OPEN; THE NEIGHBORS CLUB WELCOMING PARTY

[mishaps]

Who: Anyone interested in attending the party announced a few days ago. Hosts of the party include Kodaka (mishaps), Sena (meatshields), & Yozora (playerkills). This also includes those who signed up for the speed friend making activity and other club members! Anyone who is even slightly interested in the club may post in the log (but please, only those who signed up for speed friending event participate in it!)
What: The Neighbors Club is having a welcoming party/practice party! Hooray for activities and welcoming back Kodaka to the club. Please ignore my fail of typing the event as speed dating as it is speed "friending" my bad!
When: A few days after it the initial party announcement post.
Where: The Neighbors Club Room located in Sigyn.
Rating: PG-13 AFAIK!


[Kodaka had left most of the event planning to Yozora and Sena as it was actually something that kept them busy. Kodaka knows when those two are idle and bored, bad things happen and they just end up fighting. He's actually surprised how much Yozora has taken this party thing seriously... and he's still shocked that it's technically meant for him. He's had birthdays with family members and school members, sure, but nothing like this; he's never had friends throw a party for him. He assumes Yozora throws the party for practice mostly, though.

He places a tray of onigiri (with various stuffings such as salmon, chicken, and picked vegetables.) down on a table next to a bowl of punch. There are cups and plates also on the table. He hasn't made this much food since he was back at home, and he actually doesn't mind. It's something for him to do, and without school and Kobato around, it feels like chunk of his life is missing.

He looks at his bracelet and realizes people should start coming in soon.]

Comments

[utenamobile]

[Oh, she was mute? Regardless, Utena will smile and nod at her introduction.] It's nice to meet you too!

[Then there's a pause at the question. When was the last time she saw Anthy... It's felt like forever, but it's only been a month or two since she arrived here. She's pretty sure that Anthy wouldn't be harassed by the Council since she was here, but still...]

... Yeah, I do. There's someone very important to me back home that I do miss. Her name is Anthy Himemiya.

[silentmode]

... [ Chane gives an understanding look, taking note of Utena's eyes as she recalls this particular person back at home. After a sympathetic nod, she begins typing: ]

What do you miss most about her?

[ this was...

at least a way for her to relate! Yes. Relating. That was how you formed bonds...

sometimes. ]

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[utenamobile]

[Anthy is one of her favorite subjects ever. Utena will take a second to think, then she'll start to ramble on. It's almost like she was reading out of novel.... Or thinking of a novel.]

Eh? Do I really have to choose one thing? It would be tough if I had to dumb things down like that. When it came to Himemiya... I always felt at ease whenever she was around and it was always fun to be hanging out with her. Sure, she's a little strange at times, but I truly...

[utenamobile]

[Oh wow, when did this become about Anthy?! Utena awkwardly looks down towards the table and fidgets a bit.]

Um... Sorry, sorry! I was probably boring you about that... I should be asking you questions, too.

[silentmode]

... [ Chane shakes her head at Utena's apology; the young woman's words pushing her deep into thought.

This is someone she loves. It's a fairly simple deduction, but it's a fundamental connecting point for her, so she has a degree of sympathy for this woman and hopes that she can see this Anthy girl again. Even if she seemed self-sufficient enough otherwise. She begins to type, attempting to give Utena a comforting, reassuring look that it was okay for her to ramble. Once she's finished typing, she presents the text in front of her. ]

Only if you want to. Thank you for sharing. I hope you will be reunited soon.

[utenamobile]

[That was embarrassing. She never really took time to think about it until now... There's a little pause as Utena tries to gather herself back together again. She's not sure if this girl in front of her would listen in on how she had to deal with crazy duels back home. And saying that she's engaged to her would make things even more complicated... Honestly, there's no way that anyone would believe in a story like that.]

Y-yeah! She's a good friend of mine, so... I hope to see her again, too. [But moving on.] I guess I'll shoot the same question back at you!

[silentmode]

[ Chane nods, inclining her head a bit with a thoughtful gaze down at what she types. She doesn't want to make Utena wait too long, so she tries to keep it as succinct and clean as possible, which was what she usually preferred. ]

I miss my Father. It has been a couple of years since I have seen him. I do not know if I will see him again.

[utenamobile]

[Oh, parents... She lost them a long time ago, so her expression darkens a little. While she's (mostly) gotten over it, there's still lingering memories about that time she became a hipster in the coffins.]

Heh... Is that right? But don't get down in the dumps, okay? You gotta keep hoping that you will see him again! I'm sure eventually that you two will see each other. Your father must be a really cool guy.

[silentmode]

[ She gives a slightly uncomfortable shrug at first, placing her hand against her shoulder as she averts her gaze. She feels shy about the kind comments, and is reminded of a conversation she recently had back at home.

When she meets Utena's eyes again, she nods, deciding to spare her the details of her Father being an imprisoned terrorist... ]

As she types more: ]

He is a wonderful Father. I would do anything for him.

Do you think you will find someone here that you will do anything for?

[utenamobile]

[That question catches Utena off guard for a second... And it's honestly a good question. Someone like a prince...]

You know... That's a good question. Do you mean it like finding a prince on a white horse?

[silentmode]

... [ She looks at Utena a bit more seriously; pensively. There's a nostalgic cloud in her eyes as she types: ]

I hadn't thought of it like that before. But yes. Someone to protect with your life.

[utenamobile]

[And without hesitation, she'll nod and say this.] Mm... Definitely. I want to become a prince who can save princesses, so I can't turn my back when others are in trouble.

[...] We may have just met, but I'll definitely come save you whenever you're in a pinch.

[silentmode]

... [ Her cheeks get a bit pink again, and she does look utterly confounded at this remark. She types rapidly, fingers tripping over themselves seemingly as she has to fix a few typos. ]

Why?

[utenamobile]

[Once again, without any hesitation.]

I don't need a reason why. As long as you're out of danger, that's all that matters.

[silentmode]

... [ Tap tap tap type type type. She's burning up at this point, but otherwise now has a more serious face to try and remain dignified. ]

Thank you, if I come to trust you I will protect you too.

[utenamobile]

[There's a laugh from her.]

Thanks! You already seem pretty nice and honest, so I don't think I'll have a reason to doubt you.

[silentmode]

[ She ... practically shrinks in her seat at this point. She is now just clutching at the threaded rose on her black dress, soaking up the compliment(s) and practically melting at them and wanting to disappear in combustion or hold out a knife in suspicion at once. ]

[utenamobile]

[She notices the rose immediately and almost flashbacks back to the past. How much has that flower played into her life?]

Um... Is it alright if I ask you where you gotten that rose from?

[silentmode]

[ She blinks, countenance quite serious, and holds a finger up to request Utena wait. Before typing on her feed device, and quickly presents the text holographically in front of her. ]

It was something I wore with this dress on a very important night of my life. It was given to me for the purpose of a mission.

[ ...To disguise herself and be a terrorist! Of course. ]

[utenamobile]

[Ah, well then... The first thought is that she was getting married for a special occasion. Brides normally wore white, but black didn't look bad on this woman either. She definitely was really cool. Almost like a supermodel or a secret agent from movies.]

I think they suit you really nicely! I guess I can understand why you wouldn't want to take something like that off. [She'll look at the ring on her finger for a moment.]

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[silentmode]

[ Chane just stares for a moment, forgetting that she has to type. She looks at the ring, herself, then back up at Utena. ]

[silentmode]

[ She catches herself staring probably after it's crossed some weird time limit, like ten seconds, and begins to type again, not understanding why she was momentarily distracted by the girl's smiles. There was something about them -- confident like Claire, cool like Nice, friendly like Jacuzzi -- it was some sort of amalgam of familiarity and novelty at once. Comfortable yet strange. She gives the most serious expression ever as she exhibits the message to Utena.]

Do you like flowers?

I do.

[ It's as if this was the most important bit of information she could gather. She gardened. If Utena liked flowers, then maybe their friendship could be a success, and she would have something to offer her.

A girl can dream... ]

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[utenamobile]

... Oh, you do? [She's off guard from that question. Honestly, she didn't expect a cool woman like her to be into flowers. Utena is quiet for a moment before--]

[utenamobile]

[This reminded her of Anthy a little. Actually, there were plenty of things about her that reminded Utena of her. She was really reserved, caring and she loved flowers too. Her people skills need some work, but that wasn't anything that Utena couldn't help fix up.]

I do too, actually. Do you want to go to the gardens together sometime? You should show me your favorite types!

[silentmode]

... [ An invitation?

It surely was something that meant a lot to her. If she wasn't killing or somehow protecting, the best way she could nurture or release her feelings had been around plant life. An invitation to visit a garden together caught her off-guard-- it meant that she wanted to see her outside of this club. Some sort of commitment, beyond the kindness and civility for conversation's sake.

She looks down at the table, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear as if she needed to contemplate the suggestion at all.

Eventually, she glances up with a shy nod. This woman was very bold...but she can't say she didn't enjoy it. Mostly because she had absolutely no idea how to take initiative in these situations. ]