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[foolishjustice]

Who: Goro Akechi, open
What: Birthday shenanigans, cooking failures, prom preparations
When: The first few weeks of June
Where: Lumiere dormitory and various places in Soleil
Warnings: Possible talk of everything involved in the Kagerou plot, possible discussion of Japan's idol culture and related grossness

[Happy Birthday, Have Some Junk] (6/1+6/2)

[Akechi has been gone for the past week, which might not be surprising to anyone who knows what he went through. What may be more surprising, however, is the truckload of packages he's returned to. During the first two days of June, he spends a remarkable amount of time ferrying boxes of mail order confections, dorm warming products, various things a 'good boy' like the Detective Prince might enjoy, suspiciously unmarked boxes, and various other objects up to his room.

Occasionally, he pauses in the common room with a cart full of boxes to sample some cupcakes or chocolates, during which time he opens some of the boxes from more recognizable mail-order companies. If he catches anyone staring at his boxes of sweets, he gestures at them with a smile.]

Want one? Even I can't eat this much before it goes bad.

[Yard Sard] (6/2-6/5)

UN: G.Akechi

Would anyone happen to know where I could sell off valuable materials found in the Outlands? They're nothing magical, but I have gold, silver, and copper coins, as well as red phosphorous, mercury, and various odds and ends that might be useful for crafts projects. If you'd like to take them off my hands, I'll be waiting in the common room of Lumiere's third floor after school for the next few days.

I also have a large number of good quality cakes and chocolate I'm willing to sell, along with some more practically useful items my fans decided to order for my birthday. They're not really very good at figuring out what will appeal to me, but it seems like a waste to simply throw them away. I'd much rather they go to someone who might appreciate them more.

[Those who come to the common room of Lumiere's third floor will find boxes of cakes, chocolates, practical dorm goods, and assorted items you might expect to find in the home of a 'mature and traditional' Japanese man. Akechi sits on a couch with a box of Euros and a notebook, idly tapping a pencil against his list of items to get rid of. A backpack rests against his leg, full of the valuable materials he mentioned.]

[Chicken Soup for the...Oops] (6/8)

[Akechi has never so much as touched the common kitchen before, and Lumiere Floor 3 is about to find out why. The pot on the stove is full of what was clearly supposed to be chicken with rice, but...it's not quite right. The smell of scorched rice and chicken drifts off from it as he tries plaintively to scrape the bottom of the pot with a spoon, while too-large chunks of vegetables float around the top. The whole thing also smells strongly of salt, with fainter hints of spices that a more experienced chef would know don't work well with chicken. Overall, it's...probably not inedible, but someone might want to advise him to take another look at the cookbook lying open on the counter and try again.]

[Shopping Spree!] (6/16+6/22+6/23)

[Prom is quickly approaching, and everyone knows what that means: shopping time! Akechi has managed to pull together a fair bit of cash, and is spending his free weekends excitedly flitting around Soleil's clothing stores, jewelry stores, and beauty salons. He even stops to browse cosmetics, both skin treatments and actual makeup, with the sort of excited enthusiasm of someone who knows he has something to look forward to at the dance. It's easy to get caught up in the energy, isn't it?]

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Birthday 06/02

[hippocarnival]

[Yuya's been meaning to catch up with Akechi, one his head was on straight enough after Saeru was dealt with. Of course, he was gone by then, so Yuya waited a few days before trying again.

He's relieved when he sees Akechi at his room, picking up speed to a jog. He wasn't sure if he should have expected the worst.] Akechi! You're--

[And then he skids to a halt at his door.] That's a lot of stuff?

[foolishjustice]

[Most of it is piled up on top of his desk, dresser, and bed, though by now some of the boxes are starting to overflow onto the floor, pressed up against the walls.]

My fans tend to get a little overzealous this time of year.

[hippocarnival]

Oh. [There's not a holiday right now, is there? Yuya scratches his head, trying to remember any big holidays that would warrant a bunch of gifts.]

Is your birthday coming up?

[foolishjustice]

It's today, actually. So hopefully new packages will stop arriving soon...

[He's just glad he told the school to not bother passing on packages from personal addresses...[

[insert "I'm at soup" joke of your choice here]

[buddinghopes]

[Man she's not even rooming on this floor, she was just passing through, but the smell makes her stop dead in her tracks and she just has to go investigate.

And that... well...]

My word...

[foolishjustice]

Does it smell that bad?

[buddinghopes]

... A little.

[There's really no point in mincing words there... She wanders over to peer at the cookbook, then at the soup.]

First attempt?

[foolishjustice]

Mhm.

[He turns the stove off with a sigh, there doesn't seem to be any point in trying to rescue it.]

I've always just relied on microwavable foods before...

you know the one

[wassup_persona]

[ It's during one of the times he's trying to cart a bunch of stuff to his room, this guy is walking by with a bag hanging from his shoulder - the last of his own things. There's a faintly awkward pause as he watches for just a second, and then: ]

Uhh... Need a hand?

[foolishjustice]

[He looks a little worn out, like he's already made several trips before this.]

If you don't mind. This is really getting tiresome.

[wassup_persona]

[ Dude...

... Just how much crap do you have... ]

Wouldn't've offered if I did.

[ In spite of the words being what they are, it's all said with the lightness of general truth. Also, he's just gonna take some stuff now! He might even try to take everything this guy's carrying, if he's not stopped, just to show he can. Or something. ]

You just movin' in, too, or...?

[foolishjustice]

[Too much. More than he ever wanted.]

No, I've been here a few months already. It's just...my fans back home get a little overenthusiastic about my birthday.

[He's going to insist on carrying some of that stuff himself, though. He doesn't need you to do it all for him!]

[Yard Sard]

[yokeye]

i will take all of your red phosphorous and mercury!
a 20% tip if you deliver it to me!

[He doesn't want run into Kano or Maverick on the 3rd floor.]

[foolishjustice]

I feel like I should ask what you want them for.
They're both pretty dangerous.

[yokeye]

i don't think it's any of your concern!
your responsibility ends at an exchange of goods and services!

[foolishjustice]

Then just so we're sure I'm not liable, you understand that the phosphorous is potentially explosive and the mercury is both poisonous and a skin irritant?

BIRTH 06/01

[stavros]

You're giving out food? [She raises her eyebrows and looks it over.] What's the occasion, a holiday?

[foolishjustice]

My birthday is tomorrow, and some of my fans from back home get...enthusiastic about gifts. Publicly admitting I like sweets might have been a mistake.

[stavros]

Wait, your fans? Being a public figure must surely be exhausting.

Birthday

[prisoneroffate]

[Ren eyes the chocolates with mock(?) suspicion]

Where did all that come from?

[foolishjustice]

A Palace where the treasure was all fine chocolates.

[He smiles, and Ren might notice a hint of mischief in his eyes.]

[prisoneroffate]

Better be careful, I hear those candymen hold dark, murderous secrets.

[Ren, for his part, is completely deadpan in response]

in: headphonehero

[missleading]

The internet. Tell them it's haunted and mark up the price by 500% d(￣◇￣)b
That goes for the cake too
Unless you feel like sharing because I'll totally take some off your hands (っ˘ڡ˘ς)

[foolishjustice]

I don't mind sharing some of it.
I'm in my room right now.

[missleading]

Really?? That's so sweet of you~
Did you want me to bring anything over? Something special for the birthday boy?