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[ There's a debonaire-looking redhead on the deck of the ship, mandolin in his lap, strumming it casually. He's wearing a dusty red jazz suit, looking quite comfortable.]


Plum blossoms all have gone,
and peaches, even peaches too.
But cherries now come on.


Ah-- evening already.


The crimson sunset glow
is on the mountain, in the mist,
and on the sea below.


I do wonder how we've ended up on a ship, though I suppose the erratic rhythm of the City adjusts to these quirks. The ocean is usually quite pleasant in spring.



[[OOC: Mandolin playing to the tune of Ten Years Gone by Led Zeppelin. Yup. And he's reciting Japanese poetry-- translated haiku aren't really haiku anymore, but yanno. Feel free to sit and chat~]]

[ A slight shuffling sound, as though something's covered the device, and a soft, husky voice breaks in from the middle of her mumbled sentence, muffled ]

--st weird... Since when.. Is this another of the City's curses..?

My rhythm's so... different..

Mmmm... maybe Anezaki-san will lend me some of her clothes for the day...

[ There's a soft rustling, and the sound of plastic scraping over hollow metal ]

Ah, here we go-- these should fit...

I wonder if Koutarou's also-- ah--!

[ The clothes are pulled off the device when she notices the light shining through, and she makes a faint disgruntled noise. ]

Why was this on...


[[OOC: Accidentally posted to the Network when h-- she tried to turn it off. Aaaand here's Akako~! She's hot, she's got a huge rack, and she's got sexy long legs. She's also a bit more amorous than usual and she's looking at you, Koutarou. ;D

Art credit to the dearest sweetest most adorable paako, whom I love mostester. ♥]]

City, I have some questions I would like answered. Or perhaps the rulers of this playground would like a go?

What are the conditions one enters and leaves under?

Is this place truly situated "between worlds"?

Why bother? I know some of the people here may be fascinating, but I, myself, and many others I know, are just regular people. No "powers" or what have you.

How does time flow from our "home worlds" and here?

What is the purpose of this place?

And perhaps, lastly, would anyone here happen to play instruments?


[[OOC: See Akaba. See Akaba be social. See Akaba provoke the wrong kind of people and ask a lot of questions. See Akaba try to find other people with similar interests. :3 Gnite dears~ Sleep well, Poly. ♥]]

...Koutarou....


Should we not start considering our own apartment? I've heard they're free for minors.



And I have no idea who "Kawakami Bansai" is, but some legal documents appeared the other day, saying he was my brother.

--mm? The rhythm suddenly changed.


Strange.


I don't remember there being a metronome in the locker room.


[The speaker doesn't seem to deliberate on the sudden change in scenery, and with a few test chords, a guitar riff can soon be heard amidst the background noise.]

[[OOC: Akaba making his not-very-grand entrance to the City. Feel free to find an idiot in burgundy football gear, number 21, with a spider web design and blue sunglasses. He's sitting near the Fountain with a shiny black guitar in his lap, rocking out with Aerosmith.]]