[Sumi Okita]

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[attr="class,"memoryDarkbody"]Rolling her eyes in his direction, "I haven't changed my mind about anything yet but I'll give you a chance to make a good, honest impression this time" she would stick out her tongue at Sebastian. If he wanted her number, she would make it challenging for him. He had already struck out once, and given his propensity for being a goober, there was a high chance he would do it again. "It is nice of you to get Jun an iced tea, though" she added, unaware that Sebastian was the worst in his decision-making. She would relieve Freja of her first aid kit, inspecting Shion to see if there was any lasting damage. Besides some dirt on his clothes, he seemed fine, but she would continue to observe him just in case. Just...not too close since that broom thing was a little sketchy. Luckily girl scout Jun was on the case to run interference and it seemed to have distracted her from the drinking "issue."
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So Marlene wasn't organic. Interesting. She would cup her chin with her hand brow furled as she thought about the situation more. This made things a bit more complicated but possible. "What if..." She would hold up a finger to Zen to get him to stop talking so she could focus before quickly interjecting as he got her name wrong again "Sumi." she would make a point to point to herself so he'd understand what she was trying to get at. Before she could conclude, she would raise an eyebrow at the gesture Zen would make towards Marlene on her behalf. They were an odd duo — one with extreme manners and the other without any. Marlene was an absolute sweetheart, though; her "condition" made Sumi feel even more indebted to her for the beautiful gift. She would eagerly take Marlene's hand, clasping it between her own two, and make eye contact. "You don't have to ask. We're already friends, aren't we?" she would flash a smile from ear to ear before continuing her earlier train of thought. "Even with the status as...automaton would be more correct than a robot, yes?" Marlene was designed to be as similar to a human as possible "If I can get the help of one of our engineers or even someone at UAU with the know-how, I think I can still do it." she would snap his fingers, suddenly having an idea "Synthetics! If you don't have a genetic code, I could apply the same process through engineering." she would approach Marlene and place her hands on her shoulders excitedly "You gave me the gift of George I'd like to repay the favor. What do you say?" the words would linger in the air for a moment before an attendant cleared his throat to address Sumi. "Miss Okita." she would raise a finger to correct him "Su-mi" nervously he would correct himself "S-Sumi. We're looking to depart in about 10 minutes. Should we delay for any late guests?" Sumi considered the question for a moment before addressing the group. "Anyone else you guys know who I should be waiting for?"
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[Freja Helt]

''That's your quirk?'' She asked Shion, looking at Toto with a mix of fascination and terror. She had no way to prove her theory, but she swore quirks got weirder as the years went by. ''Oh, thank you.'' She smiled as Sumi as she took the first aid kit from her. Not having to hold that meant she could start drinking again! She looked at her glass as she contemplated downing it all and going for another drink. Sebastian was already getting one too, no wait, that one was for Jun. Did Jun like alcohol after all? Some people were so hard to read. ''You just haven't had enough, Zenkai! You're totally acting like a first-time drunk.'' She teased, grinning and pointing at them.

Marlene was a robot? Freja's face went a bit pale when Marlene mentioned infiltrating humanity, only to breathe a sigh of relief when the girl clarified it was just a joke. ''Shots? At this hour?'' She downed the rest of her drink before walking over. ''Sure!'' She was confident and took the bottle, but immediately grew flustered when Zenkai started talking about how she had saved him. ''H-H-Hey now! That's not true- let's talk about something else!'' She needed to get her hands on those shot cups and it couldn't go fast enough. Making her way up to the bar she asked for some. At this point the alcohol in her system was affecting her enough to make her less scared of approaching strangers. ''Hey,'' She poked Nadeshiko's shoulder. ''What's your name? Wanna sit with us?'' She gestured to where the big group had gathered. Whether the girl followed her or not Freja eventually made her way back with the shots.

''Dunno!'' She exclaimed in response to Sumi, ''come have some tequila shots!'' She smiled, it was an open offer to everyone there.

[Nadeshiko Kouji]

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She's busy sipping on her juice pack, wiggling her straw around out of boredom when someone pokes her shoulders. And their voice calls out to her; Unfamiliar, inviting. Spinning around, she'll look up with a rather stunned expression, her eyes darting about for a split second just to check her surroundings for anyone else. When she finds no one else that could be referred to, she gingerly points to herself, all the while still sipping on her juice pack just so she doesn't have to utter a word.[break][break]

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Still, she follows like a lamb, meekly scooting around and quick to find a seat just so she doesn't stand out from the rest (or so she hopes). With how rowdy everyone seems to be, she wonders just how long they've been at it. Or are they simply social butterflies that burst with conversation? One's a literal giant, another's an android of some sort, one seems to be the rich hostess of this event while the one who's pulled her into this ring seems rather buzzed.[break][break]

Is it rude if she doesn't take a shot? What if she gets drunk? Wait... what is it even like being drunk? All these questions and no way to get them answered means she's a somewhat awkward mess. And so, she'll simply sit silent and sip her juice pack, all the while trying to make herself seem much smaller amidst the crowd.

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[junsuina]

[attr="class","bmsk"] in blackest night... Jun looked at the multi-eyed and...and...how was this thing described? She wasn't going to touch it, but did give Shion a sheepish smile, putting her hands up. "It's fine, I ah. I don't do touch very well, and that...I don't mean any office, but it kinda creeps me out a little. Reminds me of this anime kinda where this little parasitic thing would crawl into people's brains and take over their lives, and could create these vicious looking blades-" She jumped a little as Sebastian shoved the drink into her hand, complaining a little at her. She couldn't help but frown at him, especially his statement. "You know, if you were more truthful more often, you'd have a better chance at convincing people of things," she says, flatly. "What even is thi-" she couldn't finish her statement, partly because Sebastian had wandered off and partly because the giant became incredibly boisterous all of a sudden. His girlfriend was a robot apparently...? Might explain why they were together, robots didn't have any tastes. But then again, that Marlene girl did seem polite. Maybe she saw something that Jun didn't. "...Right. Uh." She looked at the drink in her hands. It looked like tea. Maybe Sebastian was just being nice? But then again he couldn't be trusted. But then again, whenever she thought of alcohol it was almost never this color...but at the same time, it was Sebastian. "Anyways, I'm fine, just...venues like this aren't exactly my style, but then again it shouldn't be the style for any hero. Drinking gives off a bad look, and it can dull your senses. Not to mention make you stupid..." @nah

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[Sebastian Sinclaire]

Sebastian ♣ ♦ ♥ ♠ Sinclaire [attr="class","FaustContent"]Good? Honest? Impression!? Yeah, Sebastian was literally incapable of doing so. He could do a good impression or an honest impression, but not both at the same time. He tried the good approach, but then Freja sold him out (or at least, that's what he believed). An honest impression? Well, that ain't going to get him what he wanted. Granted, trying to do a good impression wasn't going to get him what he wanted either at this point. Why bother going through the effort of trying when he could just be his usual self? "A'ight, honest impression time. Everybody, listen up," he shouted. "You're all in my way. I have a very simple goal tonight: Get this chick's number or get her to marry me," he pointed at Sumi. "Unfortunately, you're all way too friendly, and some of you know not to leave her alone with me because I am who I am," he paused, glancing at Jun and Freja (but not Zenkai for reasons). "You're crowding me out with your icky genuine friendship thing." He paused again, looking over at Jun. "And one more thing! For god's sake, Jun just drink the damn thing. I'm not always up to some devious scheme. Well, I am, but this scheme over here," he pointed to Sumi again, "Is all I can focus on right now. Besides, if it tastes like alcohol, you can spit it out." And there it was: his elaborate scheme: Get Jun to drink the drink! All of that that came before it? Nothing! Not his actual plan! He was playing 4D Chess with 5D strategies right now. To what end!? What was his goal? ...He hadn't figured that out yet. [attr="class","FaustNotes"][attr="class","FaustTags"]• Sebastian Sinclaire • Sumi Okita • Freja Helt • junsuina • Marlene Lovechild • Zenkai Hatake • Shion Utsui • Nadeshiko Kouji •

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[Miroru]

Rokuhane Miroru

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"Holy CRAP."

Miroru gawked as she showed up to where Thea had asked her to show up. She hadn't fully realized it was one of the upper class piers around the city- much less that she was going to be boarding one to "catch a ride to the party."

"You said "A RIDE" to the party! I thought we were grabbing a cab or something!" Miroru hissed anxiously as she scrambled up onto the deck to join Thea, pulling her hoodie down over her head. "You're not... like... doing insider trading or anything to afford this, are yo-" Miroru broke off her whisper and shook her head, ears flopping delicately to the sides. "Waitwaitwait, don't- don't tell me, I don't wanna know!"

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There might only be ten minutes or so before the official departure of Sumi's amazing yacht, but it was enough time for the absolutely, ridiculously, ostentatiously lavish nonsense that Thea had somehow secured to cruise into the docks nearby and let both the mentat and the fox onto the piers to meander over to Sumi's yacht to join the party as it started to kick off properly!

Everyone was here- or, well, lots of people! Junsuina-senpai, Freja-chan, whose cheeks were already red... and that sorta exhausted most of the people she was specifically happy to see. Zen had made it pretty clear he wasn't much a fan after her showing at the demonstration (and she was honestly worried he'd think this was her showing off all over again), Sebastian was... well, he was tolerable but a scoundrel in every sense of the word, and the gal with the juice box, the maid on Zenkai's arm, and the... the... uh... person... with the broom... with eyes... were unfamiliar, as were the girl with the smoke.

So Miroru resisted the urge to shove her fox ears under her hood or to grab Thea's hand, and instead waved as they boarded, smiling and trying not to let her nerves bite her on the ass. "Hiiii, everyone!" she said weakly, fully expecting about half of those present to react negatively to her mere presence.

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Insider trading was far nobler than the literal act of mind control required to get the yacht. Wealth was one thing, but Thea was beyond wealth. In fact, wealth in and of itself was something she hated. She hated it so much that even just the chance to one-up their host was enough cause for her to obtain the "queen ann" or whatever nonsense the vessel was called.[break][break]

"Oh, this old thing? It's nothing. Just a gift from a friend." She called down to Miroru as she boarded the vessel. Still glowing from the feeling of power that came with taking a man's free will. "And it is just a ride. We have to arrive with sole class, don't we?"[break]

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They arrived at their destination late, just as Thea had intended. If she was to put on a show, there'd better be an audience. Namely, their host Sumi. The well-to-do rich bitch who, despite Thea having never seen, was somehow already on her shit list.[break][break]

Boarding the now second yacht she'd ever been on, the mentat waved her bye at her stolen crew and then turned to those aboard Sumi's yacht. It was mostly faces she'd already seen. Zen, whom she somehow just couldn't escape. Marlene, the machine whose mind gave the mentat anxiety just thinking about. Freja, the only person in this god-forsaken country she felt pity for. And Jun, sweet sweet Jun. Thea stared at the redhead for a moment, making sure she was aware of the mentat's presence. As for the rest, Thea either didn't notice them, or simply didn't care. [break][break]

Instinct drove her to scan the room once more. A quick check for any exposed skin that she might turn into a quick fix should the hunger strike. With this many people, there was no doubt it would. She looked back at Jun, hollow eyes set on her next target. [break][break]

Thea turned her eyes to Miroru, who was struggling even to speak. Thea grabbed her by the wrist just before the end of her sleeve and gave a gentle squeeze. The mentat wanted to give a mental dose of confidence, but some people's free will was worth more than that. [break][break]

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[Yunagi Katahara]

"Emi, just hold on, I'll get the- Emi! Stop! Just stop!" Yunagi fussed at her drunken, uncontrollable mass of energy that was her friend and roommate. The bundle of anxiety had once again found herself in over her head and now fully responsible for a girl that had her fair share of alcohol. It took some amount of doing while holding the drunken mess that was Emi down, but somehow, Yunagi would be able to keep her from accidentally driving off without her as she'd open the door and walk out towards the other car door. Once open, she'd slowly wrangle the girl from her seat by pressing the lock on her seatbelt. All the while trying not to vomit at how much this girl reeked of alcohol. Once Emi was out and maybe on one or two feet, she'd lift the girl's shoulder over her own and slowly move them towards the boat.

Yunagi's movement was slow and methodical. She did her best not to force Emi to go any faster than she had before, lest she accidentally throw herself overboard or something. Was she drunk enough to even do that?! Shit, she'd really have to keep an eye on her. The first year went to walk on board and find the nearest seat before lowering Emi down towards it. "Alright Emi, I'm setting you down. Just please stay still." If that ever got done, she'd then glance back at the woman. "And no more drinks."

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Emi was no stranger to alcohol at this stage of her life. She may have been only 18, but she had lived in several countries over the last few years where she could drink occasionally with dinner or even on the rare occasion she was out with a friend. This was another beast entirely. The idea to pregame the party had initially come from Freja, another drinking veteran and the most important person to come out of Denmark. Emi had a higher metabolism than most due to her quirk, so she figured taking a few extra drinks before they even left the dorm would be a good idea. She had even dressed nicely for the occasion opting to wear a criss-cross back overall dress. As it turns out, high volumes of alcohol are NOT the same as high volumes of food, and Emi had managed to plant herself in her bedroom facedown on the bed drunkenly. Freja had expected both her and Yunagi to follow shortly after, but drunken Emi was extra dense...quite literally. Still, Yunagi was determined and managed to get her down to the car and in there even as she tried to run off multiple times by opening the car door, swearing up and down that, she saw Rin. It was a dog. Three times it was a dog.

As the two arrived, Yunagi supported Emi as they walked to the ship. With some of the alcohol wearing off, Emi suddenly became much more animated giving Yunagi a one-armed hug as she pointed excitedly at the yacht nearly jumping up and down "We did it Yunagi!! Look look! It's so big ans looks fub and the music ia good dance music" she drunkenly blurted out as they walked up the gangplank. It was a lot brighter on the yacht and Emi had to shield her eyes for a few moments as she adjusted with Yunagi placing her in a free seat and instructing her not to move. Unfortunately for Yunagi, two things would happen in quick succession. One Emi would only hear the "more drinks" portion of her sentence and would jump up nearly falling over with her arms raised in the air "More dtinks!" and then in the corner of her age she would spot the yellow dress Freja was wearing alongside a larger group of people. Before a protest could even happen she had scooped up Yunagi carrying her with ease due to her increased strength and quickly moved over to the group shouting "FREJA!" loud enough to startle the unprepared "we made it to the party and im really hungry. can you go get me a vodka someth. inh amd ooo h chicken wings if yhey have it! JUN!" her attention would shoot over to her favorite senpai as she placed Yunagi down and went to give Jun a big hug "Im so glad yiyre here and evrryone else is too!" she would give a wave to the few people she knew from various places around campus. Swaying back and forth with rosey red cheeks she would look around in a stupor "Wheres the yacht lady??"

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[Shion Utsui]

こんばんは。 "Yup! Toto's my friend! All I need is a broomstick and I can call him out to help me!" Shion replied to both Freja and Jun's mix of curiosity and apprehension at his friend's appearance, just letting Sumi check him through and through before she went her own way. Said friend's blank stare through their eyes which peeked out through the side of the "brush" continued, with Toto staying completely motionless in Shion's arms. Slumped, like a bag full of wet rags. Their absolute lack of expression was a stark contrast to Shion's bright demeanor. "Creep you out? It's fine~ you'll get used to-" And then along comes Sebastian with the "tea" in hand. At least it was supposed to be tea, it seemed. Who serves tea in a tumbler?  "W h o a. . . " For a few seconds, Shion was completely enamored with the man's appearance. Those blue eyes, that white hair, that fair skin that was just like his own- he wasn't even that tall, but the pretty face seemed to make up for it. Hell, Shion wasn't even able to hear Jun's retort as he subconsciously squeezed the alien in his arms, as if it were an oversized stress ball. But then he opened his mouth. Her number? Married? Icky friendship? Any amount of attraction Shion felt for a whole two seconds immediately disappeared as his face comically scrunched up as if he had smelled something stinky. How could someone so physically blessed be acting like such a sarcastic lech with zero regard for other people? The girl he was trying to rizz up didn't even look half interested from what he could see! "G-geh." Shion reflexively let out a noise in disgust. Jun was annoyed. Sumi was visibly testing Sebastian's worth as a man. The giant dude was being loud. The smaller girl next to him was apparently a robot. Freja and another girl were off doing their own thing. Shion was already well within danger of being subject to sensory overload, and to add on top of that four more people suddenly appeared at once.  He immediately noticed the stare that Thea was giving to the person next to her. Shion felt slightly offput by it, making him wonder if there was something between them. Why wasn't she saying anything? Were they in some kind of complicated relationship? But just like that, the stare ended as quickly as it came. Not to mention the visibly inebriated girl, Emi, suddenly running over to give Jun a hug. This made Shion immediately forget about Thea's staring as he chuckled at the humorous scene in front of him. Seeing someone so serious from a first impression being piled onto by someone who was the complete opposite was a perfect rhyme that had no words. "Wow, everyone's so energetic! Are they all your friends, Jun? Is that your name?" Having heard Sebastian say her name a few times already, Shion thought it would be simply repetitive to ask her again. But something out of the ordinary was also happening, Toto was stretching out their body and gently nudging at Emilia's side like a cat would for the duration of the hug. Whether the alien creature doing this would be considered sweet or absolutely terrifying, would be up to the nerve endings of the beholder feeling the nudge. junsuina

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[Jack Orion]

For as confident and cool Jack at the very least tries to seem most of the time, going to a party at all was a little bit new to him, he couldn't lie. He spent most of his high school time either studying, practicing his martial arts, or mastering his Quirk, and that wasn't including what he did during his summers in Britain visiting his cousin. All that bravado, and even the small dragon had to admit he was really a total nerd.

Not that it was going to stop him from having a good time, given the invitation that practically everyone at UAU was given. It was the beginning of more than likely grueling times ahead of them, so why not enjoy these kinds of moments when they popped up? Between him, his cousin Kupo and their roommate Shion, they had all agreed to go to the party together. Could be a good time for them to get to know each other better anyway! 

With the former two carpooling with the provided escort, it wouldn't be long before the dragon and fox boys would arrive at the rather impressive yacht. Granted, he was 90% certain his branch of the family also had one, so it wasn't anything he was whistling at. Just rich family things, he thought. 

Before they would exit the car, Jack would put a hand on Kupo's shoulder, looking at him with a bit of worry given his cousin's anxiety. "You want me to stick with ya, Jason? Or would you rather me let you be and just text me if something happens? We're here for a good time, so whatever makes you most comfortable, you know I'm here." he said, looking back at the big yacht, wondering just how many people showed up.

Whichever the response, Jack would exit the car with him respecting it either way. As the two would enter inside...wow. Maybe he had forgotten from the orientation, but there really were a good amount of people here, huh. His mind drifted back to when he had basically tripped over himself during it, which would probably make most people flinch with anxiety. But, nah. Stuff happens, if people wanted to look at him weirdly for it, that was their loss. 

Ok, so...lots of people drinking, was Jack's first impression. Did that guy just down a bottle of tequila??? Raising an eyebrow at Kupo, Jack would grin widely as he would spread his arms widely. "HOLAAAAA, PARTY PEOPLE! Miss anything exciting?" he exclaimed happily, before bowing politely, but most definitely dramatically. "Jack Orion, at your service! What's the good word?" he would chirp, before heading deeper into the crowd to make conversation with whoever was willing to.

[Farrin]

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Y

ou know, the clan O'Rourke of old was heavily populated by sailors. City boy though Farrin was, sailing the seas was programmed into his genes. These weren't the temporal tides he had grown so accustomed to, but the real running waters of the earth calling out to him. That was half his reason for attending the party. The other half was accounted for by, well, his missing half. "The distraction might jus' do me some good," he had thought to himself earlier. Then, sprinting at time-turned speeds, he had arrived. His gut had tightened, as if someone stuck their hand right in there and grabbed hold of his innards, and gave them a shake. Needles picked at the back of his neck, and he had grown lightheaded. Not a drink had touched his lips. So, while the equal number of familiar and unfamiliar faces stirred life at the ship's bow, Farrin beelined it for the stern. 

For the past ten or so minutes, he sat three steps up from the lowest level of the ship's rear, head slumped against the stairway's railing. Inhale slow. Exhale slower. Another yacht seemed to be up right beside them, but he hadn't taken any interest. The hustle and bustle up front was too much. He had grown reliant on the draconic salve to his sifting mind. Without her, Farrin's life before Japan was catching up to him. Random bouts of heavy, hasty breath. An ever-looming fog up in his brain. He couldn't recharge that social battery, and exhaustion established itself as his constant state of being. His father would have suggested he go grab some Jameson. His father was also an absolute shite hawk - a bastard without compare.

The time-turner looked himself over. His pick of attire would probably have earned him some points with Sada, but now the question continued to bang against his skull. "What am I here?" He sighed, wondering himself if that was about the yacht or possessed some greater meaning. The question came and went, while his gaze fixed on the ebb and flow of the tides. He would have to find the hostess soon enough and thank her for putting the whole thing together, even if it wasn't his usual pick of scene (as were most things unrelated to training). First, though, he had to recharge that battery - somehow.

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[Muruyama Kenta]

Kenta had some expectations about college, many fueled by the serious talks from teachers and his parents and just the general info you get about a school as prestigious as UAU, but there were also a lot of movies and other shows giving him some less…lofty expectations. After all, people needed to loosen up, and he was already pretty loose for someone who grew up in a small Japan village. He was imagining some kind of get-together party to get some of the people in their year acquainted a bit. In his head it was more like some of the house parties he was at in prep school, people huddled up in a rented room passing cans and stuff to each other, or maybe something a bit fancier, maybe like getting a table at a pub. Being on a car towards a yacht for a party wasn’t something he quite expected.

Guess it made sense some of the students were loaded… guess he figured someone with the cash would be more reserved showing it off. Then again what else would you need to do with it? Kenta was pretty eager to go from the get-go, and surprisingly Farrin seemed pretty into it as well, though it may have been the location. He did like the water quite a bit. Funnily enough in the end he was so eager he ran ahead of him, with Kenta riding in late. Eventually, he got out of the car, waving a quick thanks to the driver as he adjusted the collar of his Shirt. Took him a while to decide on the get up but this seemed pretty decent. Didn’t seem quite warm enough for short pants.
As he got on the yacht, he noticed…another yacht parked next to them. With people apparently jumping on. So now there were tow rich students with yachts throwing parties? Were they going to get naval combat? It did seem like a lively party already, though a lot of unfamiliar faces. Which wasn’t bad he just needed to get in the mood a bit…the good ole StrongZ he drank before the car got him was a good warm-up.

After a moment he did spot a familiar face…well, figure. Probably someone a bit hard to miss really, he thought with a smile on his face. He was amongst a big group of people, so good way to get to meet other people. As he got closer he noticed another familiar face, the girl that helped him out on the first day “Hey Zen, need any more people for the shots” he called out to the tall student with a smile before saying “Yo Zen, Freja…didn’t think you two would be drinking buddies…Oh, Hi erm…crap, we didn’t meet yet…and I guess I didn’t meet with most of you yet…Names Kenta!” he exclaimed, at first in response to the fox-eared girl that was one of the members of the rival yacht crew apparently, before simply adding his own introduction. Probably not as smooth as he’d like but he tried.

[junsuina]

[attr="class","bmsk"] in blackest night... Jun looked back at Sebastian, a frown forming on her face as she tried to find some form of rebuttal, and failing. Letting out a sigh, she shook her head and looked at the glass again. There was no way this could be alcohol, right? "Whatever," she muttered, glancing up at Shion's explanation, beginning to move the glass up to her lips and take a sip as she glanced back at the new arrivals. Oh hey, it was Miroru! That was nice, she felt a little less- oh no. It was Thea. She'd make eye contact with her, glass still tilted up as a chill went up her spine. She still didn't know what to think of Thea, or how to feel about her. She was creepy in her own right, but she had an air of mystery that Jun wanted to punch through in order to better understand. But these thoughts were interrupted by Emi, who coming out of left field managed to wrap her arms around Jun and causing her to spit out the tea in one go. See, what a few people might have already gathered if they hung around Jun enough was she almost always freaked out at physical contact. Well, unless they saw her hang out with Yaoyao or Kaida, in which case they would witness the exceptions to the rule. But this action by Emi immediately set her into a panic, both trying to shake Emi off of her while shouting, "No touch!" and trying not to spill or drop the drink. Needless to say, a lot of tea was spilt along the deck, and Shion would have an interesting answer to his question. Emilia Hall Miroru Thea Shion Utsui Sebastian Sinclaire

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[Kupo]

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| ★Jason Riviera★ | @crystalprincekupo
Location:] Tokyo Bay, Japan. | Current Status: Overstim Any% Speedrun
Now Playing: Tubbo. CG5 - Life By The Sea

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Kupo was usually fairly outgoing, he actively tried to be, but his true nature really lied in being something of a selective extrovert, or an ambivert. The sensory expriences that a party usually entails are one of the situations where Kupo tends to default to introversion (when he isn't avoiding them altogether), but a childhood of being taken to similar (albeit less mature) teenage parties by his social butterfly older sisters and attending fancy publicity events with his family had desensitized Kupo enough to the idea of 'parties' that when Jack suggested they go to a student party together (and Shion agreed), he couldn't really say no. Wearing a simple black t-shirt and dungarees with no shoes and some black-and-purple hairclips dotted around his hair/tail, Kupo took a deep breath as he got out of the car with Jack. Even a short distance from the yacht itself, the assault on his senses had begun. The sound of dance music & countless conversations and the smell of alcohol were apparent, the latter a new party experience for him, was already strong.

Calming himself once more, he looked up at the tall(er) Orion to answer his question. "I think I'll be fine, nothing I haven't dealt with before. I can always try to find a quiet corner, and I'll text you if I need you. You wanted to come to this party, I can't ask you to babysit me the whole time..." He giggled, a nervous tone pervading his otherwise cute habit. Kupo began to walk towards the yacht alongside Jack, steps having to be quicker to make up for his shorter stride. "Plus, it's good training for pushing through noisy conditions, which is important for battlefield rescues... not that I'll be training during the party or anything."

Kupo noticed that characteristic 'showboat mode' signal from Jack, immediately before covering his ears as his cousin yelled. Then, Kupo watched as Jack immediately locked on to one of the largest groups of people present. He initially tagged along, not yet seeing any obvious route of escape. There were three people who Kupo recognised in the group, being Miroru & Thea (who had made quite the entrance themselves) and Shion (his other roommate). Kupo waved over at them, not wanting to barge in on any conversations, before taking a moment to observe the eclectic group. They were loud, and seemed to be about to do shots. 'Huh, I can't see that going well for me, large groups tend to kinda trap me at the center of attention.'. He turned to Jack, now speaking in Japanese. "I'm gonna go find somewhere quiet, might come introduce myself later.".

Exploring the boat a little more, Kupo made it to the outside area of the yacht, and came across the fourth familiar face of the evening. It was Farrin, who seemed to be having a pretty rough time. Time for him to do what he does best! Without any thought beyond the desire to help, Kupo sat down beside the time-turner. His tone was chipper and sincere "Hi! Are you okay, Farrin? Wanna talk? If not, I'll leave you be, but I thought I'd check!" The small boy's fluffy tail (poofed up to look pretty for the party) curled instinctively around Farrin's back, leaving the end on his other side should he want physical comfort.