pslplz | Ship-testing catchall

Ship-testing catchall

To Try:

Omi:
~~Akaya~~
Kura
Nagi (not for the same set-up, but as long as futureverse catchall is there, maybe a test thread for what they'd be like?)

Kura:
~~Ken~~
~~Rasu~~
~~Hak~~
~~Soo-won~~
~~Jaeha~~

Mizuki:
~~Hak~~
Ran
~~Rasu~~
Yun (I know you don't want a bitchfest, but I still wanna try this one... lol)

Yukimi:
~~Ran~~
~~Rasu~~
~~Jaeha~~
~~Nami~~
~~Kimina~~

Yagyuu:
Fuji
Hak
Yukimura

Goku:
Ouka
Yona

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1.

"It'll be fun!" That was the way these nights usually began, with Kenya's cheerful optimism and hopeful tone that never seemed to get discouraged by Kuranosuke's repeated rejections. One couldn't call themselves a friend of his without having a lot of patience and the ability to overlook his many antisocial tendencies. That was really the only reason why they still remained friends after all these years, despite the fact that their careers had diverged in significant ways.

For reasons he could not explain himself, Kuranosuke agreed to the invitation that night, leaving his work at home and venturing out into the streets like they used to do back at university. The Black Cat was a club they'd frequented before, where rock bands played to sellout crowds and Kenya got to grin with satisfaction at successfully planting a cat-shaped stamp on the back of Kuranosuke's hand that glowed neon green under UV light.

He stared unamused at the too-cute stamp, knowing it wasn't going to wash off for a few days at least, and pulled up a stool at the bar. Kenya having excused himself for a pit stop, Kuranosuke went ahead and ordered a couple beers. If 'fun' was the aim for the night, then he would need at least a few drinks to get there.

2.

It was Friday night, late. Where most folks might be out with their friends to get the weekend started, Kuranosuke was -- where else -- home, working. He lived on the 35th floor of a luxury highrise condominium located smack in the middle of town. It was set in a great neighborhood that had streets lined with classy boutiques, sleek office towers, and hip new restaurants that had the networks buzzing with their eclectic selections. Not that these things really mattered to Kuranosuke. He rarely went out into those very happening streets, except to go to the office and back again.

Tonight was no exception, having turned down a very disappointed sounding Kenya and putting his attention instead to the task at hand. He had reports to read and analyze, portfolios to reassess, news feeds to keep up with. Things could turn on a dime in his industry, and being on top of the latest was critical to his success.

Take-out Thai food sat on the kitchen island, where he'd eaten it right out of the box. He put his tablet down for a moment to switch on the coffee maker. It wasn't as though he'd be going to bed any time soon, after all.

1.

So what kind of guy walks around with a solid wedge of dried of bonito in his pockets? At least it wasn't something hideous, like a grenade or a used condom. People carried all kinds of random things in their pockets, he was certain. (And maybe that was a good lifestyle piece that he could write about when he really ran out of story ideas: "10 insights into a person's character, based solely on the contents of their pants." ...maybe not).

Actually, Yukimi had a good reason for the aforementioned bonito wedge, and he was facing it down right now, in the alley where he crouched. His hand was extended in a non-threatening manner, dangling the smelly slab of fish enticingly.

"Come on, little guy. I know you want it," he said patiently. The 'little guy' remained stubbornly in the corner of the cardboard box, hesitant. The human-shaped shadow that cast over Yukimi's shoulder wasn't helping matters any. He turned his neck a little to look at the culprit.

"You know, I could be a much better cat whisperer if you didn't hover over me like that," Yukimi said with a smirk.

2.

Little Bean, is what they called the place. Yukimi wasn't sure if he thought more about coffee beans or bean beans at when he heard the name. But clearly there was no name confusion amongst this opening week crowd. Everyone seemed to know exactly what to get. Yukimi marveled at the plethora of decisions one had to make just to order one cup of joe. Skim or soy? Half caf or decaf? Wet or dry? (That was a cappuccino thing). Extra shot? No foam? Whipped cream? He wondered sometimes whether such complex decisions came easily to all frequenters of these establishments, or if that bravado was only a pretense.

In any case, he patiently waited his turn in line before finally making it up to the counter. He ordered five drinks (yup, count 'em, five): flat white, pour over Costa Rican blend, chai tea latte, cafe americano, and a classic cappuccino, extra shot. Hey, he had to try them all for his piece.

"It's all for here. What can I say, I'm thirsty," he said to the barista, shrugging.

The drinks came up with impressive speed, set out onto the counter on a tray. Yukimi swiped it up and took the whole thing to a long communal table by the window and set it down. Ah, photographs first.

He whipped out his camera to take a few close-up shots. Yukimi looked up from his camera at the person sitting across from him.

"Hey. You mind being in this shot? My treat. Take a pick from the spread," he said with a wide grin.

1.

This was utterly absurd. Mizuki was not the sort of person who went on blind dates. He was much too busy with his work, which threw him into plenty of situations where he could meet fine handsome young men the natural way, thank you very much. Anyway, getting set up by a friend had a tinge of desperation to it that he abhorred, and he certainly did not need anybody's pity!

Somehow, he got himself finagled into it. (Possibly because he wasn't haven't much luck finding anyone the so-called 'natural way,' but he wasn't about to admit that out loud). And so here he was, sitting at a sidewalk cafe with a cappuccino on the table and a proud expression on his face, trying to hide his discomfort with his usual poise.

Hmph. Well, whoever was coming, he was sure to be unimpressed.

2.

Clothing was a very personal thing for Mizuki; he chose all his outfits with meticulous care. They were tasteful and stylish without being overly trendy. And certainly, they were never boring. Though he usually preferred to shop alone, today he was with someone else. They had arrived downtown early for the evening movie, and Mizuki figured he most definitely should check the new collection at the nearby Monsieur V while he was here anyway.

He pulled a vest from the rack, a lavender colored number with a pretty deep purple trim brocaded on the pocket slit. He held it up against himself in front of the mirror, tilting his head to the side in scrutiny.

"I like the color. It's all the rage this season, but classic," he said. "What do you think?"

1.

You can't really go wrong with a good disaster flick, in Goku's opinion. There's always a human element (heroes rise in times of crisis), maybe a little romance, and then there's the main event: the catastrophic fury of nature that threatens to level an entire city. Or continent, or planet, depending on the scope. This movie was particularly good because it was in partial immersion VR, so you could really feel like you were part of the action as the earth split open under your feet. Awesome.

Hopefully, his date thought so too, because these things are always lots more fun when you're with someone you like. The audience had roared its approval at the end with applause.

"What'd you think?" he asked with enthusiasm as the lights went up.

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2.

Picture prompts: one, two, three, four, five

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