007 | Clean Up Your Act

[godsoffortune]

Who: Everyone!
What: Spring cleaning
When: All day April 15
Where: All around the Heavens
Summary: The Heavens don't like things being cluttered, so it's time to clean up a little bit.







Main Hall

While the main hall of the Heavens seems spotlessly clean at all times, that's not the case at all. In fact, it's been at least a decade since the last time they actually cleaned everything out properly. There are a lot of hidden closets and back rooms that have layers of dust and dozens of boxes filled with nothing but junk. Who knows, though! You might find something interesting and useful in there along with all the garbage.

Suprises

Unfortunately, some of the older temples on the Far Shore seem to have some interesting surprises tucked away, ranging from cursed artifacts all the way to magical creatures locked up in long-forgotten rooms. You are free to be creative with this as a way to get your characters into trouble while cleaning.

Complimentary Dinner

After all of your hard work, you deserve to have some tasty food and refreshing beverages. So the Heavens have provided that for you, so that you can wind down after a long day. It's not as fancy as the banquets they often put on, but there is a nice array of food and drinks for everyone to enjoy.

Counselling

As usual, there is a white-robed shinki bearing the gold chrysanthemum of Amaterasu sitting at a table in the Main Hall. There is a small sign that denotes her as the counselling shinki. Anyone is welcome to approach her, and she will smile serenely at anyone passing by as well.



In Summary:

• Clean up your home
• Help clean others' homes
• Get the main hall clean too!
• Hope no hidden magic jumps out
• Seek counselling if you need it
• Enjoy your complimentary dinner
• Have fun~

Comments

Keito Hasumi | Ensemble Stars! | ota

[lecturehall]

Free Space @ wherever

[Kind of weird that he was brought here, told he was a god and that he couldn't go home and then forced to clean but whatever. He'll take the distraction. Needs it, really. Unfortunately, the clothes he's stuck in aren't really meant for cleaning and while he's managed to scrounge up a pair of sweatpants he has yet to put them on. Because he has yet to figure a way out of his outfit.

Sequestered away in a corner, he can be found moving flaps around and untying strings only to fix them all back into place when nothing changes. It's frustrating. He's been here for what feels like hours (twenty minutes) and no progress is being made! In a fit of desperation, he grabs the sleeve of the first person who passes by.]

You. Are you good with clothes? Help me figure a way out of this!

"""ghostbusting""" @ also wherever

[That sure was a box of files thrown out of a window just like that sure was a shout just heard. An ayakashi skitters out through the hole as another box is sent crashing through. Keito rushes out of the room after it, red-faced and wheezing as he keeps throwing files at the nimble creature. In between each throw, he shouts:]

I don't— know— what— you— want— from me! [Aaand there goes his last file. Damn. The ayakashi leaps at him. Keito ducks into a crouch at the last second, a poof of flower petals accompanying his yelp.]

What...? [He stares at them, bewildered, before the ayakashi jumps after him again.

Someone help him. Ancient paperwork doesn't make for a very good weapon.]

free space

[miraculo]

[ Well. Ch'yaaa, she's good with these types of robes. She was a miko before! And is still in her miko garb. Which he grabs the sleeve of. ] Eh? [ It takes her a moment to understand him and what he wants, and she has to simple stare at him, shocked, because those look expeeeennnnnsive.

What is he doing, wanting to take those off?! IT LOOKS SO PRETTY. ] But-- that sort of thing... it looks really nice on you! [ He wears it well! ] You could probably get away with not cleaning anything if you kept it on. Others would understand that it shouldn't be dirtied!

[lecturehall]

[Ignoring that small beam of pride Keito feels at someone complimenting the outfit his friend made, he pushes his glasses up and gives Sanae a stern look.]

Flattery won't cover up the rest of your rudeness. We haven't even met and you're already assuming I'm the type of person to shirk my given duties with such a flimsy excuse. I may not be keen on being forced into this sort of inane chore after being... [... whatever they had been. Abducted? Whatever. He waves it away.] The point is I wouldn't be pleased lying around relaxing while everyone else works. Not unless I was busy with my own work.

[And he's going back to fiddling with the outfit, tugging straps and things. Really, Sanae should feel lucky. He could have lectured her for much longer. Oh. Wait. He's looking at her again.]

... So are you going to help or what?

[miraculo]

[ Yeeeeeeeeeeesh, this guy! ] Ah-- I didn't mean it like that. [ Honest! She had assumed that because he was wearing such fine clothes, he was someone much more important! ...But of course even that sounds bad, and she'd rather not put her foot in her mouth again. At the very least, she assumes that he's more important than her.

Anyway, she waves her hands and then bows apologetically. ] My apologies.

[ Hopefully that's enough to spare her any more of that lecture. But okay, okay, she'll get right to work. ] Well... first off, you have to untie this string right here. [ She takes a step closer, to hold the ends of which in one hand. ] The knot's not too complicated, but if you could raise your arms, please...?

[lecturehall]

[He nods and does it, not seeming to care about how ridiculous he definitely looks.] Thanks.

[Actually, he's a bit grateful. This makes it easy to take off his ear mic. Or whatever those are called. Anyway, he'll just hold that in his hand while taking a peek at her clothing.]

You're a miko?

[miraculo]

[ Well she can only take off a few of the outer robes and fold them (properly!! so that it doesn't get any extra creases), setting them on a chair nearby. She will, of course, stop at the base kimono. Surely he doesn't need help untying the fastening there.

....But as she sees the mic removed, she has to question actually who he is. Because a mic is not something you see paired often with an outfit like that. Just who is this guy?

--Ah, he's being polite again. She'll answer cordially, smiling. ] Mm, my name is Sanae Kochiya. I just arrived as the god of miracles. [ She was a god in her homeworld, too, so there's no extra name. ] I... also used to be a miko before I arrived here. And yourself...?

free space

[galactically]

[Random Fact #1: Sheryl Nome does not take well to being suddenly grabbed.

Random Fact #2: Pain tends to ensue whenever she's grabbed by a stranger, spurring on a self-defense gesture that she's developed during her time in show business. Paparazzi and certain hands-on male fans can be merciless.

While she's in the middle of a quiet stroll, walking like she owns the hallway, there's a surprised shriek out of her at feeling her sleeve tugged before she glares at this rude man. It's a short-sleeved gray top with pink lines that match her tight-fitted sweatpants, and she really doesn't like random hands on it, no sirree — especially not if he's dressed like he came out of a kabuki theater minus the hair and make-up.]

Just who the hell do you think you are? [A very curt tone.] Keep your hands off me!

[And thus, Sheryl elbows Keito. Really hard. 8(]

[lecturehall]

[A chick who looks like she came from yoga class doesn't get to criticize fashion choices. Nor does she get to elbow a guy in the ribs. It's not like Keito's a wimp but—well. No. He is and this hurts. He lets go of her in order to properly hold his ribs and curl over, wheezing for air.

He really is a wimp although he is giving her a pretty intimidating glare.]

Was that really necessary? Don't automatically assume every—[he winces]—stranger is going to mug you.

[galactically]

[Funny enough, Sheryl does teach a yoga class. If Keito expects her to cower under his glare, he'll be in for a disappointment; giant bio-mechanical bugs from outer space are scarier than him.

She adjusts the sleeve of her shirt, giving him a very bored expression with a roll of her eyes. Had it been anyone else, she would've apologized, but—]

Listen, boy. Don't assume you can get away with putting your hands on me like some desperate idiot.

[lecturehall]

["Desperate"? Gurl.]

Don't address me as your junior. [Or at least don't call him "boy". Ugh. Breath caught, he straightens and... well. Keeps his distance, honestly. He's not stupid.] And don't speak to me as if I'm some slobbering lecher. Aside from the fact that it's false, you're thinking too highly of yourself. Being a violent brute is bad enough; conceit would destroy any of your remaining appeal.

[What little there is. But whatever. He'd much rather go back to struggling than waste his time with someone useless. Taking the now-defunct mic from his ear, he shoos her away.] In any case, it's clear you're not going to be helpful. I'm sorry, but with all that's going on I'd rather not deal with someone uncooperative. You can go.

[Shoo. Shoo, shoo.]

[missy elliott's rap in the new ghostbusters theme]

[kendont]

Chest...!

[That will be the first familiar word Keito hears as Souma barges into the room. He'd heard the sounds of a scuffle, and so he'd jumped in immediately! With his katana drawn, he looks exceptionally great pushing through those flower petals to swing his katana at the ayakashi.

It does no real damage, but it does send the beast flying backwards for the time being.]

Stay back! [His free hand reaches out to create a shield between Keito and the ayakashi that's recovering ahead.] Creatures like this are quick to harm the innocent!

u know the way to dance into my heart

[lecturehall]

For once I'm glad to see your sword out. [Despite all of Souma's training, Keito's still surprised he can use it. Something about contained practice being different from a live performance. Well, he won't complain about it this time. He'll gladly take the time Souma grants him, fixing his glasses and catching his breath as he watches Souma's back.

He stood differently when he died.

The thought strikes reality and changes it. Time moves slower, his surroundings feel colder. The situation becomes methodical, easily rationalized and analyzed. Keito can see the ayakashi's hind legs compress and counts the seconds until it's in the air. He can see it coming and for once, he acts.]

Move! [Without thinking, he tackles Souma to the side just as the ayakashi leaps towards them. With the sword it feels unnecessary but there's some small satisfaction there anyway. A small hope that maybe he prevented another stupid sacrifice.

For all its menace the ayakashi is relatively small. The leaps take a lot of energy. If the current pattern keeps up they should have a minute before it launches itself at them again. Keito takes advantage of the time, grabbing Souma's face and installing one last safeguard.] Listen to me. Kanzaki Souma, as your god I forbid you from fighting alone.

[For a guy like Kanzaki, that should be enough to keep him from acting too stupid.]

winks

[kendont]

M-my god? I have found...

[Souma's been thoroughly knocked to the ground, his katana sliding a few feet away in the whole ordeal. Now, he could only focus on that dizzying feeling and the way this person's hands felt strangely familiar, even on his face like this. He's staring into his eyes and feeling strangely overwhelmed.

These words are ones he can trust even above the usual. Where are these feelings coming from...? Without thinking, he reacts to this feeling and bows himself further in front of Keito. His forehead practically touching the ground, he says what first comes to mind.]

Please forgive me! I only wanted to protect you!

[That ayakashi is only so slow, though.]

[lecturehall]

[Yeah, Keito's keeping an eye on it. He yanks Souma to the side as it leaps again. The movement switches their positions and not much else.]

I know. [That was all Souma ever wanted to do. That was all—] There's nothing to forgive. Don't make it an issue. Just don't rush so thoughtlessly into harm's way. And—[God... fucking dammit, Souma. Keito grits his teeth as he tries to pry Kanzaki's head off of the ground.]—you don't have to bow!

team mom is here (clothes problems)

[softpunk]

[Keito doesn't have to grab him to get his attention; once Kuro's noticed the guy, he can't help being drawn to him. Maybe it's just that he needs help, maybe it's something else-- what exactly it is, he couldn't really explain. All he knows for sure is he can't just ignore him.]

Havin' a little trouble, huh?

[Kuro inspects his outfit for just a moment-- it really doesn't take long for him to figure out, but his attention stays focused there, fingers tugging lightly at a couple of those strings.

It's probably for the best that he's not looking at Keito right now, considering the situation (not that he knows about it.)]

See, these are just decorative-- there's your problem, you're going after the wrong ones.

christ here comes the melodrama

[lecturehall]

[They had told him his name when he had arrived. It had made sense in the most abstract way. If they were going to be abducted after a live, it made sense for them to be taken as a unit, just as it made sense for them to be referred to as "his". He was the leader of Akatsuki, they were his subordinates. It made sense.

The difference in clothing could also be explained. Kuro was essentially their personal tailor. The fact that he would be the first out of his costume was to be expected. It made sense.

The pieces hadn't fully fit together.]

I could have sworn they went with something... [He mutters before sighing.] Once again, I'm helpless without your—[His tongue swells and chokes his words. Something's wrong. A single word and his body is tense, heart drumming as he gets the distinct feeling that he's walking a tightrope about to snap. One more word—no, any more words—about them and what they were would be dangerous.

In the back of his mind, Keito knows what's happening but he can't comprehend it. Alarmed, he finally looks at Kuro—

—Only to see the back of stage kimono as he rushed ahead. Keito feels the distinct push of being pushed back and a hoarseness in his throat. He was shouting something. Kuro's name or one final order or plea before the stage crashed down—

Keito's grip on Kuro's hand is painful. He can't recognize it, too focused on how his hand is warm and solid and how that conflates with the vision he just saw. The truth is coming forward in full force now, the pieces connecting even as he tries to scatter them. Death, possession, weapons, amnesia—How was he supposed to believe that was true? They had just won against fine. They had just won the right to stay together. This wasn't how it was supposed to go.]

—Kiryu?

[Please, just say his name back.]

it's gonna kill me

[softpunk]

[He endures that tight grip without a word; Kuro may not know what's going on, what's wrong, but the look on Keito's face makes it obvious enough that he shouldn't force him to let go. Not when it seems like he needs something to cling to.

But it's still a little strange to have someone he's sure he's never seen before calling him by name.]

-yeah, that's me. Think you've got me at a disadvantage here though, uh...

[Keito gets a questioning look there, brow furrowed, silently asking him to fill in the blank there and spare the awkwardness of asking-- should he know this guy? There's something almost like a vague familiarity there, like maybe this is an acquaintance he just hasn't seen in a while, like maybe this is just the kind of awkward situation they'll clear up and laugh off.

Something about the way Keito looks at him tells him it's not like that at all, though.]

[lecturehall]

[And just like that, everything is proven to be true.

The abnormal swelling in his throat has subsided but it still feels like he's choking. It takes a minute to realize why. Quickly pushing up his glasses, he wipes away tears and tries to regain some composure. Everything is overwhelming, muddled and confusing, but at least he can begin to make out some rules. Now that he knows, they're easy to spot. All he has to do is what hurts the most. Otherwise...

His breath hitches as the vision flashes by again. A sob makes its way into his voice as he speaks through his sleeve.]

Keito Hasumi. I'm—I'm your god. Hariti.

did someone say clothing emergency

[clothes_make_the_man]

Huh...? Oh, yes! Here, let me see... just hold still a moment.

[Forrest walks a circle around Keito, sizing up the outfit and looking at how it's all put together.]

I'm not terribly familiar with this sort of fashion, but I think I can help.

[It reminds him of the kinds of things they wear in Hoshido.]

does that mean this is the fashion police

[lecturehall]

I can name the pieces but... [He flicks one of the bells right side up again.] ... Not how they were put together. If you can figure it out I'd be grateful. These edited costumes are good for a show but true trouble to change in and out of.

[And trying to clean his glasses only reminds him he needs to take all the make-up off too. Ugh. A quick pat-down reveals that he definitely does not have any wipes on him.]

... You don't happen to have a rag on you, do you?

Re: does that mean this is the fashion police

[clothes_make_the_man]

Oh, yes, just a moment.

[Forrest reaches into his pocket and pulls out a silk handkerchief, handing it over.]

Now, as for this... it's really very lovely. And so well-made!

[Forrest spends a bit of time fawning over the craftsmanship as he figures this all out, and eventually puzzles out how to get it off.]

Ah! Here, these clasps are holding everything together.

cloth...es........

[bighand]

[Being a person who wears like 8 layers of clothes for no discernible reason, Kija is quite good with clothes! Very good, in fact! He's surprised to be suddenly grabbed, and... that's kind of a strange request... but he's here to help!!

But he's not very good at handling clothes... just wearing them. Ah.]

Do you intend to keep them?

[lecturehall]

[Never before has Keito been more immediately aware that he's grabbed the wrong person.

But that's okay. He can fix this. By letting go of that sleeve and... patting it? Sure.]

... Please get me someone else.

[bighand]

[Why won't you call him big brother.

Kija watches him pat his sleeve... This boy sure is strange, unlike Kija.]

Why?

[lecturehall]

[You're not his brother.]

I want someone competent.