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[swordsitter]

Who: swordhaus + cr
When: throughout june (+ the end of may, because i missed a month oops)
Where: the three apartments swordhaus uses..
What: june (+ may) catch-all
Rating/Warning: probably nothing, but i'll edit as necessary.

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[ sword mafia at home. ]

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[refate]

[ So, Kon's pretty sure - judging by the last thing he remembers, and the date that he's looking at on his cerevice - that he's lost an entire month. There's nothing, nada, zilch, in his memory about what happened to him, where he might have been, until he was in ViViD all over again. Considering everything he did, and risked, to make sure that Sensai didn't do basically the same thing to him, the fact that CERES pulled it off and there was nothing he could do...

It bothers him. A lot.

But after dealing with the ViViD level for new arrivals, and talking to Hiro about what he missed, he figures he ought to swing by the apartments just to see what's happened to them. It doesn't matter if there's space for him still or not, he's worried about the saniwa and his swords and the brigade of people that come and go and live here. Even if he won't admit it outright, here he is, poking his head in with his good hand braced on the doorframe of (insert your apartment of choice here), eyebrows quirked. ]

Knock knock. [ 'sup, swordhaus, your residential historian hacker is back. What's good? ]

[hoasen]

[Right now, she's probably trying to make sure everything is not a mess. Sure, the swords try, but they could get a little Wild.

That was a voice that didn't belong to any of them, however, and she looks up.]

Oh? [He looks rather familiar.] Hello!

[dishevelment]

[and Shinonome would find a certain redhead in obnoxious lounge pants and a loose white button up shirt working in the kitchen, ostensibly trying to make either roasted sweet potatoes or some kind of congee-- the results were uncertain. It was a small grace that his tangled mess of a ponytail was tied up in a bun and kept out of the way, considering the state of what he was working on.

Koumei looked up at the sound of that familiar voice, not entirely surprised. He had seen Kon's name on the list of new arrivals in ViViD and knew it was only a matter of time before the man returned.]

Ah. You're here, [he commented easily, not even sure what to say to someone who had been missing for a month-- and not by his own volition.]

[adornmental]

Oh! You're back!

[Kashuu, who'd previously just been sprawled out on the sofa like a bum, immediately sits upright and leans over the sidearm. He sticks a hand out, gesturing Kon in.]

I'm guessing you remember things if you've come back here on your own and all, yeah? Unless someone else was like "hey, you live with a bunch of swords!"