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A Live Wire, Barely A Beginner

Mar 30, 2010 22:18

WHO: Hotsuma Oboro (sustainthesword), Marcus Wright (agoodheart), Rogue (mississippikiss), Rangiku Matsumoto (sakebombshell), Miranda Lotto (oldclock), Shuuichi Minamino (fox_shuuichi), Bridget Frostheart (rosereddaughter), and any friends they may have invited.
WHAT: Hotsuma's in a good mood. Take cover. The ninja proposed dinner here. Party log, so thread-hopping and general mayhem highly encouraged!
WHERE: Tengu's Nest
WHEN: March ( Read more... )

bridget frostheart, miranda lotto, hotsuma oboro, place - tengu's nest, matsumoto rangiku, marcus wright, Ω rogue

Comments 5

agoodheart March 31 2010, 06:28:58 UTC

Marcus took one step in and then just stood there for a second. How Hotsuma had managed to get this all set up so quickly was beyond him. Marcus would have gladly helped if he had been asked, but he knew his friend didn't like to trouble others, even if it wasn't really any trouble.

"Hotsuma..." Marcus' voice trailed off a little as a smile spread over his face. "This is amazing."

fox_shuuichi March 31 2010, 06:43:53 UTC

"I must agree," Kurama said, slipping in quietly behind Marcus - not, of course, that he knew the man. But he'd assumed there would be acquaintances of Hotsuma's here tonight that he had yet to meet.

A smile spread across his face as he noticed one more thing that had perhaps not been so noticeable to one who was not from the particular background he shared with the ninja. "Is that sukiyaki?" he asked, with a soft laugh. "That's a welcome surprise."

He approached and laid a good-sized box on the table, wrapped in the traditional fashion with a floral-patterned piece of cloth - inside were the more traditional sweets he'd taken to making in his spare time, thanks to the recipes Hotsuma had provided some time back, and a customary gift in appreciation for the hospitality.

With a small bow, he stepped back again. "Is there anything I can help with?"

M'back! Sorry for the wait, guys. sustainthesword April 5 2010, 06:24:04 UTC

"Marcus, Shuuichi-san. Welcome." Deftly, Hotsuma embedded the knife in a block and turned just in time to meet his guests. He enfolded the burly American in a backslapping embrace and for the latter, he saved a like bow that was equally warm in its delivery and intent. Who better to come early than two of the earliest friends he'd made here?

He ushered them in, practically beaming at Marcus' compliment. "I've always thought myself a shinobi first and everything else afterward. Let alone interior decorator. But I'm glad you think so." Then the reverent way he gazed upon and handled Shuuichi's gift, the way he met the younger man's eyes when he came up from his bow, was his silently delightful, yet very Japanese way of saying 'I appreciate your gift. And I appreciate youHotsuma then opened his mouth to offer them tea instead; to have guests help was unthinkable. But a quick glance around the venue told him that he could, in fact, use their aid in some very minor ways. He fought the urge to decline and decided to be honest. "As a matter ( ... )

We ought to prod people to post... fox_shuuichi April 7 2010, 19:45:40 UTC

Kurama smiled - it was nice to see that quiet appreciation in Hotsuma's eyes, despite the fact that he wasn't entirely sure his skills in the kitchen were quite up to par. Certainly, he was decent enough, but it was not a particular skill of his.

Still, it was better than his interior decorating skill (he supposed he shared that in common, too, with Hotsuma), so he stepped around the counter and reached up to tie his hair back carefully.

"I don't know that I'll be much use, but I imagine I'll be even less useful in furniture rearranging, so..." He shrugged and laughed softly. "What can I do for you?"

Prod me, prod me! ^.^ rosereddaughter April 20 2010, 01:35:18 UTC

Bridget had missed the start of the little gathering, but for good reason of course. Pesky daylight and all that. But to make up for it the woman came bearing a small cask of good sake, carried with a make-shift handle made by twisting a rope around both ends so a convenient strap ran across the middle. By the time she got there, Bridget figured the food would already be served so there was really no point in bringing more of that.

"Good evening, avian pest," she greeted the new store mascot with a smile at it's squawking. There wasn't any real malice or even disgruntlement, just trading an insult for the assault on her ears a few weeks ago. Only then did she let herself inside.