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personavelvetroomdr2025-04-11 07:47 pm
wipingallout) wrote in personavelvetroomdr2025-04-11 07:47 pm
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Cherry Blossom Evening Party
Throughout the week, Hamuko has messaged the vast majority of people she's met so far - and eagerly invited them to come meet at Inokashira Park starting at 5pm.
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You're invited to an evening sushi-party-turned-hanami-picnic-party! I've organized a bunch of cognitive chefs and performers to come to that park on the listed date/time.
I've sent this to you because you were part of one of the three teams that helped with fighting Fatalis or rescuing Falcon and Wolf (or are Falcon and Wolf themselves!!) - we've all busted our butts a lot lately, so I think we deserve to have something nice together too!
Of course, the party is open if you have any +1s or more. But before spring turns into summer, let's celebrate what we've all accomplished together!
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The Venue...
Inokashira Park has a lovely river and trail and a phenomenal collection of cherry blossom trees. They're in the tail end of their season, filling the air with petals like snowfall.
In a large open area, Hamuko's arranged a ton of picnic blankets for people to claim and sit down on, though each blanket is HUGE to accommodate people sitting with as many people as they can handle! There are cozy pillows for sitting on too, stacked neatly to be borrowed.
There's a truly humongous row of tables laid out with an impressive amount of sushi presented. With a few trucks nearby, it seems there's a few sushi chefs making fresh platters of it to lay out through the night.
Similarly, there are food carts along the trails if you're not in the mood for sushi and would rather have some more traditional fare like dango, taiyaki, matcha, takoyaki... it's got the place lively and smelling fantastic! There's sake for the adults, and some cherry-blossomed themed mocktails for minors.
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Activities
There's a few set out activities besides just chowing down and socializing or walking along the lantern-lit trails under the cherry blossoms! Inoshikara Park has always had cute little swan pedal boats or regular rowboats for 'rental' (not that money matters here).
The area is SO pretty, perfect for taking pictures to have as keepsakes. There's even a booth to claim a yukata and privately change into it, if you want to go the extra mile!
Finally, in lieu of a traditional band or modern concert, Hamuko has picked out a large set of speakers connected to a small karaoke stage and screen - menace the party with your sing-along! Get a little boost to your Guts!!
2/2 (maybe you can give him the wish token here maybe?)
"Oh—wait." He perked up slightly, rummaging beside him before presenting a neatly packed portion of takoyaki in a warm little box, the aroma still faintly clinging to it. "I completely forgot about this."
He offered it out to her, both sheepish and sincere. "I remembered last time—I didn’t even offer you any. After...y’know. Spoiling your fabric. I’m guessing you’ve probably already eaten this a dozen times by now, considering money doesn’t matter here and you hired the chefs but—still."
His tone softened, the offering now more than just food—it was a gesture, a balm, a thread of connection he could still offer even in this state. “Consider it a small token of appreciation. For humoring me. For being honest."
And finally, like a worn-out thread at the end of a long day, he slumped a little, his posture folding inward as the alcohol began pulling him further into rest. His eyes, heavy-lidded but still warm, flickered toward her one last time.
"I’ll take you up on that lunch," he murmured, voice quieter now. "When I’m not... a disaster."
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That satchel was made from the same cloth that he'd gotten sauce all over, that day. It made for a very cute bag, with the shiny gold ribbon to tie it closed.
"Ah hah. Two gifts! I can't believe I almost forgot," she laughed a bit, opening up the satchel and - pulling out an identical one, cut from the same cloth, tied with a similar gold ribbon. She passed that, and then plucked out the other gift - the wish token.
"The bag is from me - I made us matching ones! And here's a token - Igor gave these to be distributed to everyone that helped with Fatalis. It's not as 'strong' as the Christmas ones, whatever that means? But it's a nice gesture!"
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Ah...
A flash of memory cut through the haze like a knife through old silk. Shibusawa. Five years ago. The taste of sake was sharper then, laced with pain and shared regret. To mourn the death of a dream—his research, his work, laughed out of academic halls.
Maruki had begun to break apart in ways that never fully healed.
He rubbed at his eyes, trying to scrub away both the alcohol and the memory.
And then, she placed the gifts in his lap.
The small satchel made from that same stained cloth—and yet… it was lovely. Thoughtful. Reborn. Its golden ribbon shimmered faintly in the low light, and when she passed the second, an identical one for herself, his heart gave a quiet, involuntary tug.
Two matching bags.
His lips parted, a little breath catching in his throat.
"You... really made this? Even after I ruined the fabric?" he asked softly, brushing his thumb along the stitching. "You had enough to make two... And it looks wonderful."
Warmth spread through his chest, the kind that didn’t come from alcohol. He wasn’t just touched—he was genuinely moved. His fingers curled gently around the satchel, as if afraid it might slip away if he held it too carelessly.
Then came the second gift. A small token—simple, but meaningful. He accepted it carefully, gazing down at the object in his palm.
A memento from the fight with Fatalis.
His brows furrowed slightly, his mind stirring again despite the haze. The symbolism wasn’t lost on him—but something about this arrangement nagged at the edges of his mind.
"Hmm..." he said slowly, eyes flickering back to her. "I see." Igor gave these to be distributed. Then why isn't he getting this from Igor? He turned the token over between his fingers. And if it wasn't a reward given by the velvet attendants or otherwise, then someone else pitched the idea in. Maybe Igor would listen to her, given her positive outlook.
Yet still, there was the main leader of the whole crusade.
"Drake..." he murmured to himself quietly and really it would be a surprise if Hamuko heard him at all.
His voice was lower, quiet, and flat in a way that betrayed his distaste. Of course. That Ren.
He wasn't sure how he was involved yet, just a feeling.
He looked down at the token again, lips pressing together as he tucked it away in the gifted satchel with a care that contrasted the tension just beneath his skin.
"Thank you, Hamuko-san," he said at last, softer now, steadied. "Really. These mean more than you probably know. And the bag—" he paused, fingers brushing over the gold ribbon again. "I’m going to keep this close. I’ll take good care of it."
There was no trace of his earlier bitterness now. Just genuine gratitude, and a quiet appreciation for the person in front of him.
"Matching bags...huh,” he murmured, a faint smile pulling at the corners of his mouth. "I haven’t had something like that since my school days. It’s nice."
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He really was more honest like this. She never expected him to glow this happily from a gift.
"I thought it was special, you know? Made from the fabric that brought us into working and chatting together for the first time! I thought I'd make them long enough to put glasses in, in case you wanted to use it for that - but they're great for things like change or keeping these little token trinkets too!"
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This was different. Hamuko was a kind soul.
"I usually carry a small journal with me so this will be good for that," he remarked. He moved the satchel over his shoulder- letting the strap hang over his loose yukata. "Hah...now the Takoyaki feels a bit cheap."
And he finished most of his snacks with Zenkichi earlier. Ah well.
"I will figure something out."
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Maruki matched her smile with his own. "I still don't get...why. When you call us that," he chuckles. She didn't want to stay away from him and if she didn't agree with his ideals...what was her goal of getting close? Curiosity? Or was he a little too pensive with the alcohol?
"I did think eventually that it was rude of me to not even offer my takoyaki as an apology for ruining the fabric," he confesses instead. "So it's not about tally. I guess um I am-" he shakes his head as he rubs his hand before glancing down at the satchel now easily resting on his lap. Compensating? Apologising again? Pleasing?
He can't find the right words.
Why is it so hard for him to choose a word and stick with it without sounding nervous and weird?
Usually he flew right through- right. His head swims. The dozen glasses.
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Was he the kind of person who needed everything to have a deeper meaning, a deeper reason? If it was then that might be part of why he feels so... compelled to change things. If not, then maybe it's a sense of guilt he has a hard time shaking?
She won't pry too hard while he's drunk.
"What kind of place should we go out to lunch for? I know a couple spots in Iwatodai, but I'm always down to try new places."
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Something nice. Something normal. He really did not anticipate a gift coming his way.
He thought real hard on Hamuko’s question and for a moment he really pondered. Brow furrowing as he considered his choice. He knew a few spots as well, despite being all too busy with his thesis but...
"I haven't seen much of Iwatodai," he remarks. "Though its actually surprising close to Odaiba actually- from what I have seen."
Snce cognition treats things differently, he won't be able to see his palace from there, huh?
"Once the weather's a little warmer I can show you around some of the places I visit."
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Alas, drunk as he was he had also became increasingly aware of his monetary conditions.
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He blinks at her. Confused for a moment before the recognition physically showed on his face.
"Good for me I suppose," he jokes easily. "More food for me without feeling guilty."
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(1/2) going to slowly wrap up from here i feel
A guy like that...what a teacher. Maruki only knew basic sewing to the point that he could alter clothes, prolong their life or lengthen clothing occasionally when it couldn't accomodate for his height.
"..I would love to see what kind of projects you pick up," he remarks with a small smile.
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"I am worried I am going to do or say something way more embarassing otherwise so." His gaze eases. He's too conked out to stay out for long.
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