Who: Yukiko Amagi, friends, and anyone else! What: The fabled party. When: December 8th, late afternoon Where: Paradisa ballroom (whichever one is smaller) Rating: PG
She shows up on time (surprisingly), but the gates are rather distracting. What little travels she'd had were mostly within Europe, and despite her not being an architecture buff of some sort, the Oriental design is attention-grabbing.
Ken is leaning over the goldfish catching game, wondering if it's finally time for him to get a pet at Paradisa. It seems like everyone he knows has a cat or a dog or a flying fish or a tribble or a Pokemon or something around, and taking care of it would give him something to do other than fiddle with his programs all day. But how would he take care of it if the world changed or he had a really strange loss? Deep thoughts, Ken. Deep thoughts.
This one was someone she hadn't met before; Yukiko detatched from whatever it was she was doing to wander on over, standing a little behind him. Short, blue hair...Naoto? No.
Ken jumps a bit at the unfamiliar voice, but relaxes as he turns around. The voice seemed very friendly! And familiar, somehow... Hmm. It would come to him later. "Yes, I think so. It's been a while since I've been to a party like this one." He smiles. "Are you having fun as well?"
In between bites, she's sipping at a little cup of beer in one hand, seemingly unaware of accusations with regard to underage drinking that might arise.
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