I can move mountains, I can work a miracle [OPEN]

[rassera]

WHO: The residents of Nonah 05 + YOU!
WHERE: Nonah, Residence #005
WHEN: All month long (January)
WHAT: Nonah 05 open log for January Shenanigans
WARNINGS: Obligatory Bull and Tetsuo warnings apply.


Starters will be appearing in the comments. If you want something specific from any one person (Kaneda rassera, Tetsuo iamtetsuo, Bull rideme and Ken amadaman), feel free to drop them a line and ask! Otherwise, feel free to add your own starters for the whole household or individual residents as you like.

Comments

[missleadingquestions]

[Ah-- the cute girl woke up!!! Maya flips the broom behind her back and turns her attention to Kururu, giving a bow.]

Good morning, miss! I'm sorry if I woke you up!

[resoundingpledge]

's fine . . .

[ She rubs at her eyes, the sounds of righteous fury resolving into the familiar cadence of Ikki being scolded, and the broom hastily pulled behind Maya's back looking less and less like a spear.

And then the angel is bowing and that's just all kinds of wrong, and she scrambles a bit to sit up, her hair sticking out every which way. ]

No, it . . . it's fine, really, we're the ones imposing . . . !

1/2

[missleadingquestions]

Oh-- no, no, I don't really live here either.

[Maya laughs.]

I--

[...wait, why is she still here?]

[missleadingquestions]

...Um, anyway, are you hungry or anything?

[Just gonna avoid finishing that thought by taking care of this couched cutie.]

[resoundingpledge]

[ It's a small smile, a little bashful, but full of gratitude. He hand pats down her hair, trying to press it back into some form of vague respectability.

It's a bit futile; lost hair clips mingle with Ikki's feathers on the couch beside her, and without their weight the pink tufts just won't stay down.]

Breakfast would . . . actually be really nice. I didn't think we'd sleep this long . . .

[missleadingquestions]

[Oh no she's SO CUTE. Look at that hair. Maya grins, beckoning with her hand.]

C'mon! I think there's still rice made. Let's get you something to eat while this guy cleans up.

[Because fuck if she's gonna do it.]

[resoundingpledge]

Cleans . . . ?

[ And just at that moment, her fingers feel something in her hair. One of Ikki's feathers, the shaft nothing at all like a hair clip.

She. She pulls it out, staring.

And then looks at the couch. And to the other side of the couch. And then around the room, at the hall, as if she's finally woken up enough to see the disaster around her. ]

Was there a fight? I didn't realize . . .

[missleadingquestions]

Oh, it's fine. That kid just made a mess of his feathers, so I'm making him clean it up.

[BECAUSE SHE CLEANED THIS PLACE UP LAST NIGHT, GOSH DANGIT

It's bad enough the bathroom tub is stained from hair dying adventures. This kind of mess just makes her anxious.]

Don't worry about it!

[resoundingpledge]

[ He really shouldn't be moulting like this though, should he? Was it the season? Was he not eating right? Maybe there something his crow form needed that his human body didn't . . . ]

If he doesn't finish it, I'll help. But it's Ikki-kun . . . something like this shouldn't be hard at all, if he wants to.

[missleadingquestions]

Oh, don't worry.

He'll finish it. You don't have to do a thing.

[You're not the culprit here, Kururururu.]

[resoundingpledge]

[ She laughs a bit at that. It's just . . . it's familiar, or nostalgic, shades of Ringo and Mikan blending in the tones of Maya's voice.

Ringo's a long way away though. Everyone is. ]

I'd like to help, though. With something.

[ She picks her hair clips off the couch, brushing at least those feathers aside before she gets up. ]

[missleadingquestions]

Well, youuuu could put the kettle on while I get started, if you want?

[Maya answers, leading her into the kitchen.]

What's your name, by the way?

[resoundingpledge]

Ah, I should have . . .

It's Sumeragi. Kururu Sumeragi.

[ She pauses on the way to the kettle, bowing quickly. ]

It's nice to meet you.

I SURE LOST THIS TAG I'M SO SORRY

[missleadingquestions]

It's nice to meet you too! You can call me Maya.

[She points out where the kettle is, starting to take out some supplies to cook with. There's always so many eggs in this house.... They take Ken's love of eggs very seriously.]

Kururu's a pretty cute name...

It's fine, it's fine!

[resoundingpledge]

[ She's not even sure what to say to that, though the heat of her cheeks as she fills the kettle answers for her. ]

It's . . .

'Maya' is really nice too. It sounds elegant.

[missleadingquestions]

Ah--

[Maya stops suddenly, looking at Kururu in surprise.

'Elegant'? When has anyone ever used that word to describe Maya Fey?]

O-oh. Thanks.

[well. This just got slightly awkward oops]

[resoundingpledge]

[ Had no one really ever . . . ? But it seemed so obvious. It wasn't just her name—it was in the way she moved, her whole body effortlessly choreographed into each motion. The way the gentle sway of her hair matched the sway of her hips as she walked, how it would be just as easy to picture the same movements under layers of embroidered robes. Even the way the plain, mass-produced dishware became something else in her hands, cupped with unconscious ceremony, as if the history and value it lacked was seeped instead into her very bones. ]

What are you making?

[missleadingquestions]

[Perhaps it had been noticeable to others-- or perhaps they'd been too focused on the demeanor Maya tended to put forth. After all, she did have a habit of presenting herself as silly and excitable.

...At least, no one had ever said they noticed. A bit pink, Maya starts returning to her task.]

Well, the best thing to make to feed a lot of people is rice, right?

[She asks, looking at Kururu over her shoulder as she reaches up to grab the rice cooker off the fridge.]

[resoundingpledge]

The best thing for any meal is rice.

Not that others are bad, it's just . . . not the same. Not when it's days at a time.

[ Digging into her pockets, she . . . comes up with a wrench, putting it absently on the counter beside the tea pot.

And then a caliper. A pair of pliers, another wrench . . . her brows start furrowing. They had been right here, hadn't they . . . ?]

[missleadingquestions]

Right? Rice you can have like, any time...

[It's easy to make, too, which means even when everyone is tired, the whole house can have a meal.

As Kururu starts laying things on the counter, Maya turns to look, curious.]

...Whatcha doin'?

[resoundingpledge]

My hair clips . . .

[ She smooths a hand over her hair self-consciously. It springs up again as soon as her hand passes, fwippy and rebellious and nothing at all like Maya's respectable multi-hued rainbow. ]

They were here . . . here?

[ A socket set joins the pile. Two screwdrivers. Some band-aids. ]

[missleadingquestions]

Oh-- weren't they on the couch?

[At least, that's where she'd thought she noticed them. She'd notice little things like that-- things she'd otherwise have to pick up for Pearl. But to her Kururu's flippy hair was cute, and she'd figured it was more of an aesthetic thing than super necessary.]

Want me to go look?

[resoundingpledge]

It's fine! I mean, you're cooking, and I'm sure I . . .

[ Two more handfuls of tools, her communicater (that's where it went . . .), a phone that looks like it's about ten years out of date, and—]

Aha! I knew they were here.

[missleadingquestions]

Well! At least they're not lost.

So, you like putting hair clips in, huh?

[Files that away, nbd.]

[resoundingpledge]

[ 'Like' . . . that catches her off guard, a little. ]

It's not . . . really like that. It just . . . keeps it out of the way.

[ Another self conscious pat as she tries to find the most rebellious of the tufts, locking it down. ]