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Date & Time: April 1st ~ April 30th.
Location: Any unit that houses a Homra member (201, 604, 702, 810, and 1005), possibly other locations.
Characters: Any resident who resides in any of the above units as well as any guests (characters will be tagged as they tag in).
Summary: Mingling log for Homra members, their roommates, and all the crazy fun they get into as five very close individuals attempt to live on their own. It's like a reality TV show minus the actual drama!
Warnings: None yet, will add if there are any.

Last time in the Homra clan drama, there was a crater??

Hopefully nothing of that nature happens here. They are well adjusted individuals trying to make a life out of everyone living in different places. Plenty of sleepovers are to be had.

I'll edit this with a summary once we get some threads going...

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April 2nd | 604 | afternoon

[skypsalms]

[ here's hoping that no one is home to notice that she is about to go out dressed in nothing but straight black clothing with her hair pulled back. dragging on the floor behind her is a bag filled with what looks like various spray cans and maybe a few large sticker decals with what remind someone of gang paraphernalia...

granted, she isn't exactly the best at sneaking out and this bag is extremely heavy and going to be quite a challenge to heft around herself. ...maybe she should reconsider how many spray cans she should be bringing with her. ]

[skilful]

[ unfortunately for Kururu, a certain Totsuka has just woken up from his nap in the living room and, with certain inspiration, is now playing his guitar.

though, rather than playing, it might be more accurate to say that he seems to be testing out a melody of some kind, playing the same few notes with variations before he adds more notes to the tail.

when Kururu walks out into the living room, he does lift his head up, taking note of her clothes and her bag in a single look but says nothing about it yet, just smiles at her as he stops the guitar. ]

Sumeragi-chan, good afternoon~

[skypsalms]

A, ah! Totsuka-san!

[ she freezes for a moment when he addresses her and instinctively tries to hide the fact that she's dragging out something very questionable into the living area. but nothing about her movements are smooth and in fact it makes makes everything that much more suspicious. ]

I, I didn't realize you were here. [ stepping forward and abandoning the bag behind her fidgeting with her pony-tail as she walks. ] Were you in the middle of composing something?

[skilful]

[ a part of him wants to chuckle at how adorable (and not very sneaky) she is, but he'll pretend not to have noticed for now, even if what look to be spray cans actually draws his interest and reminds him of what some of the boys back home did once in a while. ]

Mmm. I suddenly felt like it. [ He glances down at the guitar, still smiling -- giving her time to adjust herself -- before looking back up. ] Want to hear what I have so far?

[skypsalms]

[ by the time she reaches Tatara she has totally forgotten all about the bag and the spray cans and fallen back into her ( or perhaps his ) pacing. she takes a seat on one of the chairs near him and smiles fondly. she always did love the sounds that came from a guitar - they always seemed to remind her of pleasant things. ]

Of course.

[skilful]

[ He waits until she's taken a seat before he starts playing. The tune is slow, the melody gentle, and he plays all of fifteen seconds before he stops, resting the guitar on his lap as he looks up with a smile. ]

And that's what I have so far~! What do you think?

[skypsalms]

[ as he plays, she listens to it intently with her eyes closed - allowing herself to be engulfed by the melody. once he finishes she opens her eyes again to look at him all bright eyed. ]

It was lovely! [ she unconsciously hums the tune back adding a little more at the end herself ] You came up with that just now, Totsuka-san?

[skilful]

Thank you very much~ [ he listens, noting the additions, rolling the tune mentally in his head without need of writing it down

-- what was writing music down, anyway. ]

Yep! It's been a while since I've last composed anything, though. [ the first and last time, actually, when he'd poured his thoughts and his hopes into a song and never sang the second half for its intended receipient. playing the last few notes and adding on what Kururu had hummed, he grins and glances up, his eyes slightly wider now in admiration. ]

Sumeragi-chan too?

[skypsalms]

It's nothing and it still sounds lovely in spite of that. [ Tatara's eyes make her a little nervous but she isn't about to turn away from them. instead she greets them back with equal cheer - despite being rather clueless of it all. though his next words catch her off guard and she cants her head to one side. ] Eh? What about me?

Did I do something...? [ she doesn't realize what she has just done. ]

[skilful]

[ Not answering for just a second, he chuckles, shaking his head and teasingly says: ] Sumeragi-chan is a natural.

Do you play?

[skypsalms]

A natural? [ the sentiment still goes over her head and causes her to blink a few times. ]

Ah, um...I play a little piano. Mainly by ear though.

April 4 | 702 | Afternoon

[knightofcourage]

[It takes a while for Emil to find out where he's living, and when he finds out that there are going to be multiple people to a room he's more surprised than it should be. It's not so much that it's weird as that he's never really done it before, aside from sharing inn rooms overnight when traveling. But as long as he's here it shouldn't be too bad, right?

So now he's standing outside the room and trying not to think about the last time he went to live with people he didn't know (but things are different now, or they would be if he could go home to Luin again). He's not sure what to expect, but since he does need a place to stay Emil reaches out and knocks on the door, wondering if he'll get an answer.]

[homra]

[ Answer coming with a delay of about a minute, Izumo was never one to keep someone waiting. Expecting it to be one of the guys who lingered around his room way too often for his liking — it was rare for people who he hardly knew to show up. Still, he's not easily surprised and he greets the newcomer with a casual, carefree smile. ]

'Afternoon. [ Upon seeing that the knocker wasn't an unwanted guest (reiterating: that it wasn't a certain pair of individuals who made a mess in 702 too frequently for his liking), he opens the door a little wider. ] How can I help you?

[ The business-like greeting comes from working as a bartender for as long as he had, so his tone is both polite yet friendly. ]

[knightofcourage]

[This guy doesn't seem too bad. Granted, Emil's not sure what's good, but he hopes this is it.]

My name is Emil Castagnier. I'm supposed to be living here now.

[He shifts slightly, not sure if he should say anything else. Is there a normal thing to do in this situation? His memory of the time he went to his relatives in Luin is a little fuzzy, and tainted by his unwelcome arrival.]

emil → izumo → mikoto!

[homra]

[ It takes a few seconds for "new room mate" to register, and as soon as it does — well, his expression doesn't really shift. ]

Wasn't expectin' someone so soon. [ A distinct beat, then: ] Ah, not to be unaccommodating, but because of the surprise, your space is a little occupied right now.

[ . . . ] I'll get it cleaned up. [ And by clean up, he means taking out everything and throwing it outside. ]

[ But before that, he steps aside, holding out a hand for a handshake. ] Name's Kusanagi Izumo; it's nice to meet you. Make yourself at home, you hungry or thirsty?

one(1) rude person coming through--

[flareblitz]

[ It's without fanfare that he appears, almost as if summoned by Izumo's attempt at making a good first impression (what use were those, really?). The sound of heavy footsteps hitting the ground and a subtle jump in temperature are all that signal his arrival, inconspicuous for all intents and purposes until he actually comes into view.

There's only the briefest of pauses when he sees someone at the door of the apartment, a tiny flicker of interest that lives and dies within the same beat. Aah, if Izumo was welcoming the kid inside, then this was entirely Izumo's business.

So he brushes past the newcomer with no more than a lingering glance down from his higher height as he strolls right into the apartment. As though he also lives here. And owns it too, for that matter. ]

[knightofcourage]

[Emil takes Izumo's hand and shakes it.]

I'm fine, but thank you. I don't mind having some things around, as long as I still have some space. I don't have much on me right now.

[Emil gestures to himself, then glances at the third man when he passes by.]

Is he the other person living here?

[homra]

[ After a firm shake, he'll release the hand. ]

S'about time for spring cleaning, though — unless you want to be living in a lion's den.

[ The room was in a rather sad state; trinkets with no apparent use all about its floors, he'd decided to only let it go so far until he set his foot down. Of course, that's about the time their very own wild animal decides to make its grand appearance. Now he looks more unamused than anything — this needed to be dealt with right now. ]

. . . No, he's a stray that's gotten too comfortable for his own good.

[ And on cue, he turns his back temporarily to Emil. ]

Oi, Mikoto. I'm going to drag you out by the collar if I have to. Room's no longer free, so you better take your stuff with you.

[ While it was probably going to fall on deaf ears, don't say he didn't mention anything when Totsuka complains asks about the disappearance of his items!! ]

i am so sorry for the late...

[flareblitz]

[ Point to Izumo for hitting bullseye regarding that deaf comment 'cause that's exactly what's happening. A normal person would have had a myriad of things to which they could respond in that short, passing exchange, but-- hah. Like Izumo said: lion, stray. Nothing about this garners his interest, not even the looming threat of being thrown out.

With a very unimpressed and disinterested stare-- ]

Got nothing to move.

[ He's not the one with a near-pathological attachment to material objects, okay? All he needs is food, a horizontal surface, and -- little less.

Now, a yawn and a dismissive glance at the newcomer. ]

... Keep the couch free. [ In which that isn't a suggestion (or even a demand) but just an answer and an explanation in one fell swoop. He doesn't actually need the room to freeload in an apartment built for three. ]

[knightofcourage]

[Emil's not really sure what to say. He doesn't want to push somebody out of this apartment, but he does need a place to stay. The suggestion to leave the couch seems fine to him as a compromise, although it makes him wonder...]

Do you have your own room?

[homra]

[ waving Mikoto off, as if he isn't a concern. yeah yeah, he'll keep that in mind. in the back of it, that is.

that doesn't change the fact that Totsuka's belongings were still there. . . Ah, he'll probably just throw it into some bag and give it back to him sometime — that sounded like a plan. ]

He does. [ casually answering for him — ] It's just that he can't seem to stay in his own room. . . Wonder why?

[ It may or may not be a passive aggressive jab, at any rate. scared of boogeymen, maybe? ]

April 12th | evening | locked to 604

[skilful]

[ this is what happens when a hobbyist suddenly discovers a new hobby--

on the table sits multiple ingredients and liquids, from fruits to vegetables to alcohol and soda, along with a blender, a cocktail shaker and many, many glasses, some already filled with multi-coloured liquid (most of them red) and others empty.

he's not done yet, either.

but, for now, he'll look up smiling. ]

So, what do you think?

[skypsalms]

[ Kururu is happily sitting in the living room as he indulges in his new found hobby. There is a mess of parts in front of her and what used to be a wheel to a standard hospital wheelchair.

She is humming softly to herself as she slowly starts to put back together the mess of a wheel - with some modifications of course. She almost doesn't notice Totsuka's question when he asks it. ]

Eh? [ She pulls her attention away from her work and up to examine the drink. ]

A, are you sure you should be asking me?

[goneonenight]

[Yoruichi is draped over the sofa, taking up more space than her small size would warrant, and looking utterly unconcerned about the fact. Despite her nonchalant air, her eyes are alert as she sharpens one of her throwing knives, looking away only briefly to toss Tatara a grin.]

I think we should start hiring you out for parties. What's the occasion?