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[attr="class","body"]Of course shit had to happen right as she was about to (lovingly) tease the living hell out of Juju for being ‘convinced’ to show up by Yaoyao pestering and pleading remorselessly to get her some social activity into her schedule.

Now. Rahul swiping the single button on Kei’s jacket to let ‘the boys’ get some air? Fine. Cool. Appreciated, even. Vindicating, even if the presumptive nature of him putting his hands on Kei and messing with his outfit did annoy her. But she can let it slide, since the result was a net positive in her book.

The weird-lookin’ cat-kid coming up, throwing some puns at different people and making a joke about possession? Harmless. Even a little funny. Gave her some material to make a joke of her own about what exactly he can ‘possess’ later tonight. No repercussions necessary, even if handing over an entire sewing kit was a little overkill. But if baobao wants his jacket buttoned up, she’ll survive the loss of the view. Won’t be the end of the world.

But some what's-her-name nobody touting a ‘costume’ that’s literally just an old-timey robe, acting like she’s the shit, interrupting their conversation, making a face at Kei like he looks anything less than amazing, and demanding he do anything—

It takes her a solid few seconds just to process the sheer audacity. Then she’s fire and fury, skin ink-black at her hands and climbing. Red solo-cup handed off to — either Juju or Baobao, one of ‘em — before she can crush it in her ire, snapping so close to the tail-end of Juju’s commentary that it’s almost an interruption itself:

Oh dear, a soft voice sighs in the back of her mind, but it's too late. She's going.

“Excuse you? Who exactly the fuck do you think you are, you tiny two-bit broke-body brat, in your little yen-a-dozen shrine bitch robe, to be making any demands out of any of the people here for your stupid kitschy little backyard sale costume competition? Before you comment on what anyone else is wearing, how about you take into consideration the fact that you look like you just rolled out of bed and decided your bed-sheet and a curbside stitch job was an acceptable costume. Be fucking for real. At least the redhead looks like they belong at a ren-faire—“

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Samaritan | Takanashi Misaki | Masao Ando | Ylva Riis | Kei Hada | Mafdet Khepri | junsuina | 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐨𝐲 | Sumi Okita

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[𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐨𝐲]

“A recede—”

“A receding hareline!”

The scarecat (points for the intentional play and subversion of ‘scaredy-cat’) was more interested in telling jokes rapid fire than initiating conversation. It was as if they learned social cues through internet tutorials and search engines. ‘How to be funny’ and ‘best one liners’ were somewhere in their search history. I’d bet at the tippy top.

They handed Kei a sewing kit which, with what little I knew of her, thought would bring forth Yaoyao’s wrath. She was protective and had enough strength to throw her weight around with reckless abandon, even if it got her into more trouble than out of it. Fortunately for the scarecat, someone else pushed a bigger, redder button.

What started as an innocent competition where we’d judge outfits was abruptly ended by the sound of feet slamming against cracking wood — poor ship. I don’t even think it’s made of wood, which makes it all the more worrisome.

I know who I’m voting for. My tastes are obvious… but I couldn’t care less about the competition in front of me. Not when there was something interesting happening. I would’ve been more invested in the competition if anyone was brave enough to have an opinion. Turns out… someone did. Only about a completely different matter at hand. To think innocuous flattery would bring us here. There must be history.

A few bunnies scurry from out of my costume and hide behind me. They’re shaking. But iIf something goes wrong, they’ll get help. Until then…

We watch.

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[Masao Ando]

She looked up when Michael greeted her and returned the greeting with a small wave. ''Nice to see you too. I didn't know you were the type to go to parties.'' She was one to talk, this was probably the first party of this caliber she had ever gone to. ''You can speak your mind Michael, do not worry about choosing. This is merely a game Riis-san wanted to play and I do not care for the results in the slightest.'' Except she did, except she totally did and she wanted to win.

She went back to her sketching until Yaoyao's tantrum drew her attention. She hadn't seen what happened but she wasn't surprised that it was Ylva who was getting this kind of attention. ''Takanashi-san.'' She pointed her pencil at Misaki, before pointing back to Yaoyao. ''Can we count that as a point for me?''

Samaritan, Takanashi Misaki, Ylva Riis, Freja Helt, Kei Hada, Mafdet Khepri, junsuina, 𝕐 + 𝕐, 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐨𝐲, Sumi Okita,

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With an unblinking stare, she would watch as Micahel tried to get out of choosing with some half-ass answer about how both of them looked great. Oh good, another cop-out; they'd been getting a lot of those tonight. "That's a point for both. Next."Jun
was even less helpful than the first guy at first trying to opt out of choosing entirely. "Yes. You have to choose. It's important."In her mind it was obvious she kept Jun from being skewered by that whole Nightmare nonsense, Andy just gave speeches that no one asked for.[break][break]

Speaking of speeches that no one asked for the other girl, who she didn't ask, she decided to give her unsolicited opinion in a rant that reminded her of Jun's buddy. You know, The one who talked too much. She would stare unblinking with her usual emotionlessness, with the plan to ignore her just like she did with the other guy. That was until a certain redheaded armored blight decided to cheat. She would turn to Misaki, "That doesn't count. Solicited opinions only." She would return her attention to the longer group and move on from Yaoyao to Rahul, who was quiet as usual. She also pointed to Freja during this process. "You two. Which one?" [break][break]

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[Yanai Yoko]

''That's cheating.''

Yoko strode up with a drink already in hand. Dressed to impress, she was sure her costume would have won the contest if it wasn't one between idiot one and idiot two. ''If you aren't asking everyone and you're just asking those you feel like, then you're rigging the vote.'' She said, pointing at Ylva before taking a sip of her drink through a straw. ''I vote for the snowman, it's more interesting than whatever the tall one has going on.'' She looked at Misaki, making sure to get her vote counted.

''Also, can you two stop fighting? That's what the Sports Festival was for, absolute shitheads.'' She sneered at Yaoyao and Ylva. that should help deescalate things. Then she looked past them, spotting Khepri and Michael, offering them a wave. ''Hey Michael, Khepri. You don't have a drink yet? We need to get you both drinking. I'll get you something, my treat.'' Or it would be if Sumi wasn't already paying for the party. Jun's fit was nice, although it didn't seem very Halloween inspired ''Senpai, nice costume.'' She added, turning to look at the rest of the attendees. She didn't know Misaki, but she recognized Rahul for being that shithead bunny guy and Kei... His costume... After taking one look at him she looked him dead in the eye. ''Not what I was expecting from you, Kai.'' She said messing up his name unintentionally. She couldn't help but look towards Sumi and Freja too. Sumi was hosting this whole thing, did she really want fighting on the yacht?

Samaritan, Takanashi Misaki, Masao Ando,Ylva Riis, Freja Helt, Kei Hada, Mafdet Khepri, junsuina, 𝕐 + 𝕐, 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐨𝐲, Sumi Okita,

[Kei Hada]

Things sure were happening in this party that was keeping Kei on varying degrees of stress. His bunny apprentice damaged his outfit (only slightly). A cat person gave him something to fix it (pretty helpful but having someone's possession in his hand was added pressure). And Ylva? God, the red on his face may as well be a permanent fixture. She needed them to judge though so he could try he guessed?

Before he could apologize for not having a shirt on hand however, a cup was shoved in his hands. It was awkward to hold alongside his own drink and the sewing kit. But what was more important was the reason why he had it now. He may not be able to hear Lili's thoughts but oh no was right.

Kei could only watch in horror as his girlfriend began her tirade, calling out the woman for not only deeming her contest so important that everyone else should drop what they're doing for it but for even daring to criticize their own outfits. Well, really it was just his but that was usually enough to get her going. He's pretty sure the girls wouldn't care about his opinion anymore.

His attention was pulled for a moment when a familiar blonde stood close to him. He turned his head, ready to give his greeting when she spoke first. He got flustered at the first half of her sentence but it was the second that he felt the need to comment on. "Kai??" Because seriously, his name was one syllable. One!

For some reason though Yaoyao was getting louder. He turned back to the commotion and God, Ylva was ignoring her. This was going to get bad if he didn't do something.

Kei raised a finger at the pumpkin girl. "Sorry Yoko- could you excuse me for a sec?" Without waiting for an answer he placed everything he was carrying on the nearest table and made his way to the scene. He needed his hands free to do what he had to next.

Which was wrap his arms around Yaoyao's waist before she could take another step. "Yaoyao please- you gotta calm down! I'm fine!" He peeked his head over her shoulder as he spat feathers from his mouth - stupid wings. "Really sorry about this! Come on-" he'd try to haul her back towards the side of the yacht and away from the ice student.

Sumi Okita,Samaritan,Freja Helt,𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐨𝐲,𝕐 + 𝕐,junsuina,Mafdet Khepri,Takanashi Misaki,Ylva Riis,Masao Ando,Yanai Yoko

[Mafdet Khepri]

By the time the bartender had finished their drink Khepri had already wandered off once more, their jokes flowing like water instead. Much like water the quality of Khepri's jokes varied from place to place as they darted between people, influenced by the maintenance of the distribution system, competence of the one calling the shots and time spent doing cost and risk analysis. So too much like the previous metaphor had Khepri gotten lost completely in the short time they'd been left unsupervised. Luckily not for long as the yacht wasn't big enough for that and they were spotted before they could find any lifeboats.

"Pumpkin!" They enthusiastically called out to Yoko upon seeing their costume. "Why did the pumpkin and the scarecrow get awards? Because they were outstanding in their field!"

Stepping closer with a smile they waved at the phantom as well before their eyes widened in realization. Wait, was that Michael? They hadn't recognized him until Yoko said his name! That costumes really worked. Briefly Khepri wondered if they'd already talked to anyone else they knew before this too. Nah, probably not. 

"I got a drink, it's right over-" They pointed at an empty spot to the side before looking around, their index finger moving along with their gaze until they spotted the bartender they'd spoken to. "-there! Oh! That reminds me!" They continued while turning to Michael with a wide smile. Now that they knew who he was they had to tell another joke. Jokes had to be tailored to the audience after all.

"What's a balloon's least favorite drink? Pop!"

It was a shame they'd given their sewing kit away already.

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[junsuina]

[attr="class","bmsk"] in blackest night... Oh boy, this was escalating quickly. Thankfully Kei had a pretty good handle on her, but it would help a little to try and placate Yaoyao a little bit as she did her best to interpose between the two women. "Um, yeah, Yaoyao you don't have to resort to your usual methods just yet! Ylva...Ylva just uh..." What was a good lie to tell? Lying was bad, especially if she was putting words in another person's mouth. What would be the best way to go about this... "She's...not into guys, and therefore Kei? So she doesn't have an appreciation for shirtless...Kei...like you do..." She trails off, realizing that everything she just said was the absolute worst. Very bad. But hey, a distraction! "Yoko! You look really cute! And thanks for the comment, though I think I look bad in it..." Navigating through all this was awful. The worst. And what made this worse was she needed to figure out a way to get out of here, and with Kei dragging Yaoyao off she was left there, awkwardly. "And uh, Ylva? Masao? You probably should ask everyone...you know, get more than just a few thoughts? If everyone votes it'd be a much more engaging and interesting competition..." Even if she herself hadn't voted yet. She felt like she was between a rock and a hard place with that. junsuina,𝕐 + 𝕐,𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐨𝐲,Masao Ando,Ylva Riis,Yanai Yoko,Kei Hada,Mafdet Khepri,

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[Mafdet Khepri]

Only belatedly did Khepri acknowledge the commotion going on. It wasn't like they hadn't noticed it but for some reason they'd steered clear of it. Only once the angel started being carried away by the person they'd loaned their sewing kit too, Kai if they heard Yoko correctly, did they start paying attention. Luckily it seemed to be resolving itself without anyone dying. Ignoring the sudden bout of nausea they probably got due to talking so much without drinking anything they smiled happily at the approaching senior. Oh! It seemed like Yoko knew her! They themself didn't though, having only seen them around here and there, so they should probably introduce themself.

"Hi, I'm Khepri! It's very gay to meet you!" Khepri parroted with a wide smile, only now recalling the way Japanese people introduced themselves that they'd heard back at the barbeque a few months ago. After a few moments they realized they were forgetting something else too. "Oh! I should go vote. Have any of you voted yet? Which one do you like best?"

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[attr="class","body"]The shadows are rising. Her face is surrounded by darkness, ink-black hair rising and taking on an eerie un-life of its own, the rippling dark around her fists looking weirdly sharp and ominous and Are those your claws, for goodness’ sake, Yaoyao, please—

”Oh, I’m so calm. I’m calmly going to respond to the fact that her face is ‘soliciting’ my fist to-“

It’s like picking up a cat by the scruff of its neck. Who was about to turn a snowman in a bedsheet into a limp floe of ice on the water? Not the woman grumbling in Kei’s arms, that’s for sure. Her arms are crossed and she looks annoyed, yeah, but she’s about as docile as Yaoyao gets. Combined with Jun’s BS-ing an orientation for Ylva that’d explain her disdainful reaction… crisis averted (hopefully?). Avoided entirely, if they’re lucky.

Her seething at being ignored — by ”that condescending, pretentious, entitled little midget” no less — settles to a simmer. Even if she’s still pissy about the whole thing, with a cloak of lavender wisps heavy (in an attempt at soothing) on her shoulders and her baobao’s arms around her, it’s hard to maintain the momentum required for just about any sort of mauling.

Back at the edge of the yacht, she’s simmered down to a sulk. No complaints about being held, though. ”I coulda taken her,” she grumbles.

Lili, for her part, doesn’t dare to agree or to disagree; sometimes, she’s learned, the best thing to do to avoid problems is to do nothing at all.

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[Samaritan]

Michael Faraday

Popping In

Luckily Michael's indecisive answer was dismissed without too much contention. He let out a sigh of relief as the tension was now off of him. The volatile competitiveness of these two was not something Michael was use to as of yet. After all, this was only the second time he felt he had really got to interact with the both of them and the last time... was much more heated. Michael slipped away to go find the cat scarecrow telling jokes.

Michael was pretty certain that they were Mafdet-san. He had shared plenty of classes together as first years but he never really got a chance to interact with them until the Balloon Bonanza. He felt he hadn't really had the chance to meet with them under less stressful moments, so he hoped to try having a conversation. As he approached them he could hear the voice of his best friend loudly chiding the ambush costume contest of Masao and Ylva.

Michael's nervousness over upsetting someone with an 'undesired' middle of the road answer to a solely subjective question was blow away with the appearance of Yoko. Michael had been trying to keep her convinced to come to this party all weak. Every time she agreed to go with him was followed up with her eventually taking it back with an anxious and angry refusal. So Michael was thrilled to see her, and even more so in her adorable costume! However, Yoko seemed even more... vocal than normal tonight.

Yoko waved him down and immediately offered to get him a drink. Michael chuckled believing she was purposefully telling a joke by saying it was her treat. It was just like with Mafdet-san. It even made them turn their attention back to Bael with another joke, this one more catered to his quirk, or more directly his head, than his costume. Michael chuckled softly, thought the comment did make him remember the Balloon Bonanza event of the school festival and... it was best not to think of that.

Mafdet-san brightly introduced themself to Yoko and Michael by extension. Michael smiled, behind his face, as he wondered if they had a slip of the tongue or if it was another joke to say 'very gay to meet you'. Michael laughed lightly, when everything was a joke it was difficult to gauge the tone or sincerity of statements. "Yes, I'm Michael. We were in the balloon event together. I was... well the guy with a balloon for a head." Michael chuckled nervously realizing how dumb his statement was.

But he quickly got pulled out of that as conflict was brewing. All the nerves that had been bubbling from trying to navigate the social setting melted away as he noticed how close a fight was to breaking out. Michael started to move his way towards an upperclassmen he recognized (Kei and Jun) and some he didn't. However, Michael was relieved to see Kei actually defuse the conflict before it got out of hand. Michael was impressed and was all the more intrigued to eventually tutor under his support senpai. After the 2v2 match they had been in together, Michael had been wanting to speak with Kei about ideas that the support department might be able to help him with for deescalation out in the field. But he'd let that go for now and returned to his conversation with Yoko and Khepri.

"The costumes... oh. Well I think that they a both perfectly suited for who's wearing each... but I wouldn't say I think one is better than another." Michael said with a faint smile as he explained his vote to Khepri.

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TLDR: Michael was glad to see Yoko as he went to speak with Khepri. He was about to jump in to try to deescalate the fight brewing but Kei had that covered so he just hung back to talk with Yoko and Khepri.

[𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐨𝐲]

The fight was underwhelming. The primary reason being that there wasn’t a fight, let alone a confrontation. Yaoyao was ignored, which despite my notably brief acquaintance with Ylva seemed fitting. And in the same vein, Yaoyao’s desire to escalate was also — I cannot emphasize this enough — expected. Kei held her back and then things continued as per usual. The usual in this case being everyone’s inability to vote.

I understood why. For Halloween costumes they were standard fair. There wasn’t anything interesting about either of their get ups. In fact, if you had told me these were their hero costumes, I would have believed you. It was too in line with what they could feasibly pull off as part of their brand.

Was that what this was? Were they using Halloween as a way to A/B test future costume designs? It didn’t matter much to me. My answer was the same now as it was in the beginning.

“Ylva,” I voted. The first ‘brave’ soul. My reasons were anything but objective. I had worked with her in the past. She was smart and capable. A bit cold — no pun intended — and she also gave us a show by ticking off Yayao before she was sedated by Kei’s loving arms. It’d also prove a point to Ylva that I’d hope she’d reciprocate: She can count on me.

We’ll see how that goes.

Still, there was one last thing I wanted. Everyone was being too passive. They could have been nice and decisive but they weren’t… They were all cowards. Yet again I find myself wondering if this is a problem that stems from UAU or Japan’s culture as a whole. So, let’s start a fire.

“And it’s not close.”

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junsuina | 𝕐 + 𝕐 | Masao Ando | Ylva Riis
Yanai Yoko | Kei Hada | Mafdet Khepri | Samaritan

[Masao Ando]

''Does that mean you will vote too, or do you plan to remain indecisive, Kanjo-san?'' If no one voted she was never going to win against Ylva. Then that troll girl voted for Ylva, and Rahul too. His unnecessary comment that it was 'not even close' ticked a nerve with her, although it was near impossible to see due to her ever-stoic expression. Instead, she calmly walked towards Rahul as she finished sketching whatever she had been working on.

''Is that so? Correct me if I'm wrong, riff-raff like you have a way of wasting precious oxygen with the nonsense they spout, is this the so-called candidate you would be voting for?'' With one hand she tore the page off of her clipboard and handed it to Rahul, before returning to her usual spot. ''Takanashi-san, are you keeping count?'' She looked over at Misaki, making sure she wasn't getting lost in all the madness that was taking place on the yacht.

Samaritan, Takanashi Misaki ,Ylva Riis, Freja Helt, Kei Hada, Mafdet Khepri, junsuina, 𝕐 + 𝕐, 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐨𝐲, Sumi Okita

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Sumi's attention had been split in multiple directions. Not only was there the initial group she had seen first, but several of her fellow support students had arrived in the interim. She would pat Freja on the shoulder and unlike the first time she held an event like this she would depart from the group to greet her other friends. This wasn't like last time she had plenty of people to greet instead of just meet (for the first time). [break][break]

She would come back after most of the trouble between the emo girl and the little snowperson had been resolved, with a tray of drinks for everyone! She would attempt to flag down Kei before he moved away from the group instead coming back to stand by Freja's side. "I know a lot of you already, but for those, I don't, hi! I'm Sumi Okita, a 2nd year in the support course. Welcome to my party!" For anyone she immediately recognized and could place, she would offer a drink, and for those she couldn't, she added "Just need to make sure you guys are old enough to drink if you are lets have a good time! There's plenty of food by the bar, and upstairs, you can do some karaoke!" then she noticed the board and Masao standing near it. "Oh, Masao! Are you guys having a contest??" she would take a moment to catch herself up to speed. "Can I vote? That's a cool knight costume! That's my vote!"[break][break]

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