Fate 28 -◘[Video/In Person]◘-

[deeplymeaningless]

[It's early morning on New Years day and the lobby has found a bit of new decoration. Well, it's not like you wouldn't be used to it by now, right, Manorites? That little 'Happy Birthday'-setup should be a pretty familiar time. It's also in the background as Ryuutaro clicks on the video feed.
He himself is dressed in a pretty fancy and warm-looking kimono, looking only a bit prettier made up than usually. He smiles.]

Good morning and a happy new year to all of you. In case you wondered about this set-up and who it is for, please do not pay any mind to it and just go on with your new years day celebrations.
I have indeed been fortunate enough to be born on this day, but I don't really do anything for it.

Thank you for this bit of your time. I'm off for Hatsumode now.

[He opens his fan and ends the feed. Meeting him anywhere from here to one of the quieter shrines is possible.]

[Action]

[weatherbraids.livejournal.com]

[It's some odd time of night- and Tris looks dressed for bed. In fact, it's easier to say that she looks like she was asleep, and has been disturbed by something. The plot rollover is to blame, not that she would admit that. No, instead, Tris is going to load up that bag she has with nonperishable food and a few dishes- stuff she knows she can eat and not worry about it spoiling or having to come down to prepare it.

She's also got a large bottle for water, which she's filling up after putting the bag over a shoulder. This seems like a heavy bit of work, but she used to do worse when she lived with one of her cousins. Throughout this entire affair, the weather-witch looks distinctly unhappy. Bother her at your own risk.]

Cherry Bomb 35 ♦ Nice ♦ [In person]

[fuses-n-scars.livejournal.com]

[Nice is sat in the kitchen, a piece of paper underneath a impatiently tapping pen. Give or take a month or so, she's worked out that she's been at the Manor for over a year. And lately, she's been feeling it. Sure, the field trips are great, and she's met some awesome people here. But that wasn't to say she didn't miss home. She (selfishly?) hoped that time hadn't passed back in 1930's Chicago, that her friends were still safe. She isn't sure what she wants to write down, but she knows she wants to get something out. Anything. It's as though she's become spoiled by this place. Always having food, always having somewhere to sleep...why should she get to be here, while everyone she loves back home don't?

Picking up the whiskey glass next to her hand, she takes a thoughtful drink. This wasn't a mood she often found herself in; and she isn't sure she likes it too much.]

13 ★ In Person

[whitefacedclown.livejournal.com]

[Allen was not expecting not to see his various oddities when he woke up and instead of seeing his white hair, mark upon his eye as well as his innocence arm, he instead came across reddish brown hair, his original hair colour before his...change. The marking upon his eye now gone and his arm look normal. It was odd to say the least, really odd. Tugging at his hair slightly trying to take everything he, his mind had wondered to one thing. If this meant that he was normal... did that mean that he couldn't do certain things.

With this in mind, he got dressed in his usual attire of a white shirt, trousers and a string tie as he started to make his way to the music room, where he hoped a piano was to test this theory out. He hoped that he could't be able to play it anymore, all he could do is hope right about now as he walked in.]