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hey.
friend is looking for references for japanese womens clothing she can wear
shes from the fourth year of keio but shes happy for anything that matches what women wear
like furisode or whatever kimonos would work here

she never got to own any and she wouldnt know how to draw an example to get one made
if anyone has one we could have a pic of would help

she's yukimura chizuru and her username is lookingforshinsengumi if you want to message her privately. shes going to be reading this

thanks.

(she can do with a girl to talk clothes with)

hiya!! so i just finished my house. im now living alone and drinking a nice cool beverage. aka bottle of wine.
rly living the good life.

SO
then i thought since im feeling prtty good. why not offer my services to all of u poor saps?
now READ CAREFULLY!!!

this is a ONE TIME OFFER from me to u. an engerinner like myself needs to fix things and solve probs. thats just waht we do. if we dont we will go bonkers and u dont want to see me go there. 🤣🤣🤣

oh and this is free of charge btw. wild right? im just feelin THAT generous.

or drunk.

anyway.

u got a prob? ill give u my advice. itll be 1000000000% honest the truth and all truths.

u can be anonymous to hide ur shame or not. CHOICE IS URS! 🐵💥🦈

[The video starts in Disaster House, so there's quite the odd assortment of skulls, weaponry and nick-knacks that are obviously visible in the background. Reaper was just putting the finishing touches on a braid for Ahiru's hair, adding a bright yellow bow to the end of it which matched her yellow dress that she wore.

She was seated and he seemed to loom over her sunny self like a dark shadow, but unlike other times he might make a network appearance, he was issuing a low growling hum of a tune as he finished setting the scene that he decided was best.

Wraith, who was recording early on purpose, finally made a low sonorous cry to announce that things were under way.

Reaper looked up from where he was fussing a bit with some of her hair that defied gravity and immediately crossed his arms over his chest to be menacing. He also made certain to send Wraith a scathing look before he was clearing his throat in a raspy growl.]

I’m cooking you the next time you record without a cue, Wraith. [He forced himself to relax.] Are you ready, Ahiru?

[She shifted in her seat, smiling at the peacock and giving an awkward little wave at the Omen.] I-I think so, Mr. Reaper. If you’re sure…

[He set his gloved hands on her shoulders lightly, but anyone else might see the gesture as menacing or maybe just overprotective. He’d promised he’d do this, and now he had worked himself up to just getting to it.] Greetings, Sleepers. Many of you know young Ahiru here, and if you don’t, well, consider this an introduction. Don’t get ideas about hurting her because I will remove your skin with a grapefruit spoon….

[Ahiru stared with a twitching brow, patting his hand lightly.] Mr. Reaper…

Ah. Right, to the crux of this post. Ahiru is seeking love in these parts, as she should. If anyone considers themselves worthy enough to take her for a nice gallivant, step up now. [He pointed an accusing finger.] The rules are: she must be home by nine. She must be unscathed. She must be happy. If any of you dare bring her home unhappy, there will be consequences. [Another pointed finger at the Omen recording.] And keep your hands in your pockets, gentlemen. This is for love not a touchy-feely opportunity

[Ahiru has started that awkward kind of laugh that kids get when their parents are embarrassing them, now avoiding looking at Wraith. Soon enough, Ahiru begins to fidget for a moment before looking at the camera with a smile.] Uhm, this is just — I mean, hi! My name is Ahiru. I practice ballet. I like music and uhm . . . bread! I'm also kind of a duck really, but I'm also a girl and maybe we could . . . spend time together? [She sneaks a glance at Reaper, a little emboldened.] But I have to be back by nine!

[Reaper issued a low chuckle and patted her lightly on the head. It was as close to fondness he might show anyone publicly.] As the lady says. Don’t be shy… [He ends his part with a dangerous laugh.]



[OOC: Reaper is in red & Ahiru is in yellow. One or both of them may reply to comments.]

Why hello there! May I just have a little bit of your time?

[Snow is, as always, surrounded by her animal friends and companions. She gently straightens her hair bow a bit and then puts her hands back in her lap.]

I was just wondering if I might have some help from people who are much more further in the timeline than I am... that is, people who are past the 1500s.

Is it alright for women to request courtship first in your time period by any chance?

[Why yes, Snow would very much like TO JUST DO THAT, she's just not sure if that's even a thing yet, or if it'd be as much a shock nowadays as it currently is in her own time. Although, since they're both women, she's not sure how that would even work if they COULDN'T request it first.]

I'm afraid modern courtship is still utterly unknown to me, though from what I have seen and read, it does seem to have a lot of things called pick-me-up lines, oh! Do people still serenade one another or is that not really what's done anymore?

Still, thank you so much for any help you might be able to offer!

[ he really hates doing this . . . but alucard knows he needs to commit to it. the feed turns on with him looking . . . not quite sheepish, but a tinge of irritation layered with contriteness. ]

Last month, I had the unfortunate issue of losing control of my vampiric nature and lashed out onto a number of people here. I hope you would be willing to accept my apology and if not, direct me in ways where I can make amends. I . . . do not usually need or require blood as sustenance so it took me by surprise.

My apologies. If it helps, it seems I've lost my sense of taste. Perhaps that is penance in a way.

[ While he's trying his best to keep up his usual even, monotone façade, anyone who pays attention to detail will notice that Sasuke's looking a little more on edge. Maybe disoriented, even.

He clears his throat slightly before speaking. ]

For those who have been learning taijutsu, ninjutsu, and genjutsu, I may need to put lessons on hold temporarily. I've been having... memory lapses and apologize to those who may have come to the dojo and waited for nothing.

I will pick up lessons and take on any interested new students once I feel more like myself.

[ He frowns, his hand reaching up to rub at his temple, the way one does when they're getting a headache behind their eyes. ]

Unrelated: if I'm understanding the timeline correctly, those of us who have been here the longest would be coming up around a year in this place. Given the influences of the moons and seasons leaving the possibility for repetition, what sort of things were happening this time last year? What should those of us who arrived after be prepared for?

CW: Drug and Alcohol use, including with a minor. Insensitive Language

( Post is BEHIND the cut. )

(the video begins of a zoom up of a pair of eyes. an animal to be exact. they blink curiously before it gets pulled back -- revealing it's a spider monkey holding the omni. he holds it up above him and even turns it upside-down and other various angles. hopefully the lovely people aren't easily to become motion sickness upon viewing this but if they do, their own fault really.)

Got it workin'?

(there's a voice coming from off camera; familiar to some or not. but the monkey looks off to the direction of the voice before turning the omni over so whoever is watching can now see jinx sitting in a chair -- slouching with her arm hanging over the top railing. there's a grin that slowly grows on her face, however, it's not... exactly a friendly kind. impish? troubling? dangerous? you'd be the judge. nevertheless, jinx hunches over now with both her arms drape over her knees -- looking directly at the omni.)

So! — Greetings people of.... whatever this place is. Kiiiinda forgot the name but not really important. I've been hearin' a lotta here and there that I've been here before. Don't really remember it, though. (a brief pause as she thinks.) Except the last time. I remember the last time but not the other times.

Buuuuuuuuut ♪! Since I've been here a whoooole BUNCH of times that means I gotta have some friends here, right?

(she bites her bottom lip to hold back a giggle as the video suddenly wavers around. but quickly it straightens up and focus with a closer look of jinx (it seems she's the one holding it now) in a bird's eye view. her spider monkey climbs on her body then curling himself along her shoulder and neck while also looking up at the feed along with her.)

So if ya know me, contact me. OH! And you got like, thirty minutes to convince me why my former self even bothered wasting my breath on you. Don't keep me waitin' too long 'cuz I get bored easily.

(a beat.)

ACTUALLY, NEVERMIND!!! — Decided to change it to twenty minutes. (her spider monkey seems to be screeching in laughter at jinx's sudden time change but resumes on nuzzling it's head against her cheek.)

OH OH! One more big thing. There's someone here by the name of Vi. If you know her, contact me too. So we can aaaaalll be friends and get along. No shame in that, right?

(she says this but there's something about that smile that really makes it... off putting. regardless though, jinx hums quietly as she cocks her head to the side.)

Tick-tock, tick-tock.

I understand that our blood carries power in this place it didn't have before.

Is there a way to know what it does without risking spilling it out in the open?
I'd rather not have any unpleasant surprises.

[. . .]

I only want my blood tested for "magic". Nothing else.
I'm not willing to be strapped into any equipment, either.

Thanks in advance.

content warnings: identity theft, salacious libel

[ Someone logs onto their very own Omni, in a normal and regular fashion. ]

How do you do, fellow squids. This is Gideon Nav, cavalier of the Ninth House, here to clear up some critical misinformation I have seen circulating around our gutterswill nightmare local network.

( truth and revelation this way lie )

[ Rey looks awkward in front of the camera, this is not her natural element. She doesn't enjoy calling attention to herself, and this feels very self-indulgent, but save walking around and polling anyone she comes across this seems like the most efficient way to ask her questions. ]

Hello. For those of you who don't know me which is- probably a lot of you, my name is Rey.

[ She pauses, chewing on the inside of her bottom lip briefly as she tries to think of how to proceed. ]

I'm wondering how those of you who are used to running for your lives, or fighting every day to survive have settled here. How you found things to be useful to the community.

I was a pilot and a scavenger back home, there doesn't seem to be much call for either of those things here.

So I was just wondering how others adjusted.

Thanks.

CONTENT WARNING: psychological changes, hoarding, and obsessive behavior related to lavish desires

[ this video opens up with the blink of two eyes and a disgruntled chitter. perle is filming falco and focusing on . . . quite a mess of books in various assortments, stacked upon each other until they were in danger of tilting. among the open spines on the floors pinned with bookmarks were scrolls of paintings, sketches, statues, sepia photography— anything resembling a loving relationship, falco has seemed to have snatched it and keeps it all hostage in his little cabin home's attic like a greedy little dragon buried in precious, hoarded gold. he's pacing left, right, and has been caught mid-explanation as he works a red thread between his fingers. ]

( he rambles and an omen goes ham )

So for those not in the know, our house burned down last month.

[ What a way to open a post, right. And yet Ange manages to say it with something very close to a pokerface. Those who know her well may see something at its edges though. An annoyance that starts to bleed more and more into the girl's tone as she speaks on. ]

And not in the 'dumb accident' sense. No, it's because apparently it's socially acceptable in this place to come to someone's house and set it on fire, before bringing your friends inside to start murdering its inhabitants. [ Okay, yes. At this point it's not thiny veiled annoyance anymore. This is obvious annoyance that she doesn't bother to hide. ] And before anyone asks me if I'm alright— I'm fine. Totally fine. I mean, I half-turned into a beast back there, but it's clearly cool. It's fine.

[ It's clearly not fine. The sarcasm is thick.

Though Ange seems to realise that's not why she was supposed to make this message, and manages to snap herself out of passive-aggressive-ville for just long enough to sigh and sound a little bit more neutral as she speaks on. ]

Anyway, we want to rebuild the house, but that's obviously something we need help with. None of us are exactly architects.. I think. I've learned to not question weird Remnant hobbies. [ You never know what those Remnant people are capable of. ] Not to mention we'd need help with the actual physical rebuilding itself too.

We could use help from a lot of people, so if anyone would be willing to help, that'd be great.

This is general alert to all those in Hamlet Crossing or anyone in the vicinity of Cassandra!

I was just alerted to what looks like an old-fashioned witch burning. You know, with the whole torches and pitch forks and screaming mobs and such. I didn't think that was possible since almost all of us seem to mostly have some kind of magic, but it's happening to a fellow Sleeper!

I know him too: he looks like Vyng, a Sleeper I've met before. I'm staying hidden for the moment so I can try and find out more how I can help, but I won't be for long.

If you want to meet up and help somehow, it will be greatly appreciated! It looks pretty dangerous though, so keep that in mind, and be ready to have to fight out a pretty bloodthirsty bunch.

Also, if you really, really have a problem with fire, you might want to sit this one out. That is all!

CW FOR MASS MURDER OF UNARMED CIVILIANS, RELIGIOUS FANATICISM, THEMES OF NIHILISM AND UNREALITY, GASLIGHTING, "MERCY KILLING", THREATENED HARM TO CHILDREN, CHARA IN GENERAL, MOTHER MERCY IN GENERAL

( SHOW NO MERCY. )

[The feed opens up to the front of a brick building with a sign hanging out the front that might look familiar to anyone that had been around in the dream.

A beat passes before Ruby Rose steps out in an old checkered suit looking very much like a used car salesman.]

Are you fed up with feeling defenseless during crazy judgement fueled rampages?
Tired of weird guys claiming to be god pissing off the local deities?
Sick of toddlers coming around and burning down your house?
Absolutely annoyed with the fact that your sword isn't also a gun!?
...Miffed about the usual monster related problems plaguing our world?

Well have I got a solution for you!

[Ruby whips out her massive scythe which she swings once before it folds up into it's rifle form. She cocks it and aims at the camera.]

Come on down to The Roses Thorns and solve your problems the good old fashioned way! With high powered weaponry!

I've been making weapons ever since I was baby- Or well maybe like eleven to thirteen to be more accurate. But that's pretty much baby. And I have a proven track record of making awesome weapons back in the dream just take a look for yourself!

[She steps inside the building revealing a very classy forge decorated with various weapons, and large cold blood gems of roses, butterflies and little dogs.

She approaches the table and picks up a guitar.]

Like this! Just a normal guitar, right? WRONG!

[She flips a switch on it and strums a note only for a burst of flame to shoot out from the guitar head.]

And just incase the fire doesn't do the trick, it also doubles as a spear!

[Don't mind her as she demonstrates the guitar turning into a spear. She twirls it around and accidentally knocks over a pile of other weapons. There's a light yelp as everything clatters but she's quick to go back into character.]

We've got tons of options and can make you the perfect weapon for you!

[She holds up a few examples including a circular shield that sprouts out into a Buzzsaw blade. A prosthetic arm with a gun in it's forearm. She stops briefly on a a cane and looks confused for quick second. ]

Huh, How did that get in there? That's Ozpin's- It's kind of lame and boring- but-

[And she gives it a twirl before pointing to the camera.]

Come on down to The Roses Thorns and check out our inventory or get prices on custom weapons!

Because if you aren't armed you're doing it wrong!

[Usagi is dressed head to toe in her pink winter jacket, cute (also pink) fuzzy earmuffs (that are shaped like rabbits which should not surprise anyone who has known her for more than five minutes), and mittens... which are also also pink.

She looks like a giant fluffy ball of cotton candy, to be honest. Her face is red and there is a bandaid on her nose and forehead. Why? Well, it might have something to do with the fact that she is also completely surrounded by ice.

Literally, it's everywhere, floor to ceiling. Ice palace for one except it's a Victorian manor and the cold, does, in fact, bother her.]

Uuuuummmmmm [Her breath forms in front of her mouth and she sighs.] Soooooo I have a problem, not like a VIOLENCE problem, thankfully, which, I didn't think I would have to, like, clarify but last month was... interesting. But uh...

[She moves her Omni around to show her ice palace.]

So, one minute, I somehow have ice powers [She makes wooshy fingers with her mittens and gestures to the current state of her living room.] And the next I'm back to glowing under the moonlight and also FREEZING COLD.

So... uh, since I rather NOT use a flamethrower to thaw all of this or deal with a flood in my house... um, help? Please? Please please please! [She will make being a frozen rabbit everyone's problem if this doesn't go away.]

You're welcome to any of the stuff I make or I can take you out for lunch or we can work something out. But I don't know how to ice skate and even my floor is frozen AND IT'S REALLY COLD every time I fall! And like, you'd think, oh it's ice, it'd help with the swelling, but no, no you'd be wrong, it still hurts!

Also, is this happening to anyone else? Can we change blood types? Has anyone done that?

Also also, any and all suggestions to PUNCH the ice [She has a few specific people in mind who might make this recommendation.] will not be listened to.

Hello~! I'm Himiko Toga. 17. The real one. Hi.

Is the party finally over? Done killing? Everyone back in their body? Right mind? Okay!

Newbie 101 with questions, JUDGE FREE ZONE. After washing up here, did you all stick with your plans from home? Your goal? Lifelong dream? Or abandoned that for a life seemed a better option? I mean, did you stick with your habits, change it completely, or evolve it? Are you happy with the new change in you? Or regret it? What about your 'purpose'? Found it here? Back in the other world? Ambition? Made a difference here?

Me? I'm new and trying to get some ideas. I want to hear your story. And hang out with people around my age. No gross weirdos (you know who you are), kthnks. <3

[ She's a blushing little ball of happiness. ]

Happy Birthday, Sasuke-kun!

[ It kind of sounds like a private message, but it's not. How else is she supposed to let all his friends know that it's his birthday? ]

Oh...uhm...I meant to make that private. [ Such LIES... ] But since, it's not, and the cat is out of the bag, I might as well let all his friends know it's Sasuke-kun's twentieth birthday today! You should all wish him a very happy birthday...and then hide me until this blows over.

[Shigaraki looks pretty pleased with himself, his dry lips and proud scar on the left of them making no shy concern where smirking is considered.]

Sometimes I wish popcorn was more readily available here. I've seen a lot of people talk. A lot of people talk virtuously and when it comes down to it? I've seen a lot of people turn against one another, turn against their morals and their preachy speeches when they can't fight the deep dark they denied anymore. I don't even know if I think it's funny. I just think sometimes people think they're so much better.

[There's a shrug of both his shoulders, exaggerated along with a very pronounced and exaggerated pout that brings up his brow well into the mess of white hair that he's clearly leaned up against a building with.]

Look really, really deep into yourselves once you all... Get a hold of yourself again. Ask yourself what you're capable of and then think back to here.

[His head tilts and he sighs, relaxing and slouching back on the building looking still pleased by the whole thing.]

But let's play devil's advocate. What if I saw someone attacking someone else? Help them?

[Crimson red eyes look upward and he mulls very obviously over the question as he tilts his head back and forth in the consideration of what he's thinking.]

That sounds like fun. In fact, if you're in trouble. Message me. I'll come take care of it personally. I just don't want to hear bitching about whatever method I choose, that's all the payment I need. Don't feel safe walking out on your own? Ask, maybe I won't be too busy to escort you. This seems like a fun experiment.