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Who: Ciel and you!
When: afternoon of the 26th.
Where: the island--the beach.
Style: whatever you prefer!
Status: open as open can be.
[ he's been in Vatheon nearly half a year now, yet he has never set foot on the island before. he'd seen no point to it, really. tropical climates don't suit a young Englishman who prefers to wear starched fabrics and would not take kindly to sand in his well-polished shoes. but with all the bustling about in the bubble lately--'Fisholympics,' how absurd--he's looking for a more quiet spot to spend an afternoon. and since looking at Sebastian's smirking face would no doubt utterly ruin his mood, remaining in his own home is not an option. after deciding that the sunlit warmth of the island might, perhaps, be pleasant (in a small dose), he had opted for that, instead.
it's more peaceful, at least, up on the island, even if the heat makes him a bit uncomfortable. but he's dressed down today, in a simple white Oxford shirt with short sleeves, and a pair of his usual knee-length trousers; no further embellishments. and he's staying well back from the ocean, for the moment. a blanket has been spread on the sand closest to the trees on the edge of the beach, under the shade, and there is a picnic basket atop it, its former contents laid out beside it on pretty white china plates, summertime sweets and finger foods prepared for him by Sebastian: raspberry tartlets with flaky crust and whipped buttercream, delicate teacakes drizzled in honey, crisp gingersnaps with fresh vanilla icing, and small sandwiches with fluffy white bread. quite a lot of food for such a small boy.
Ciel himself is seated on the blanket, legs bent and feet bare, his shoes set neatly aside, stockings stuffed into their toes. the ribbon which had once been in a perfect knot around his neck is set atop the picnic basket for safe-keeping. he's undone the first and second buttons of his Oxford, and looks quite relaxed as he reclines against the tree behind him, an open book propped up on his knees. ] | |
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Characters: Minato, Yukari, and you! Location: Maid Cafe off the main plaza Time: All day, every day Style: Whatever works! We’ll follow! Status: OPEN [When Minato and Yukari went on a walk that morning, as wasn’t all that unusual for them. It was a nice sense of normality for the two of them, even if it was a bubble with fish instead of sky. They were talking a different route this time, which is why things got a little strange when they were suddenly accosted.
Or rather, Yukari was.
The rather insistent native grabs her arm and tugs and says, “Please, you have to help us!” and SEES being SEES, they can’t just leave a plea for help like that.
Except it turned out to be more a plea for “services”. Services being a maid outfit. In a maid cafe.
Oh.
At first it was just Yukari, who hardly looked pleased with the idea, despite finding the pink variety of maid outfits they offered very cute. But then she turns to Minato.] H-Hey-- you’re not leaving, are you? If I’m doing this, you should help them, too![Her eyes look pleading. Except that is exactly what he’d planned on doing--
Leaving, that is.]...Ah. Well--[He doesn’t get to say much more before the eager natives grab him too--and since the natives are a bit rusty on proper maid cafe decorum, he ends up in a similar outfit (thankfully not pink). But he doesn’t look too happy about it. Not that he has much of a choice.
So now Yukari and Minato are stuck in a maid cafe. In maid uniforms.
You know you want to join them.
ooc: You’ll likely get both Yukari and Minato responding to tags to this post! ♥] | |
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Who: Johnny and Ky
Where: A secluded part of the park
When: Afternoon
Style: Action
Status: Closed
[Johnny was sitting in the same clearing he'd found when he'd gone out to practice his swordplay only, instead of a sword, he held a pen. A pen and a notebook. He seemed to be completely engrossed in whatever he was working on and would, often scratch things out, rewrite them, and pause as if the words he was working on were of the utmost importance.
And to him, they were.
Charley was gone, Rayfell was gone...he'd already left once...what if his time was coming? He needed to get these things written while he still had time. If it came to be that they were unneeded, then it wouldn't be that big of a deal...but at least they'd be written.
He sighed and turned the page to a clean one.]
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