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maskormenacelogs2016-02-03 10:56 pm
resoundingpledge) wrote in maskormenacelogs2016-02-03 10:56 pm
With your baby's breath, breathe symphonies
WHO: Residents of Nonah #005, adopted members of Nonah #005, stray birds, stray cats, stray dogs, visitors to Nonah #005, neighbours of Nonah #005, people passing Nonah #005 on the street . . .
WHERE: Nonah #005
WHEN: Feb. 3
WHAT: Setsubun! Bean throwing!! Family dinner!!!
WARNINGS: Teenagers
[Demons outside!
Good fortune inside!
. . . or maybe just an excuse for not-at-all homesick teenagers to throw sweet-crunchy roasted soybeans around the rooms of the house (presumably to invite good fortune in and not just to make a mess), or at anyone who wants to play the part of a demon and be chased out. There's a few bowls of soybeans and paper oni masks around for those who want to join in on the fun.
Unfortunately, due to the absolutely deplorable state of the local supermarket, there's a decided lack of thick, unsliced sushi rolls. They tried, they really did. But as it turns out, defeat might not be a bad thing: instead of sushi, a large electric skillet and two platters dominate the dinner table. One is stacked high with sliced nappa cabbage, mushrooms, onion and cubes of firm tofu; the other has thin strips of beef, ready for the pan.
The first sizzle of cooking meat might just be enough to call out anyone still lingering away from the fun, but if not, at least two helpful birds will poke heads around doors. After that, it's an every-person-for-themselves battle of can you get that piece of meat just as it's finished cooking? Or will that mushroom be stolen just as the sweet soy sauce broth marinates it to perfection?
That's the fun of sukiyaki though, it's the best of family and celebratory meals. And there's been a lot worth celebrating.
Demons out. Good fortune in.]
WHERE: Nonah #005
WHEN: Feb. 3
WHAT: Setsubun! Bean throwing!! Family dinner!!!
WARNINGS: Teenagers
[Demons outside!
Good fortune inside!
. . . or maybe just an excuse for not-at-all homesick teenagers to throw sweet-crunchy roasted soybeans around the rooms of the house (presumably to invite good fortune in and not just to make a mess), or at anyone who wants to play the part of a demon and be chased out. There's a few bowls of soybeans and paper oni masks around for those who want to join in on the fun.
Unfortunately, due to the absolutely deplorable state of the local supermarket, there's a decided lack of thick, unsliced sushi rolls. They tried, they really did. But as it turns out, defeat might not be a bad thing: instead of sushi, a large electric skillet and two platters dominate the dinner table. One is stacked high with sliced nappa cabbage, mushrooms, onion and cubes of firm tofu; the other has thin strips of beef, ready for the pan.
The first sizzle of cooking meat might just be enough to call out anyone still lingering away from the fun, but if not, at least two helpful birds will poke heads around doors. After that, it's an every-person-for-themselves battle of can you get that piece of meat just as it's finished cooking? Or will that mushroom be stolen just as the sweet soy sauce broth marinates it to perfection?
That's the fun of sukiyaki though, it's the best of family and celebratory meals. And there's been a lot worth celebrating.
Demons out. Good fortune in.]
Ikki
He found some plastic horns and some makeup from a party supply store and, in lieu of a loincloth, was just wearing a ratty yellow towel. IT WAS NOT STOPPING THIS ONIKKI FROM LUNGING IN AT THE SUKIYAKI.]
DIBS! ON ALL OF IT!
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[It sort of feels like he went out for the night -- for a lot of reasons -- and then came back to a completely different house. If it weren't for the cats charging over to make sure he's really home, he would have thought he'd walked into the place next door or something.]
[Bull just sort of stands in the open doorway to the backyard. Looming and confused.]
[Where did all the decorations and bowls of green bean things come from. Why is there so much food and cooking crap around. What is going on here.]
... Uh.
Wrong house?
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Kaneda
So this? This is new, in a nostalgic way. Kaneda had just gotten back from taking a run with Capsule when the house decided to transform into a springtime festival. Closing the door behind them, he notices the decorations and soybeans thrown about like confetti. The dog certainly noticed them, wiggling over to roll around and try to gobble them up as fast as his little golden retriever heart would let him.
Kaneda, however, paces the perimeter curiously, gears spinning in his head as he studies this. The soybeans, the bowl of masks, the smell of something sizzling in the kitchen.
It's hard not to crack a smile as he collects up a few of those beans, tossing them in his hand playfully as he heads to the kitchen to hang limply on the doorframe.]
Maya is going to kill you.
[It's more amused than anything, continuing to toss those beans and roll them in his fist like a pair of dice. Anyone who passes him miiiight get those flicked at them playfully. He is the oldest off the sons--it's only fair.
For the first time, the house felt Japanese. Who's he to complain about that?]
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2/5 i lied
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Tetsuo
[Every day he's spent here has brought some new reminder that he's not in Neo Tokyo. Some are painful because they're weird; the convenience stores carrying the wrong kinds of items, the lack of 'edible' foods, the portion sizes on everything. The American flags everywhere. Street signs were illegible. Homes looked weird - he'd been in some before.
Some are even more painful because they're better, small reminders of just how bad a shithole his city really was. Clean water, really clean. The food tasted so much better; everything here was the best he'd ever had compared to Neo Tokyo. Real fish was both cheap and edible. They didn't have days when you had to wear smog masks, or avoid the rain, and snow wasn't remotely radioactive. The place smelled cleaner, overall, and you could go for miles without encountering devastation. There were no broken reminders of a destroyed future here.
Instead, he was stuck in the country responsible.
Many could argue that he's lucky to be here, but to him, he's just felt more and more disconnected and lost than ever before. Tetsuo's always been an outsider; in the home, celebrations were meager offerings at best, completely ignored at worst. But they'd try, in their own way, and traditions still existed even if he'd been too unimportant to society to really partake in them most of the time.
Not so, here. The closest to anything he'd ever gotten that he understood, in his half year here, was celebrating New Year's with Kazu, or that time Kaneda got him takeout for his birthday. America just didn't seem to understand festivals. It was like they had no soul here; nothing seemed to matter to these bastards.
Until this.
Tetsuo's usually stayed elusive around the house, but severe homesickness and desperation to feel like he's part of something combined ensures that for once, he's there without needing much prompting. And despite his attempts to be aloof, he can't completely hide his enthusiasm - not unless something ruins this for him, anyway.]
a) cheaters gonna cheat
[Tetsuo stays a little ways away at the end of the table. It'd seem like that's a disadvantage to get anything; who'd want to make it harder to get food? And that would be the case, for anyone who isn't Tetsuo. Proximity to the communal bowl is for people who aren't gifted like him, and presumably for people who have manners, unlike him. There's probably an etiquette manual for telekinetics. It reads like this: watch what Tetsuo does, and do the exact opposite.
Any choice bits he wanted snagged before he gets them are telekinetically yanked away and into his waiting chopsticks like the insufferable cheating bastard he always wanted to be.]
b) bean fight? bean fight
[While he's going to either have to be talked into a mask or have one put on him, he's definitely on board for flinging beans everywhere. Flinging them at people in oni masks is expected. Flinging them as hard as possible, a little less warranted. Flinging them at everyone regardless of costume? Definitely uncalled for, but it's only a matter of time before that's exactly what happens.]
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a but lbr he's probably gonna try to drown her in the beans eventually anyway
sooner rather than later
i'd be worried otherwise
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Komasan
There are beans.
After being out and about doing whatever the heck Komasan does on his own,
probably digging in garbage again,what better way to return to N5 than make a nuisance of himself. ...Except it looks like someone already has that covered when he walks in. Bummer.But Komasan's seen this before, they used to do this at his shrine all the time before it got torn down. Is...is he allowed to play this game? This seems like a human thing.
Unsure what to do, he simply defaults to standard komainu protocol: He sits outside the door and helps protect against the demons. H-He's not the guardian or anything, he just...wants to help.]
I'm really hungry, zura...
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Yayoi
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Ken;
Why.
If you're trying to walk through that doorway -- sorry. Ken's standing there, totally in your way.]
Ken;
HOLY SHIT the joke i'd been thinking of
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Maya
...But why's it gotta be Setsubun? She knows damn well no one but she and Ken are going to clean up all of these stupid roasted soybeansand she's going to be finding them rolling out from under the couch for months.
Wonderful....
But even that can't put a permanent damper on Maya's mood. After all, there's food involved, and Maya's not one to reject sukiyaki.]
Man, this smells amazing!
[She has to admit. Any meal she doesn't have to cook is appreciated with this one. Really, she'd love it if they had fishcakes too, but it's a little tougher to get a hold of those around here.]
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Hazel (i'm not late shut up)
[what exactly is Hazel still doing hanging around here so often? it's hard to tell, since she certainly isn't going to give a straight answer. but that little basement room is still seeing plenty of use, so it's not really that much of a surprise to find the door to the dungeon opening up once Setsubun's gotten in full swing.
all you intergalactic alien freaks may understand what the fuck is going on here, but as a COMPLETELY NORMAL HUMAN BEING Hazel can only look down at the second carpet of beans in complete and utter bemusement.]
...did someone let a fucking vampire into the house or something?
[because clearly there's no other explanation for why there are so many tiny objects strewn across the floor. objects that make a really pleasing crunch when she steps on them - and suddenly Hazel doesn't particularly care what the explanation to all this is.
severe apologies to whoever's probably going to be cleaning this up, because she's making it her mission to stomp on as many of these little shits as she can find. it's like she's a toddler and someone just handed her an entire roll of bubblewrap.]
two;
[why are there so many masks just sitting around? further questions Hazel doesn't have an answer to.
but if they're not going to do anything with them then she sure as hell will, and that's how she ends up wearing three of these silly oni masks at once - two around the top of her head and one hanging from her neck. why does she need this many? another mystery for the ages.
the other masks don't get away clean just because she can't find anywhere to hang them, of course - in lieu of tormenting herself with the delicious wafting scent of food she's set about embellishing these meager masks with her own art supplies. some of them get silly Groucho mustaches and glasses, but most of them actually look pretty damn nice: anything from flowering vines to war paint to geometric patterns now adorn the things.
of course, she has no idea what wearing an oni mask tonight actually means. and since she's so preoccupied with her art project, well...]
three;
[WELL SHE FUCKING KNOWS WHAT THE POINT OF ALL THIS IS NOW
Hazel is hurling beans at everyone in sight. if you're moving, there's a bean coming at you. if you're Kaneda, the bowl is probably still attached to them. there is no mercy, there is only the battle.
at some point she is probably going to run out of beans and start rummaging in the kitchen for similarly-sized projectiles as if no one is going to notice the swap. don't let her take them.]
three
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