance. The smile doesn't disappear from his face. Yeah, he loves this bird. Mr. Tori settles back down, pleased. ]

Clever is to be e--

[o h m y g o d.

Kojuro just stares, flabbergasted.]

[And then bursts out l-- okay not laughing, he's still Kojuro no matter whether he's the tiniest bit tipsy or not.

But that's a definite chuckle. Mr. Tori has just gotten the first level of Kojuro's social link.]

Very, very clever. As I was saying, that much is to be expected. To see you tote some stupid animal about would surprise me very much, Sarutobi; this is fitting, I believe. ...Imagine what we could do with him yelling that. Security concerns would be null and void; I know I was scared witless, hearing that when we took advantage of Lord Shingen's hospitality.

[Somewhere in this game is physics. Somewhere in the careful adjustment of angles and speed and aim is a mathematical puzzle that time and effort could begin to properly unlock, even without natural talent.

For a heartbeat, Horatio has to wonder if he's actually having fun. It's not something he knows particularly well, but if he had to guess, this might be it.

But then a little squeak ruffles his attention, and forces him to blink back into place.] --sorry.

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1/2 i love u mr. tori

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