Nothing warms a house like a houseful of guests!
Where: Nokoru's house, 333 Blanche Avenue
When: Backdated Monday, July 27, 8:00 PM onwards
Who: EVERYONE
What: A party!
Rating: C for Come On In!
The Imonoyamas could never afford to be nearly as careless as they seemed. The house - well, let's be honest, mansion - on Blanche Avenue was equipped with the most state-of-the-art security system money and a family of eccentric geniuses could provide. Every inch of the inside and out was covered with cameras. Scanners at every door and window took note of everyone entering and leaving, using a digital link with the town's network and a clever little program Nokoru himself had designed since his arrival to identify each guest and acquire any personal information that was a matter of public record.
It was all part of Nokoru's elaborate deal with Suoh that allowed him to come here on his own. All this information, heavily encoded, was transmitted via satellite directly to a secure server on CLAMP Campus. If no one accessed it within two weeks, it would erase itself. However, if something did happen, it would be far easier to find out what.
So, with precautions firmly in place, Nokoru was free to have fun. All the security was perfectly concealed, so what would strike the guests' eyes first were the elaborate decorations, all bright rainbow clusters of balloons and bunting along the walls. Long tables were laid out with an impressive spread of food, appetizers and entrees and desserts all at once, and plenty of beverages - exotically flavored punches, iced teas, hot teas, coffees, juices... anything one could want, though all nonalcoholic. There were both tables set up at one end of the large room, and less formal seating arrangements of couches and chairs at the other end. In the middle, between the tables, was plenty of open space for standing and talking or dancing, and soft instrumental music played in the background.
It was not exactly a typical housewarming. But then, this was not exactly a typical boy. No Imonoyama could throw a party without going overboard; it was part of their charm.
The door was flung wide open to the lantern-lit lawn. Nokoru, dressed in a very fine suit in russet tones and a peach dress shirt underneath, stood at the entrance to greet his guests, fan in hand.
When: Backdated Monday, July 27, 8:00 PM onwards
Who: EVERYONE
What: A party!
Rating: C for Come On In!
The Imonoyamas could never afford to be nearly as careless as they seemed. The house - well, let's be honest, mansion - on Blanche Avenue was equipped with the most state-of-the-art security system money and a family of eccentric geniuses could provide. Every inch of the inside and out was covered with cameras. Scanners at every door and window took note of everyone entering and leaving, using a digital link with the town's network and a clever little program Nokoru himself had designed since his arrival to identify each guest and acquire any personal information that was a matter of public record.
It was all part of Nokoru's elaborate deal with Suoh that allowed him to come here on his own. All this information, heavily encoded, was transmitted via satellite directly to a secure server on CLAMP Campus. If no one accessed it within two weeks, it would erase itself. However, if something did happen, it would be far easier to find out what.
So, with precautions firmly in place, Nokoru was free to have fun. All the security was perfectly concealed, so what would strike the guests' eyes first were the elaborate decorations, all bright rainbow clusters of balloons and bunting along the walls. Long tables were laid out with an impressive spread of food, appetizers and entrees and desserts all at once, and plenty of beverages - exotically flavored punches, iced teas, hot teas, coffees, juices... anything one could want, though all nonalcoholic. There were both tables set up at one end of the large room, and less formal seating arrangements of couches and chairs at the other end. In the middle, between the tables, was plenty of open space for standing and talking or dancing, and soft instrumental music played in the background.
It was not exactly a typical housewarming. But then, this was not exactly a typical boy. No Imonoyama could throw a party without going overboard; it was part of their charm.
The door was flung wide open to the lantern-lit lawn. Nokoru, dressed in a very fine suit in russet tones and a peach dress shirt underneath, stood at the entrance to greet his guests, fan in hand.