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A.

( Mutsu has always been an active spirit. You can ask anyone who knows him— he’s never been the type to sit still and is always running around (or away). Without doubt, he’s been one to contribute to the noise level in the apartment, especially in the past month but maybe… the apartment seems a little quieter? Just a little.

There’s a cup of now cold tea on the coffee table and some untouched candy in a bowl. Mutsu is sprawled across the couch on his stomach, one army dangling over the edge, hand just inches away from… the remote control for the tv. Some times his fingers move in a half hearted attempt to reach out for it but

He gives up with a sigh and just waits. Waits for someone to leave their room or come home or just generally come by— )

Heeeeey. ( You, yeah you. ) Pass the remote.

B.

( Either you’re a guest visiting or you live here and locked yourself out. Either way, you’re banging on the door to be let in because you know someone is in there. You heard the loud and dramatic whine followed by the dragged out, )

Cooooooomiiiing….

( . . .

. . .

. . .

A few minutes later. There’s a thud on the door (that’s a head leaning on it) and the door slooooooowly opens. There’s Mutsu, leaning not the doorway, looking like he just woke up from a nap.

Welcome home??? Who you... )

( A: After the disappearance of a certain someone. PRE-EVERY OTHER PROMPT )

[ Well, this is new. To both Ookurikara himself and the other residents. After months of not attending the gathering, the dragon-marked uchigatana finally decided to show up to the place. Whoever listened to the knocks on the door and decided to open it, they should be welcomed by the sight of a standing Ookurikara.

In Mitsutada's suit. It's actually a bit too big for him but it's not even crossing his mind right now.

Worry not, he's not giving off the glare that he always did to others. His eyes are actually rather calm, if not guilt-ridden and sad right now.

So... Let him in? ]

( B: The same day as A )

[ After he's settled inside the swordhaus (As much as settled goes for Ookurikara, anyway), he can be found doing housekeeping works: Sweeping, cooking, even cleaning the toilets. Dilligently, even. It's like even there's... A Mitsutada doing things as he would do around the apartment.

It's really unlike him, but just for today, to honor the missing friend that he would always respect forever, he'll do his part.

Help him doing chores, bother him, or do random things around him? ]

( C: Different day after two prompts above )

[ Around two or three days (or any other day) after Mitsutada's disapperance, Ookurikara is actually showing up again. This time in either his normal clothes, his training suit, or even his flashy work suit.

Today though, just for a different taste, he's bringing a big bottle of japanese sake with him. Directly brought from one of the famous shop on the Pleasure District. ]

Have you guys tried this?

[ Let's get wasted, bruh. Even if you say no, he's still going to drink it in front of your fucking nose. ]

(D: Wildcard )

[ This is my excuse for not being able to write further prompt. Come at me. ]

► A: Gotta Do Somethin'_
[Ever since Souza disappeared, Souza have been... incredibly restless. It's a mix of having a lot of energy, far more than people usually see him with outside of the battlefield. If he's sad about Souza, Sayo's... coping it somewhat well?

He haven't went on a rampage or ask Haru for permission to seek revenge, at least.

Instead, he's been expending his energy trying to help out whenever he can. And that includes coming over to the apartments and asking if there's anything he can do. And after getting someone's attention, either while doing work or chores, he asks.]

Is there anything I can do?

► B: Meow_
[It's probably to keep himself company. Or to keep on eye on him and making sure Kashuu (the cat) won't escape and get wet. Even as the flood slowly drains out, Sayo likes having his CYbuddy nearby.

So while Sayo's visiting one of the apartments, he would bring Kashuu (the cat) over with him.

People would either:

1: THE CAT
Find Katshuu by himself, wandering around the apartment while his owner is busy with either chores or other work. He would look up when he notice someone approaching him and just stares.

Staaaaaaaaare.

OR

2: THE CUTE
After Sayo was finished with the work, he still have a lot of energy to spare. But without any work he can do, either they're finished or someone else can handle it, he felt like he have to do something.

And after looking at Katshuu, he might have an idea.

... That would be why people would see Sayo playing with his CYbuddy cat without saying much. But it looks like he's enjoying himself.]

[ The ridiculous "gamer tag" had worn off and disappeared a few hours after he had found himself dumped so unceremoniously in this place. At least once evening set in Pitch could make use of the lengthening shadows. For once being pleased to be unseen as night swallowed up the day leaving only the tiny pinpricks of stars as reminders.

The number and address were crumpled in one hand, long since memorized. Pitch Black had, at first, tried to convince himself that the invitation meant nothing. There was no way Haru, or anyone for that matter, would just open themselves up to dark dreams. so Pitch stayed away... but then his curiosity got the better of his judgement.

so with that damnable slip of paper in hand he peered out from one of the closets used for storage and extra bedding. You'd think it would be cramped for someone as tall as he was, but in truth he was oddly agile. It's actually something out of a Gieger painting, so be glad if you miss the creepy closet monster. Peering very cautiously around the door, the bedroom looks empty...]

→ ❝ A. Slaps PSD on cat. His now!

[ A cat. It's just the animal itself which catches Yamato's attention and makes him glance over at it every so often. A flick of it's tail and sapphire stares, just a small lick of it's paw and the uchigatana contemplates his every move. From how he acts, Yamato's realtionship with cats is more love and hate — most of the time they find him company but he has had a bit of bad history. Besides, no one is around, right? Why is it snooping around.. as if it lives here? Which anyone but Yamato can be pretty sure that it does, this is probably Sayo's cat but you know... you know.. what can go wrong? ]

You stop right there!

[ Speaking to the cat, he unsheathes his vessel and points at the feline as if it's another monster that he has to fight. When he takes a step forward, the feline believes in making a dash for it and of course, Yamato will follow in order to cleanse this apartment of these.. stray ~~bad omen~~ cats! Keeping his eyes on the animal, he starts to follow right after it in hopes of being able to either catch it — his sandals hitting against the ground as he continues to swipe his vessel at the poor cat. What has the cat done wrong but mind it's own business!!

Running around within the apartment as he bumps into various things such as tables and breaking vases, he slashes his vessel forward in order to attack the feline but he misses! ]

Stop running!

[ It doesn't take long until he has the feline in a corner, an open window behind and Yamato smiles since he's so proud of himself for getting this far. With just one movement of his vessel will be the end of it, right? Wrong. With another step, the cat decides to make an escape through the window but Yamato isn't foolish enough to allow it to escape, running forward towards the window and getting half his body through plus his sword, the window pane follows right after and drops down on the uchigatana's back and he flinches because that does hurt. ]

Ow ow ow.. why..

[ On a ledge he notices that the cat is sitting there rather nicely, no need to complain and Yamato hanging halfway out a window with a big drop between him and the ground. Perhaps you're in the room behind him.. please pull him out? He needs assistance? Maybe you're walking past the apartment below him and just happen to look up.... please.. help him. ]

This was a mistake..

→ ❝ B. (Sad Music Included)

[ For this being his first day here, he's been through a lot in the past few hours so he's decided to do something to pass the time. Finding the couch, he decides to sit down so that he wouldn't get into anymore trouble but with his weight crashing down — he accidentally sits on the remote and with a CLICK the TV before him flashes on. What comes on the weird box before him is some commercial but to Yamato, it's just some sad man trapped in a unknown world to be mocked by all people who watch him.

The man is sad.. lonely.. depressed? All in all. He is hurt. Who hurt him?

As he continues to watch the commercial, he feels bad for this human but he shouldn't meddle in personal affairs. He isn't sure why this household is keeping humans hostage and having them make food.. but there has to be a reason. In the middle of the commercial, Yamato moves and flicks to another channel — GODZILLA..... as that plays, a giant monster shoots out lightning from it's mouth and Yamato is alert! Is that man about to die? Yamato has to save him?

What if this man dies?!

Quickly getting up from the couch, he rushes over to the nearest vase so that he can use it to save the man inside of the TV.. This is helpful? He'll save him? From this lightning monster? It's no different from a historical revisionist, right? Swinging the vase into the TV and an explosion sounds right after the screen breaks and smoke comes from the device — Yamato gets down on his knees to look inside of the TV for the person he was supposed to be saving? Where is he?

Getting down on his knees, he peeks inside of the broken TV, fanning away a bit of smoke as he hears footsteps behind him. Oh, maybe they'd know where the sad older gentleman is. ]

I can't find the person I saved.. do you know where they are?

→ ❝ C. Wildcard.

[ where did you find yamato! this is his first day @ the swordhaus, im so tired, i embarrassed myself. ugh im laughing ]

I. lovelive it is real and dangerous...please save your loved ones,

[ Since arriving and getting situated, Mikazuki spends most of his time in the apartment living room, curled up on the couch and staring at his CereVice for hours. While he still has no idea how texting and emails and all of that technical mumbo jumbo works, he HAS figured out what app games are and after downloading a bunch onto his CereVice, that's all he's been invested in doing.

Now...Mikazuki has tried a bunch of different games but he finds that rhythm tap tap games are his favorite. There are only a handful of those out on the market but he's become absolutely FASCINATED by an idol girl game and if you've seen his bank account well, he's spent a lot of his hard earned credits on it too. But it was worth it for URs of best girl in his opinion. ]

Aaaah -- [ But on THIS DAY, Mikazuki has been in the living room going "aaah" for a few hours now and if anyone has tried to talk to him, he hasn't noticed. It's not until his phone is turned off that he actually pays attention and when he does, he turns towards the nearest person and instead of normally reaching out and asking for their help, his hand vice grips onto their leg and if they try to move away, they'll be dragging a jiji along the floor with them. ] Wait! Aaah, I can't FC this song...do you think you could help me? I keep getting really close but I always mess up right at the end and I really need the FC love gem so I can do a 11 scout again! I'm sooo close, it's not hard, I promise! You're just tapping at the screen along with the beat, haha, easy! [ He's already handing you his CereVice as he explains, there's no escaping now. ]

It's not hard, I promise! I'll be indebted to you if you at least try! [ It's not hard for him but this is what he expects YOU to do. ]

II. http://36.media.tumblr.com/ab00597c582aeec5d8e89581dde2e678/tumblr_nswe5mmm5f1tezaj9o1_400.png

[ After deciding to get some fresh air after being cooped up inside all day playing on his CereVice, Mikazuki has been looking around the apartment for someone to help him... ... ...get dressed. It's no secret that he loves being dressed in elegant style of clothing, layers upon layers of silk fabrics and the like but he doesn't have the foggiest idea of how it's all supposed to go on him. And he can't very well leave the Swordhaus looking any less than his best! He has a reputation to uphold. He's at least dressed in his first layer, that much he can handle but it's the second and third layers that he can't, plus accessories.

Mikazuki is also not exactly embarrassed to be walking around in his bottom layer but it's starting to get cold and he'd much rather be dressed and outside. Like earlier, he ends up just grabbing whoever just so happen to be walking by, dragging them to his and Tsurumaru's shared room with urgency and locking them in to avoid anyone peeking in or well, an escape. He's all smiles when he turns towards you, clapping his hands together and only saying one thing. ] You don't mind helping an old man, do you?

[ Mikazuki kind of realizes that sounds weird so he'll try and follow it up but what he says doesn't help make this any less weird either. ] You see, since I work in the Pleasure District, I wanted to be prepared! Which is why I need your help. [ It's completely innocent but the innuendos go right over jiji's head. ]

III. save him

[ HE'S JUST GOING TO TRY and relax and take it easy now. Shenanigans have tired him out and as the day is winding down, he wants to take a bath! Simple and easy and hopefully nothing too destructive. At least it would have been if Mikazuki knew how to work modern style showers. He's been sitting bathside for about twenty minutes, turning the faucets on and off and trying to get the right temperature but all he can get is cold water? At one point he thought about asking someone for help but after earlier, he thinks that no, he'll do this on his own! Which ends up in disaster. ]

Oh, maybe if I...? [ Umpteenth time is the charm and so Mikazuki turns on the water and it's STILL COLD but he has the idea that he just has to wait for it to warm up and get hot. Unfortunately, he nodded off about halfway through and if you're outside the bathroom door then you'll feel your feet getting wet and frantic yelling from beyond the door. Mikazuki has, predictably, flooded the bathroom at least and part of the hallway. He's lifting up those poofy pants of his, trying not to get them wet to no avail but it doesn't seem to occur to him to turn OFF the water and this would all be fine if the door to the bathroom wasn't locked and someone could actually help him when he actually really needs it. ] Oh noooo --

[ It's been a few days since Kasen's traumatic arrival (it was traumatic for him), and so after sulking for a few days straight, he's at least getting back to his normal self. This means that one day, Kasen wakes up and puts on a different oufit, which should signal something to any of the swords, considering there's no fieldwork or horsework to be done.

Kasen is cooking.

And indeed, Kasen leaves in the morning only to return with many hefty bags of groceries, and he gets started to cooking in apartment two. The door is unlocked, since Kasen also knows better than to actually try and keep people out of the kitchen, lest they come up with especially creative ways to break in...

He's not quite stress cooking at this point, but he is working on an especially laborious, elaborate dish for dinner tonight, since he's making enough to feed everyone. Hope you're in the mood for chanko-nabe!

a — Before he actually gets started with simmering the food, there's of course quite a lot of care given to preparation. Kasen is carefully cutting every vegetable, meat, and block of tofu to be both delicious and elegant, since these are things he definitely cares about. You can try and steal a bite, but you're likely to get recruited to help...

b — Once the giant hotpot is starting to simmer, Kasen just sighs and opens the door to the apartment, since he knows once certain people get a whiff of the food, he's not going to be left alone. But he's waiting in the kitchen and standing guard with a ladle in hand. No snacks.

c — If you somehow didn't perish in this amount of time, it's finally dinner time! Kasen has made enough room for anyone that wants a plate to get some, even if they're probably going to be having to just straight up sit on the floor to eat it. Still, Kasen puts a lot of love into his food, so it's surely going to be delicious!

Pick a cooking mama prompt above or make up your own! Even non-swords will be welcome to dinner, since there's plenty of chanko-nabe to go around. ]

i.
[ with all the flooding and destruction and now reconstruction, plus his illness, haru's attendance at sousei's class lately has been spotty. that's no surprise-- in fact, it's pretty normal, particularly with so many of his swords showing up again. on the other hand, he has to keep his practice up somehow..

he had been cleaning. the apartment's quiet, and haru's in a tanktop and sweatpants rolled up to his knees. his hair's been pulled into a short tail (the underside is now pink thanks to kashuu), and.. he's holding a broom. he was probably sweeping, but now it's become a kind of makeshift bokken as he swings it at an imaginary opponent.

.. beware of startling him, he might just whack you. ]

ii.
[ haru keeps pretty busy, so it's rare to see him sit in one place for long unless he's sleeping. today, then, is probably a rare occasion. he's curled against one arm of the couch, his face in a book, the (replacement, thanks yamato) tv on and turned down low.

when he hears the shuffle of footsteps, he glances up, pale eyes warming fondly as he pats the seat beside him. ]

Did you want to watch something?

wildcard.
[ or, you know, if you want haru for something else, prompt me! ]

A
[Donuts and ice cream anyone? Because that's what he's bringing into the house right now.

Donuts from work and the ice cream is to replace all the stuff he's been surreptitiously eating from the fridge, plus some more for the rest of the household. (Sorry, Jack) He's found a few different flavors and bought a tub of each to bring back. Hopefully there is space in the freezer for it.

His arms are full, so when he gets back to the apartment, he has to bang on doors with his feet.]

Oi! Open up!

B
[Cleaning his sword used to be a in-the-room activity. Nagasone was usually there, reading, and Dotanuki could enjoy the quiet companionship. With Nagasone gone, however, Dotanuki has moved his sword cleaning out into the living room. Regardless of whether someone wants to watch TV or eat at the table, or do homework, or just sit on the couch without a ton of random crap everywhere, Dotanuki has denied that inherent right.

He's seated with his blade out, cleaning cloth, oils, and powders out on the table and near him on the couch. He's also got an old black and white war movie on the television and is absently watching that while cleaning his sword and chewing on beef jerky.

He's like the worst oyaji ever right now.]

Wildcard
[Choose your own adventure, anything else you want to do here.]

A.

[There's going to be a few changes with Ishikirimaru moving in.

The place which one calls home is a sanctuary, and he wants to make sure that the house channels a good aura to its residents.

One may notice that there is an altar set up in his room, and furniture is being dragged here and there to improve its fengshui (yes it is kind of a Shinto thing).

The oodachi seems a little too engaged in his cleanup to not notice if any other of his housemates were victims of this 'purification'.]

B.

[The television is quite the oddity to the holy sword. It resembles a sacred mirror, and yet it is blackened and given importance to with its central position in the living room.

Daily rites must be conducted, and one can see him kneeling before the screen, chanting esoteric incantations while waving his gohei.

Essentially, he is worshipping the TV and he has no idea what a remote is.]

[It doesn't take that long for Souji to settle in, really. If he's to be honest with himself, he'd always been more comfortable and happy whenever he was staying over with the swords, even during his first stay here. It was just that he hadn't wanted to intrude, hadn't wanted to get in the way. Now that he was invited on no uncertain terms, with the implication that he was going to be picked up and carried back if he tried to live somewhere else, he didn't have to worry about that anymore.

He enjoys sharing a living space with Kashuu and Yamato, but since they obviously can't stay in their room all day, neither will Souji. He's made himself a little spot on the floor of the living room with a futon and some pillows and a hidden stash of candy, and the frequency of someone walking past and talking to him for a while is enough not to make him fretful.

His eyes widen a bit when this time around, the person entering the room is Hijikata - but then again, he shouldn't be surprised. Haru does have a tendency of opening this home up to people, especially those who have a connection with spirits or with his swords. So after a moment, his face lights up with a smile, and he waves his hand a bit to draw the other man's attention.]

Hello, there. I wanted to have a quick word with you, if you don't mind. [How about we pretend that the whole self sacrifice thing never happened?]

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