when I remember far, far back

[walkthedawn]

Who: walkthedawn, little_bandages, lockandkeyblade, destinysembrace, and OPEN TO ALL.
When: Monday, November 14th.
Where: Sector 4, the new house.
Summary: Moving day! People are helping, eating junk food, chatting, and having a good time. Oh, and the Kindness event is still happening. Enjoy!
Warnings: None likely.

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[got_it_memorizd]

[Axel has no idea why he has this overwhelming urge to lend a hand with this--since when is he philanthropic? Oh well. It seems there's the promise of free food, so maybe that will be his excuse. It's not like he's exactly built for heavy lifting, after all, so why would he be here to help move furniture?

[Finding the address, he knocks on the door, then tries the handle and finds it unlocked. Poking his head in, he spots Riku among the others and grins.]

Yo, boss! I'm here to crash the party~

[walkthedawn]

[Riku's handling one of the boxes and putting them in the adjacent room when Axel wanders in, and when he turns around he spots the red spikes over everyone else. He smiles briefly and wanders over.]

Good timing. You can help.

[got_it_memorizd]

[He flexes one decidedly lean arm.] Dunno how equipped I am for heavy lifting, but moving's a special kind of hell. [He lets his arm fall back to his side.] So I figured I might as well come show some moral support at least. Corridor of Darkness or two might make things a little easier, right?

[walkthedawn]

[He laughs.]

It's okay. I figured you all would take the lazy way out and use Corridors. So long as nothing gets lost along the way, it's fine.

[little_bandages]

[Ritsuka is taking a little bit of a break, nibbling a piece of pizza. He's been pretty cheerful most of the day.]

[walkthedawn]

[Riku sets his hand on Ritsuka's shoulder and smiles to him.]

Everything okay?

[little_bandages]

[Ritsuka startles a little before he realizes it's Riku, and scoots a a little closer so they're touching thighs.]

Mm-hm. Just taking a little break.

[walkthedawn]

[He smiles, leaning against him a little.]

We just have a few more boxes to bring in. Then it's just the long process of unpacking.

[linkings]

[Riku did mention that she could unpack things, and she's held some of the doors and made sure there was room for some of the boxes. But just because she was suggested to do some light work certainly doesn't mean she can't at least try to move some other things.

Which is why Namine's currently staring down a pile of boxes in a corner. She's determined to pick some up and move them herself, but she's a little unsure what to take, how to take it and what was too heavy.

So she might need a little bit of help here.]

[vinovidivici]

[ Claire didn't actually expect the whole "home removals" schtick to catch on, but he sure ends up doing enough of it here.

He weaves around Namine as he heads to pick up more boxes, then spins on a heel to face her, ducking his head and grinning at the air of uncertainty she's putting out. ] You all right?

[linkings]

[She nearly jumps on the spot, seemingly having zoned out and been caught unawares of her surroundings. Naminé blinks at Claire, her awkward duckling mode already activating.]

Um, y-yeah. I've just never moved things before...

[vinovidivici]

Moving things is a lot like... carrying stuff. [ A sheepish shrug - even to his ears that was pretty unhelpful. ] I mean, it oughta come pretty natural!

[ He moves to the pile she was staring at and starts hefting the boxes aside, stopping at a deceptively large one. The size might be a daunting but from the feel of it there's only comforters or pillows inside; he holds it towards her. ]

[hybrid_prodigy]

[Gohan is a busy little bee of a helper. You can find him carrying multiple boxes as a time, and flying to and from the locations. Helping out feels good, and it's a nice distraction from his worries about Soul.]

[Anybody else helping from the move can catch him when he lands, or when he stops to carefully stuff his face -- carefully, because he doesn't want to eat all the food any leave everyone else with nothing. That's just bad manners.]

[little_bandages]

[He runs into Goku over the leftover Halloween candy, his ears and tails flicking with curiousity.]

--Goku, right?

[hybrid_prodigy]

[Gohan is actually being pretty careful around the Halloween candy, remembering some of the more . . . interesting side-effects some of it had. That had been a rather odd night, but ultimately a fun one. He just doesn't want the side-effects again.]

[He blinks up at Ritsuka.] Close; it's Gohan. Goku is actually my dad's name. [Headtilt as he tries to remember.] I know we've talked before, but I don't think I remember your name. I'm sorry.

omg i'm so sorry for the mixup i was half-asleep when i wrote that tag ;3;

[little_bandages]

I'm Ritsuka. I'm going to be living here with Riku and everyone.

[Unperturbed, he nibbles on a mini candy bar.]

Nice to meet you.

[argentallure]

[Yazoo had also been affected with the urge to do something nice for his not-brother, the reason he had volunteered to come help him move his things. It was not the only reason, however, and they did have a few things to discuss.

He is a little awkward as he arrives, not quite knowing were to start and hanging around at the door.]

[walkthedawn]

[He spots Yazoo and wanders over, putting a hand on his arm and leading him in. Best to put everyone at ease first, especially since Yazoo is considered an enemy to some.]

Here, help me with this.

[He gives him a look.]

You doing okay?

[argentallure]

[Yazoo goes without protest. There was significantly less fight in him since he had returned without his brother. Perhaps it was the lack of orders, or the connection that allowed him to constantly be aware of the other in his mind. Whatever work Riku sets him to, Yazoo will do it easily, be it moving boxes or something else.]

I- ...Mm. [Not much of a response, but it speaks volumes.]

[walkthedawn]

[Yeah, he can tell. He keeps close to Yazoo's side to help him, though he knows the man doesn't need it. He wants to talk.]

I heard you were sent to jail.