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starhuevalley2018-06-15 12:22 pm
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STARDROP CELEBRATION: FINAL DAY
LET'S PARTY!
premise | rules | taken | pick-up
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 Stardrop Celebration!
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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Niceties out of the way, we must learn of the art. We are combatting both a moving target and time itself, so you must strike with utmost certainty. [Sleeves duly kept dry, Kojuro points at a goldfish with a spectacular tail, almost too good to be in a simple game like this.] Tosakin. I will aim for this. Certain, without causing resistance against the scoop so it might stay whole; that is what you must do.
[...Okay lesson over. He intently watches his target, scoop poised at the ready, before striking! It's too fast to see the mechanics of, but when he draws his hand back there she is, the queen of goldfish with her tail hanging uselessly over the frame of the scoop. Into the bowl she goes!] I find that aiming at an angle to allow your scoop to cut through the water helps, as does wetting the paper as wholly as you can, to minimise tearing. Now you try, Yukizome.
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Mm, mm... I always wondered how people would manage it with the paper! [ Not that she hasn't had experience working with delicate things to keep them from ripping, so maybe the trick is to try and transfer that experience. ] Okay! Let me give it a shot!
[ But first she has to pay, so there's a pause as she digs for her little coin purse for the money, though she's eyeing what's left in the little pool as she does. ] Which one should I pick...
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Aka Demekin. [Said almost instantly in response as he points to a reddish-gold, bug-eyed fish.] It...Hm. Never mind. [There's no polite way to phrase his thought there, even if it was meant to be complimentary. Best to skip it, right? He simply clears his throat instead, before moving closer and pointing at the chosen target, following it as it swims.]
Try to understand how it moves first. Is it faster than other fish? More nervous? Or is it docile and easy to catch? [IT'S A GOLDFISH KOJURO CHILL] I have no doubt that you will catch it, Yukizome.
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[ But even as she says that, she settles herself into position, frowning intently at the water. Red and gold, huh... it would be kind of cute to match, if only colorwise.
She is cuter than a fish, thank you!!For a few long seconds she doesn't move at all. She might not even be breathing. For such a small fluffy girl, she can occasionally pull out something that is much more predatorily intent.
And then her arm flashes, a blur of movement, as she scoops up that fish. Hah! ]
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And...Well, it's clearly paid off. Even if he can't take credit for Chisa's intimidating aura, he can damn well take credit for firing up her passion for the art! In fact, Kojuro's almost...Getting a little too fired up; perhaps it's the fact that he doesn't need to be the responsible one for once, can actually let loose like a human being instead of having to temper every harebrained, heated idea his stupid shit boss who he loves very much comes up with.
And that's why, as soon as she goes in for the kill, Chisa gets the scariest cheerleader alive. His posture's relaxed so that he looks positively delinquent, one thumb hooked into his obi and the other holding his scoop over his shoulder, brow furrowed as he leans down to glower at her flopping prize.]
My anticipation was absolutely worth it, Yukizome. You have not let me down; it is as beautiful as I thought it was going to be. ...Both your performance and your catch! Now! Again! Choose your own and go until your arm hurts and your scoop tears from the force of your passions!
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[ She pumps her fist in the air, beaming at him. The poor vendor at the booth is probably starting to look a little gray at the edges, but who cares about him! She's got some cash, she has no supervision, and it's a festival night! These things are supposed to be fun, and now that she's won once, her taste for victory has been ignited.
She rolls up her sleeves a bit further and digs around for another coin, which she flips over to the poor booth vendor. Which one next? She has a red one, so ideally... a white one, and maybe if there's any that are more green-gold in color... hmmm.
But since this is a fantasy farm world, she does light upon one that has yellow markings that are closer to green, even for a fish in a small pond. ] --That one! That one next. I have to get the whole set!!
[ She doesn't bother to elaborate. But she needs two green ones and a white one at least before she can stop!! ]
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Get the whole damn set, Yukizome. These fish deserve a home where they will be cared for, and to perform like this to obtain them, they'll know that you're going to do everything in your power to look after them! Life and death! You're saving them from obscurity.
Give your all to them, and they'll give their all to you! Go hard! Yukizome! Get your set! [...Even if he's not exactly shouting, even raising his voice a little like this is terrifying on a guy like Kojuro. The booth vendor looks like he might be having a heart attack right about now, and not just because his stocks are being so rapidly emptied.]
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* Life and experience has taught her Some Fear, but she's used to large and overly boisterous guys, not just grouchy stoic ones. This just feels familiar. She'll probably never see her students again, but it's nice to be reminded of happier times, even in passing.
But once she's focused... it doesn't actually take her long at all. The poor vendor loses three more fish in rapid succession, though Chisa only remembers to pay after she's made her catch. And after she's made sure they're in individual bags big enough for them. Once she has, she finally pays up, though she's radiating smug satisfaction. Do they have a place to keep these fish? She has no idea. But if they're consolidating the farms assigned to each of them, surely one of them will work... ]
Aha~ oops. ♥ Looks like I got the rest of the good ones!
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That seems a little more fitting than bowing or anything, anyway.]
Spared from my own greed; that's not so bad an ending to this. You did even better than I expected, and I expected much of my student; Yukizome, you deserve those fish as they deserve you to look after them.
[And then he puts a hand gently on her shoulder; he might be slipping back into his more brutish habits right now, but that doesn't keep him from being gentlemanly about it. If that even makes sense. What is a Kojuro.] Ｇｏｏｄ ｗｏｒｋ．
[How is he speaking Dragon Tongue when everything is probably autotranslated? Who knows.]
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Eheh! I'll take good care of them. ♥ We weren't really thinking about getting pets or anything like that, but~...
[ Maybe having a koi pond wouldn't be such a bad thing. They could get some water lilies, maybe plant some cherry trees... it wouldn't be the same as the idealized spring days from her high school years, but maybe it could be close. And it'd be in line with Kyousuke's aesthetic tastes too, so it probably wouldn't be too difficult to convince him. ]
Anyway! Now it's my turn, right? I'll show you how to shoot.
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Still...They can discuss that on the way, right? Kojuro bows to the vendor without taking his eyes off Chisa, still pretty impressed at how terrifying she really is under the fluffiness, before offering her an elbow. It's only right, since she proved herself worthy of his respect and all...]
Thank you for this honour; I will be a worse shot than you were a scooper, I fear, but I hope that you can still bear with my lacklustre efforts at shooting.
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[ She tosses her head a little, which doesn't have quite the same effect when her hair is all pinned up, but she's at least got the confidence to back it up. But since he offered it, she curls a hand into the crook of his elbow, as dainty and demure as anything. ]
If you show up, you'll be treated to the best hospitality you'll ever experience! Good aim isn't the only skill I have. ♥
[ In fact, despite her boasting about it, it's one of those things that she's good at and just sort of tangentially brushes aside. You know, like most of those assholes at Hope's Peak do. On to the shooting gallery games! ]
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[Careful to not hit the fish, Kojuro thumps his free fist on his chest and--
uh which stall was the shooting one again? He squints, slowly turning them both around as he contemplates each nearby stall, before-- ah, there. Not too far either, and a little smaller than the scooping stall purely for the fact that it doesn't need a long pool full-- formerly full of fish.]
Yukizome...I wouldn't ever think that a woman would have only one skill. That's how you get yourself killed, isn't it?
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[ She's actually used to this, in a weird sort of way, holding onto some significantly larger dude as he moves them around. Usually it had been in the context of war and attack situations, but maybe someday, she'll try western dancing...
But at his question, she breaks into a sunny smile, innocent as anything. ]
It's at least one way. You'd be surprised at how many men do.
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[That's not even getting into Oichi, because holy shit Oichi. That's the sort of thing that'll haunt his nightmares, thank you.]
Actually, now that I think on it...I feel that you two would make either grand rivals or friends, or perhaps both. But Maeda Matsu does not, as far as I know, know how to fire a gun so well as to brag openly to a stranger about it with easy confidence. [With that, Kojuro fishes out a few coins from his coinpurse and hands them over to the vendor, who looks puzzled by the pair they make. Or maybe it's just Kojuro's boldly-patterned yukata?]
Now. Please teach me, Yukizome; I wish to see this skill of yours.
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[ She takes the toy gun with a hum, hefting its weight in her hands to get a feel of things. Knowing carnival games, it's almost certainly rigged. ]
This won't be the same as shooting a real gun, for sure. Booths like this, they always tamper with the aim a little to make it harder for you. So the first time, I usually want to pick a point that I think is right, and see how far off the mark I am, in which direction.
[ Saying that, she lifts it to her shoulder and takes aim. The vendor looks a little annoyed at the commentary, but says nothing as she fires... and hits one of the wooden targets, but left of the actual bullseye mark. Hm. ]
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...Which is to say that Kojuro, even with his high expectations, is still amazed. Mouth-hanging-open-fists-clenched-by-his-side amazed. Both at how systematically she tears the game apart into a simple scam, and how good her marksmanship is even with the rigging.
This is genuinely exciting for him, okay! He actually drops halfway down to a squat, fists still clenched as he brings them up into a cheering position.]
Yukizome...You're so ruthless! You destroyed this man's livelihood without a second thought for all to hear! You are a true warrior!
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[ She pitches her voice cutesy for that, but there's definitely a wicked gleam in her eye as she brings the gun back up to her shoulder. So what if housekeeping doesn't actually need things like precision aim? She might not be the Ultimate Sharpshooter or anything like that, but one doesn't go through years at Hope's Peak without picking up ridiculous levels of skill in other things too.
Her second shot definitely hits straight home, and then she can't resist the bit of showmanship of blowing across the end of the gun before she sets it down again. She beams at the scowling vendor before looking up at the rows of prizes. Hmmm. What silly overly large stuffed toy does she want? ]
It's just about having a good eye and a steady arm! And knowing when to blink, and when to hold steady.
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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.
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[ 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...
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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!
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[ SHE BELIEVES IN YOU, KOJURO,
And honestly the electricity might make the vendor a little nervous (the poor sap's probably just a normal guy, if she had to guess), but Chisa's seen worse from her students. It's just a sign of how he's fired up! And it's a little cute that he's so excited over a dragon... even big buff guys might have a weakness over some small cute thing, huh...
She crosses her arms as she watches him. Even if he's a little anxious, she's confident that he'll make it. If not the second time (sometimes people overcompensate! that happens!), then certainly by the third. Believe in her who believes in you,
And in the unlikely case he completely fails his shot, well, Chisa's still got a few coins left herself. She'll make sure he gets that dragon one way or another. ]
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Vendor schmendor. He's not hurting anyone by charging up, so what does it matter? It just means that his hair's coming loose, strand by strand into his face; he'll affect the lights only if he gets actually pissed off, and...That won't happen today, no sir. The dragon isn't worth having a p a r t y over.
That being said, he winks at Chisa, might even give her a thumbs-up if he knew what the fuck those were, and aims once more. Just a little more to the right, over-correcting in that first shot. He's going to do this. Watch him, Yukizome-sensei...Another click-fire is accompanied by a sharp, barked out 'Yes!' (mostly out of reflex, really), before he slowly lowers the gun once more-- Except the vendor practically hurls the fat dragon toy at him before he even puts the gun down, yelping from being zapped by the Dragon Party Aura.]
...I did it.
Yukizome. I won, with your knowledge and wisdom! And now I have a reminder of home! Thank you...This will mean more to me than you know.
[Fat Orb Son clutched to his chest (and squishing his fish orb, shit, the poor fish), Kojuro bows once more.] How can I repay you? This is more than fish catching can repay, after all.
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But she pumps a fist when he obtains his fat little dragon, grinning proudly; when he bows to her, she bows right back. It's an automatic response. ]
Mmm, mm, well! Let's see... as your teacher in this, I'm already proud that you took my lessons to heart! For a teacher, it's very satisfying! A good student is the best reward!
...However, if you wanted to buy me a snack, I wouldn't say no.
[ She adds this with a sunny little smile, back to the "cutesy" approach. ]
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[How easy would it be to let her wrap him around her little finger? (Like he's not already getting there a little, but the point stands that he's at least self-aware.) What a fearsome, charming woman.
Anyway, a snack sounds pretty good after all of his Intense Gaming; Kojuro pinches the dragon between his teeth just to slick his hair back into place via anime magic, before holding it back to his chest like it's literally his son. The food stalls won't be too hard to find, considering the smell of barbeque and oil and sweets on the air, and he can do market research, too.]
Food it is, Teacher. It pales in comparison to my gratitude, but I will not deny you your chosen reward. Will you lead on?
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