February Training

[godsoffortune]

Who: Everyone
What: Information and Training
When: October 15th
Where: Meeting Hall, the Far Shore
Summary: Training and informational sessions for newly arrived gods and shinki



Gods and shinki arriving at heaven's meeting hall are, should they allow it, guided to the Meeting Hall, where a reception area and a traditionally styled dojo and training ground have been made available for the day. The gods and shinki are free to take their time during this day to learn about the details of their new life from Amaterasu's shinki or from the many veteran new god and shinki volunteers.




God Training

Newly arrived gods are escorted into a traditional reception room within the Meeting Hall for an informational meeting covering the basics of proper god behavior. A minor deity is giving the speech, and none of the white-robed shinki enter. They are encouraged to discuss the information with each other and ask questions of more experienced gods, as well as instructed to guide their new shinki appropriately.

Shinki Training

Various shinki in the white-and-gold of Amaterasu's hosuehold are stationed around the dojo, passing out helpful informational pamphlets. They will be happy to instruct the newcomers in the use of the borderline as well as offering an explanation of what is expected of a shinki and the importance of teamwork with other shinki and with gods. Shinki are encouraged to work together to practice what they've learned and discuss their perspectives.

A training game has been set up through a section of the Meeting Hall gardens, with little cut-outs of ayakashi hidden in the landscaping, tucked into bushes or taped under bridges. Prize ribbons are being offered for every ten "ayakashi" a shinki (or team) discovers.

Physical Training

The dojo is stocked with a wide variety of practice weapons, traditional and modern, to offer some practice opportunity to gods who, for example, find themselves with a sword shinki but are at risk of cutting off their own toes. It's also useful for veteran new gods wishing to train with their current partner shinki. Several magically animated straw-stuffed training dummies, many of which have been carefully mended and patched with neat black stitching, are set up on the lawn with a white-robed shinki hovering nearby to watch over them. They make good training partners, although anyone who comes too close risks being targeted for a sparring match whether they wanted one or not.

The pond behind the dojo has had dozens wooden poles sunk in it, spaced a few feet apart, with a bunch of brightly colored ribbons tied around the pole in the very center. Some of the white-robed shinki are practicing scaling the poles and leaping from one to the next, until they get close enough that they can snatch a ribbon from the center pole, and several have fallen in and are being teased by their fellows.

Rest and Refreshments

Instead of snacks being served at the training session, this week, white-robed shinki with little flags are conducting groups of newcomers and volunteers down to the Tokyo Daijingu shrine and into a street festival currently being held in Tokyo. Traditional dance troupes are performing on street corners, and vendors have every kind of fall street foods, from barbecue to takoyaki, chocolate-dipped bananas and red-bean pancakes. New arrivals will get a white-and-gold envelope with spending money for the fair, although gods and shinki who have had some time to settle in will have to handle their own lunch expenses.

In Summary:

• Get all the information you can handle
• Veteran new gods and shinki are welcome to volunteer showing the ropes
• Get in some training
• Go to a festival
• Spectate if you want
• Have fun~

Comments

[redotiertwo]

Says the guy keeping a picture of a receipt just in case he's asked whether he bought anything ever.

[Davesprite's just going to finally open his bag now and see about this caramel thing.]

[kokuyoyo]

I said I keep everything...

[sulk sulk sulk]

[Anyway, enjoy your sweet treat, Davesprite. Children love them, which says something about the almost honey-flavored treat.]

[redotiertwo]

So you're saying you're also a weirdo. [Davesprite just points that one out casually before he settles to taking a bite of the sweet.

It's...not what he was expecting, but not in a bad way either, and he holds it out to look at it.] Damn, sugar is some fucking versatile shit.

[kokuyoyo]

...I mean, you already knew that.

[So that's nothing new to either of them. Chikusa is well aware of his own weird personality and lifestyle, although at least now he has some measure of context for it. Finishing off one skewer, he slides it out carefully from the fingers it's inbetween.]

So does that pass approval...?

[redotiertwo]

Yeah, but the way you were talking before kind of implied you weren't including yourself in that group. [Implications are important, Chikusa.

Judging by the fact that Davesprite is still eating the karumeyaki, he doesn't object to it, and he gives Chikusa a vague thumbs up.]

It's trashy fair food, which is exactly what I came for.

[kokuyoyo]

If you ever need more, there's cotton candy around, too.

[A few more bites, and that's another skewer tossed away.]

I didn't expect it to be popular here...

[redotiertwo]

Yeah, I'm pretty sure I saw that, at least some festival trash food is universal.

[Then again, he's pretty sure most people would find the idea of fluffy, melting candy novel enough to get popular.]

I saw some people making like. Candy animals and stuff as well.

[kokuyoyo]

Shove those into your mouth too?

[Says the person eating more from his literal handful of food.]

[redotiertwo]

Can't buy anything I gotta request, can I, the stallholder would run screaming in the other direction. Also, hi pot, sounds like you need to meet my friend kettle who also shittalks people for eating normal amounts of food while eating a literal handful of it himself.

[That's not how that metaphor usually goes, but it's Davesprite.]

[kokuyoyo]

[At least it's some sort of metaphor. Chikusa shrugs, taking another bite.]

I like food. And Japanese.... isn't that bad. I'm used to it now.

[Especially with some of his memories back, adding even more of a background.]

[redotiertwo]

You'd want to be fucking used to it, how long have you been here now. [Not as long as Davesprite, but it'd have to be a solid few months by now. In any case, it doesn't feel like all that much of an excuse.]

But I'm holding to the fact that you're currently a far more prime example of stuffing face.

[kokuyoyo]

Ah.... Probably a year, now, I think...

[That's when he took on the "Chikusa" name, right? Oh, sorry, were they talking about being dead-]

Anyway, you should see Ken doing it...

[redotiertwo]

You haven't been here for a year, I haven't even been here for a year. I don't think this shit's even been going on for a year. [Calling Chikusa out on that one, since Davesprite kind of figures he's avoiding the question a bit.]

I don't really want to if he's anything like as bad as you, my dude.

[kokuyoyo]

I've been in Japan, in general, for a year. Not dead for that long.

[ c h o m p ]

And Ken is a thousand times worse.

[redotiertwo]

Right, you remembered shit. [Davesprite says that a little flatly. Remembering shit is always A Ride.]

You'll be glad to know you're plenty fucking bad yourself, so you and your dog crush can go and gross out everyone else binge-eating on your dates. [Fun date ideas.]

[kokuyoyo]

I fail to see what's gross about just eating.... Isn't it worse when people just get it all over themselves while they're eating?

[No comment on the date idea.]

[redotiertwo]

I mean yeah, that's worse, but that doesn't mean watching people stuff their faces isn't gross. Makes you feel weird and unclean, you know, secondhand embarrassment kind of thing except with gross greasy food.

[Davesprite definitely does not sound actually offended about this, but then, he does have more reason to complain about feeling greasy than most when he has feathers to worry about.]

[kokuyoyo]

Can't relate.

[Who wouldn't want to shove their face full of food, after all?]

So no stuffing for you today....

[redotiertwo]

Dude, keep the stuffing to your bedroom, I don't want to see that kinky shit you and your boyfriend get up to.

[Chikusa kind of left the door wide open for that one considering the previous topics of conversation.]

[kokuyoyo]

[On one hand, he shouldn't ask, but on the other-]

Since when is that a kink?

[redotiertwo]

Since the dawn of time, probably, but the internet yields all to those unwise enough to plumb those seedy depths for literally anything deeper than the surface level.

[Just don't use the internet, it's probably safer.]

[kokuyoyo]

....Keep that to your bedroom. I don't need to hear about the kinky shit you and your porn habits get up to.

[Turnabout is fair play.]

[redotiertwo]

Funny how that doesn't really work when you asked me to explain how it was a kink, but you get a D for trying I guess.

[Turnabout might be fair play, but Davesprite pointing out Chikusa just asked for a thing and then acted like he didn't is also fair play.]

[kokuyoyo]

It still counts.

[Or Chikusa is just lazy as he flicks another stick into a nearby trash can after it's been picked clean.]

[redotiertwo]

In the most technical sense, sure, the way an anatomical diagram of a dick counts as porn.

[In other words: it doesn't except to prudes and soccer moms.]