March Training

[godsoffortune]

Who: Everyone
What: Information and Training
When: October 25th
Where: Outside the 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 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 what looks like an old, large warehouse behind the Meeting Hall for an informational meeting covering the basics of proper god behavior. Several chairs have been moved in, but they're squeezed together between packed shelves and boxes of old ritual clothing, scrolls and rusty or chipped household goods. 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.

Back copies of the "From Ama" magazine, including puff pieces about new or rising gods or successful shinki, advice columns for resolving problems between gods and shinki, temple photographs and other articles of interest to gods and shinki, have been brought out in boxes and piled up next to a table holding a few remaining copies of the shinki questionnaire for any new shinki who want to keep one around until they can answer the included questions.


What is your name?

What is your god's name?

How do you see your duties as a shinki?

What is your favorite part of life with your god?

What is your least favorite part of life with your god?

What advice would you like to give your god?

Do you wish to be assigned to a different god? []Y []N

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 white-robed shinki are still busy cleaning and preparing the Meeting Hall for the big annual meeting of the gods. They'll recruit anyone who looks as though they're not too busy in order to help scrub floors, weed, sweep paths and walkways, and shoo away any unwelcome little spirits that are hiding away in dark corners of the hall. Heavy lifting is good exercise... right?

Rest and Refreshments

There are casks of fresh, cold water near the dojo to make sure no one gets dehydrated, but for those who've finished working, hot tea and enough seasonal treats are available to make it look as though the Heavens bought out an entire sweet shop. They're being distributed by a few shinki in indigo-blue and plain brown robes with the sleeves tied back, who aren't above teasing the newcomers a bit.

Young shinki are playing in the nicely manicured garden, trying to catch crayfish at the lake edge, dashing around playing tag and hide-and-seek. Just be careful you don't get caught in the middle of a game of "Kagome"! If you do, you'll really be stuck until you guess someone's name.

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
• Enjoy a traditional tea
• Spectate if you want
• Have fun~

Comments

[disciprined]

[The insult is... well, insulting.

[And there is confetti in her hair. Why is there confetti? Mirei's sense of order is offended, pri.]

Are you gonna clear that up, pri? It's not very honorable to leave litter everywhere, pri.

[priforprince]

[ At this juncture, a bizarre thing occurs. This dapper, bright-seeming, all-around-upstanding example of the Perfect Gentleman wobbles in place. His eyes roll up in their sockets, and he nearly faints.

When he steadies himself, he sounds haggard. As if he's belatedly remembered something important and suffered dearly for the wait. ]

....Stop using sentence enders.

[disciprined]

Are you all right, pri? Do you need a glass of water?

[First he insults her - and Parajuku PriPara, which is worse.

[Now Shikyoin-san looks like he needs a long lie-down in a darkened room and, just perhaps, a priracetamol, and Mirei decides that now would be a very good time to forget all about that and see about finding this poor, suffering prince some help. Sunstroke? It would have to be a lot warmer for that to make sense. This place looks pretty well-organized, maybe there's a first-aid station around here somewhere?]

Maybe your... shinki?

[priforprince]

Silence will heal this particular malady.

[ One additional "pri" since the one that'd sniped her. That's.....She can still recover. She can hold this conversation.

She can claim the position she never should have lost.

UNLESS. ]

I trust you're able to gate out?

[ Please just. Please just say you can switch. Please say you brought PriPara with you and that's why you're Idol Mirei, not the much more manageable Minami-kun.

Actually, please demonstrate all of that without speaking. Speaking is the problem. ]

[disciprined]

[Huh. Maybe it's a migraine, then.

[The conversation appears to be continuing anyway. Mirei, pri-perfect idol that she is, would never dream of walking away from a conversation with a... well, even if he'd never said anything about her PriPara, this is a Parademy-Award Winning Actor here. Mirei's Idol Rank, thanks to hard work, Laala and SoLaMi Smile, is entirely respectable, but people like Shikyoin-san exist on a different plane. Still, she wants to be helpful, or at least not make matters any worse. If she can't be silent and still be understood, she can at least lower her voice.]

Oh - not exactly, pri. I guess this world doesn't have a PriPara, because I can change without the gate here. Isn't that weird, pri?

[Useful, too. Very. Mirei can think of several applications of this ability of hers, not all of which involve scheming. But no PriPara, though... how horribly unfair! How will girls get to live out their dreams now?]

[priforprince]

...Change now.

[ Despite Mirei's conpriderate lowering of her voice, Hibiki's own voice comes out as a raspy last gasp. Sweat stands out on her brow. Standing is taking every ounce of self-possession she has.

This is bad. She's gotten so used to the relative peace of the Far Shore that exposure to this many sentence enders is....!! ]

[disciprined]

Here, pri?

[What was Mirei just thinking about several applications?

[None of those would be aided by demonstrating said ability in public and certainly not in front of a man. There is a reason the booths in PriPara include a curtain: changing clothes in public is conduct unbecoming of an idol, entirely unseemly, and a public order offense leading to potential criminal conviction, loss of livelihood, stiff fines and possible custodial sentence.]

Not unless there's somewhere private, pri!

[priforprince]

Very well.

[ Hibiki snaps her fingers and a curtain appears all around Mirei, separating her from the rest of the populace. It's royal blue and has gold tassels at the bottom. It's also illusory, if Mirei tries to interact with it - but at least it's opaque.

Her job done, Hibiki crosses her arms. ] You've no objections now, correct? Make haste.

[ She's bearing up as best she can, but those last few "pris" have the back of her neck wet with nervous perspriration. ]

[1/2]

[disciprined]

[After the confetti, it's not quite as unexpected as it could be. An attempt to open the curtains ends in failure - or, more pricisely, with her fingers passing straight through the curtains. Well, the shortest distance between two points is a straight line: Mirei sticks her head through the curtains instead.]

I can think of a few, pri!

[Honestly. Back in private again, Mirei takes the opportunity to seethe a bit. This guy's really lucky he's the grandson of the founder of Paprika Academy because otherwise she might even be asking herself why she's still playing along, pri.]

[2/2]

[disciprined]

[The answer, though, is perfectly obvious: one cannot calculate correctly without a complete data set - and that applies to the unexpected presence of celebrity as much as it does to anything more pressing.

[PriPara changes are not discreet. Some light may seep through those illusory curtains before Mirei steps back through them - straight through, because if she hadn't had any time for fussing with where the imaginary exits were a moment ago, she certainly can't see the point of it now. Still, if this is the only way she and Shikyoin-san are going to have a productive conversation, there really is no way around it.]

What exactly is the cause of all this? You may be the grandson of our founder, but some kind of explanation would be polite.

[Behold: The balm to the Celebrity soul that is the absence of sentence enders, and Mirei as a bespectacled brunette.]

[priforprince]

[ She had to get in one last one. Hibiki is rubbing her head and wondering how much aspirin they have in the temple when a familiar light flashes behind the curtains. So she truly can PriPara Change.....Her god power? As expected of a Divine Idol.

Or, no. Of the seeds of a Divine Idol. Of a chick complacently nestled within its shell, unused to the harsh blows that will be required to break free into the sky. Should Hibiki, as a fully-fledged swan, support this endeavor? With encouragement, or deliberate conflict....?

Perhaps she'll just do whatever she feels like as the mood takes her. That plan never fails.

Her hand was still at her hairline, so she'll remove it. ] Are you referring to your sudden apotheosis, or my sentence ender allergy?

[ You weren't clear enough for her Exacting Standards. For shame. ]