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Buy it, use it, break it, fix it

WHO: Futaba Sakura and YOU!
WHERE: Pretty much all over.
WHEN: The whole of September
WHAT: Shenanigans. Airhorn pranks. Kids being kids being squids.
WARNINGS: None that I know of. Will update if necessary.

Heropa: Come on baby play me something
For anyone that knows Futaba, they should know that there is no video game in the world that could thwart her once she was given a chance to observe the mechanics. That is—she could defeat any game in this arcade but one.

Her mortal nemesis.

The claw machine. The. Claw.

For any bystander, her glare fixed on the descending metal fixture could seem near murderous. It only got sharper as it locked on to a squid-esque plush toy. Tragedy could be detected as it made it’s slow journey toward the drop zone, the toy slipping with every subtle jerk.

“Oh come on!” And down it went, the squid falling from the grasp of the claw mere inches from freedom.

What would another dollar be after she’s already spent fifteen?

DeChima:Like here comes the sun
The hum of technological marvels held a unique draw for technophiles, hackers, and even casual users alike—and none was more like a moth to the proverbial flame than Futaba Sakura. If anything, DeChima was a favorite spot for her to visit, a frequent location for weekend outings and random trips when she could take them.

There was something calming about being here. It would likely never be as busy, but the late hours and tired neon lights reminded her of Akihabara’s electric town. She could almost imagine she was home when she was here—a delusion she probably shouldn’t spend too much time on.

This month’s excursions, however, had a purpose. She needed some new components to mess with, something she could tinker with to up the speed of her units. Now if she could just find where those new processors were…

WILD CARD: Choose your own adventure.

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Futaba was practically bouncing as she left the Porter in Nonah, her eyes immediately scanning the crowds for Akira. She knew he had to be antsy to get back to his apartment, but she was all too eager to join him.

So when she spots a familiar mop of unruly hair, she wastes no time in running up to the other teen and all but tackling him. “Ready to get Goro pissed off for being woken up at an ungodly hour?”

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He's happy to see her too, and boy it is hard to miss that bright orange hair once it starts coming for him, even in the dead of night. He turns to greet Futaba with a big hug, because even if he hadn't felt the month he'd been gone, he was still just so happy to see her.

"Oh yes I am!" he responded with an impish grin. "Who would I be if I didn't make a grand entrance?"

And in early September, Futaba will get a text:

heyyyy. you free tonight?

If the reply is a little too quick, no one will say anything--right?

free and bored. what's up?

Alright, now she just has to wait for- oh! That was quick.

well i got tickets to a couple shows! and free vouchers for some restaurants too buuut it's all in mf. how do you feel about a trip through the porter tonight?

If anything, Akira's willingness to go along with her plans--no matter how ridiculous--was one of aspect she missed the most about having him around. So it's no surprise that she answers his grin with one of her own, proudly holding up an airhorn.

Where she got it from, no one knows. No one ever will.

"Let's do this."

sounds like fun.

It sounds like a date. Not that she's all that experienced with such things, but still.

mf won't know what hit 'em. when are we going?

leave for the porter at 5?

She's just! Planning to go out with Futaba! Like she's done a million times before! Sure, they're going someplace nicer than just the arcade or the milkshake shop, but there's no reason to be nervous. Nope. None whatsoever.

see you there :)

And now to suffer a few hours of nerves. She's being ridiculous, she knows. It's just Utena. Except--lately it's never been just Utena, and she'd be a fool to deny the fact that the butterflies in her stomach weren't constant companions whenever she was around the other girl.

It's not until closer to five (too close for Futaba's liking. She should have done this sooner) that another text comes through.

you mentioned shows and restaraunts...how fancy are we talking?

Oh god, she'd probably have to call Haru for emergency assistance.

Oh. Oh crap. Just how fancy is this place? Utena does a couple frantic online searches, both about the restaurant and the shows, and texts back.

kinda fancy? not the FANCIEST but fancy-ish

It was always fun to get into some trouble! And Futaba always had ridiculous ways to get into trouble. CREATIVE ways.

He couldn't help but chuckle as she held up an airhorn. Of course. "Well, we'll know for certain if he'll kill me after we're done with this!" It was a joke, a JOKE! He thought it was funny, because really. If he didn't at least get punched or choked he'll be surprised.

"Let's get this party started~"

So far autumn in Florida seems a lot like summer in Florida to Ryūji. He's still Dripping sweat anytime he tries to take a run. The good news is his leg is practically good as new by now. The bad news is it's miserable out there. Just really stinking hot.

Naturally, when he decides to check in on how Futaba is doing the only reasonable place he can think of to meet her is an ice cream shop. So he runs there anyway, hoping there's some AC inside like there seems to be at most shops in town. He can splash in the sink a little if he gets too sweaty there, since public bathrooms are usually free here.

That's the plan, anyway. When he arrives he discovers that everyone else had the same idea about the best way to spend their afternoon. The line is all the way out the door! They're never gonna get a table, and it'll probably take an hour to get any ice cream. Great.

"Damn it!" Ryūji kicks a newspaper box in frustration, but all that does is stub his toe. "Ow." What's he gonna tell Futaba when she gets there? Crap.

K. Cool.

NOT COOL. ALERT! ALERT! ABORT ALL SYSTEMS.

Or, you know, contact Haru in a panic, and nearly cause your friend a heart attack.

See you on the way to the Porter?

sure!! see you then

Okay! Everything is fine. The restaurant? It's fine. The blouse she borrowed? The uncomfortable pair of slacks that are buried in the back of her closet? Those are fine!

As soon as she gets dressed, she realizes it's not fine. She fiddles with the weird, neck... thing, trying to get it just right, and wonders just how stupid she looks right now. Before she can second guess herself, the alarm on her phone goes off. It's time to go! She rushes to the door, only to realize that she forgot the handbag (also borrowed) that she stuffed the vouchers in. Utena steps back, grabs it, and walks to the door... crap, the candies! She dashes back to her room and grabs the box of chocolates that came with the rest of Logan's bribe, and sprints out the door, with that stupid purse hitting her hip the entire time and reminding her why she never takes one with her when she goes out.

Okay. Everything is fine. Pretending that she wasn't just panicking a few seconds ago, she takes a deep breath and sends Futaba another message.

on my way! you ready?

And what a party it will be with these two at the helm. Goro really won't know what hit him. She almost felt sorry for planning this. The key word is "almost." After all, she couldn't feel too bad when the trouble came with some quality time spent with one of her closest friends--she wouldn't be to this point without him or the others after all.

That being said, Akira and Goro's neighbors likely would have been suspicious of a pair of teens slipping through the neighborhood in the dead of night with an air horn--that is if any of them had been awake enough to see them in the first place. As it were, they were in the clear, padding quietly to where Goro slept and at the ready.

"3..." She starts, whispering. "2...1!" A wicked grin and a firm grip on the canister later left the room--and likely several others in the vicinity--vibrating with the harsh, deep BRAAAAAAAM of an air horn. Beautiful. A Symphony of the highest level of artistry, honestly.

Luckily, for Ryuji's sake, Futaba knows how Ice, Ice Baby's crowds tend to be with the heat. She's been here long enough to know that lingering humidity and the long lazy drag of the last days of summer temperatures meant that the locals and imPorts alike could line up around the block if the fancy for frozen treats happened to strike.

Still, the crowd that floods the shop even this late in the afternoon is a bit of a surprise--and a bit of a downer for a girl that went through all the effort of getting into something other than PJs to roll out of her government housing.

"You don't think they'll run out of flavors do you?" Honestly the most concerning question the moment she spots Ryuji.

When Norman had first arrived here, Majima had told him about arcades. And about the claw machine in particular - the ultimate challenge, and the ultimate reputation-builder should you beat it. Norman doesn't care about bragging rights, but he likes games. Challenges in particular. Still, the claw has proved too much for him so far.

The older girl's gotten farther than he usually can, and he winces in sympathy as the squid falls.

"Do you need another dollar?"

Ready! Be there soon.

She just hopes her nerves don't play through her texts. She's been frantically messaging Haru for the past few hours and digging through her closet in a frenzy to find anything she could wear out on this...date? Was this a date? She still doesn't know.

But she's ready now, and there's no going back on it. When she finally heads out her door, she's decked out in a jumper--a change from her normal wear of shorts and tees. One thing is sure, with it's bright green colors, she was going to be easy to spot in a crowd. She hopes it isn't too obnoxious, fiddling with the purse at her side nervously while walking to meet with Utena.

Now if she could just remember to relax and breathe throughout the night...she'd be fine.

[She's walking...she's walking... and she sees Futaba right behind her. Before she knows it, she starts to laugh. Not at Futaba, but at herself, and how wound up she got. Utena breathes out and walks back to meet up with her]

Hey, you-

[Whatever she was going to say vanishes from her mind once she gets a better look at Futaba. She... she really went all out, didn't she? Utena clears her throat and stretches her arms behind her back]

-you look nice.

Honestly of all the things he should be expecting to happen, it would be this.

Unfortunately, one cannot just expect an air horn blaring loudly in the middle of the night. He jolts up, covering his ears before shooting Futaba quite the death glare (as she's the one holding the air horn. Siblings, honestly).

"For fuck's sake, Futaba, it's the middle of the night and there are noise ordinances!" He practically sneers, reaching to pull it from her hands when he spots a familiar mop of black hair.

His anger evaporates, before he sits back and stares.

"Akira?" Goro's hesitant, before he laughs a bit. "When did you get back?"

Akira laughs aloud as Goro shoots straight up in the bed, enjoying his first dose of sibling treachery. He can't help but clap a little bit in a kind of sadistic joy.

Akira hops onto the bed next to Goro then, throwing his arms around his neck. "Just now, actually! Futaba got to me first, though I guess it was because you were sleeping."

Futaba is a fit of giggles as well, even with the admonishing. It's funny. She can't help it. And well, his reaction to Akira being back was well worth any nuisance complaint they were going to get.

"I couldn't just let him waltz in here like a normal person, Goro. It'd be criminal!" She sighs dramatically, flopping on the bed just opposite the two that were now practically cuddling. Gross--in a cute way.

[Seriously? Right in front of her salad?]

He can't help but roll his eyes at the both of them -- but he's smiling all the same. He lets Akira hang off of him, moving to wrap one arm around his waist before he places a chaste kiss on his cheek.

"He's used to break into my apartment all the time. Would it really be that criminal to let him show up like a normal person?"

Actually, that might have been more shocking if Akira just showed up out of the blue.

"I'm glad you're back though." He says, quieter then he means to.

Akira was trying not to do the kissing, but you know. It was hard not to at least hug!!! He didn't like... miss Goro in the way that he had been conscious for time away from him but even so he was very happy to be reunited.

"I would have probably just broken into your window if I didn't bring Futaba, let's not lie to ourselves", he responded with a shrug.

"Told you'd I'd be back, didn't I?"

"Either way, the start of this reunion was going to be a dumpster fire." It's simply fact, none of them can ignore that. Much like Futaba can't ignore the fact that the mood is slowly going slightly more sentimental than she signed on for.

"It's late though so...I'm just going to..." There may be vague motions towards the door as Futaba gets up. She flashes a final grin at Akira for a job well done concerning Operation: Air Horn. She doesn't want to keep being a third wheel, however. Nor does she want to cause a disruption to any moments they might have.

A quick, quiet exit is best.

"Well either way, thank you Futaba. I appreciate you deciding to wake me up to see Akira."

He is grateful but god did it have to be an air horn? Worst idea ever. He'll have his revenge one day (innocent revenge! No guns required). He relaxes the moment Futaba is gone, before he shoves Akira a bit.

"Don't... don't do that again." Goro is struggling to even be angry with him. He's back, he remembers -- he doesn't need to ask for anything else right now.

"No way, they've got so many!"

It's like nothing he's ever seen before, honestly. How do Americans every choose anything, if there's always like 100 things to pick from? Still, that's a pretty exciting concept when it happens to involve ice cream.

"Maybe we better have a top five list in case our first choices are gone, though. What do you think?"

Not too much? [It's asked with a bit of a grin, blush high on her cheeks. She had worried the color, one of her favorites, would have been a bit over the top.]

You look nice too...Guess we really are going somewhere fancy, huh? [She laces her hands together behind her back and teeters back and forth on her heels.] This will be fun.

I hope so. I haven't been to a place like this in forever.

[things Ohtori Academy is known for: 1) roses 2) the world's most questionable SGA and 3) loads of cash

Which explains why she's so casual about that. Moving on, she tilts her head and holds out her arm]

Hey, Futaba. How about we go together?

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Buy it, use it, break it, fix it

You were never supposed to leave | Closed to Akira and Goro | Backdated to Akira's Re-Arrival

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