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disappear_npc (disappear_npc) wrote in disappear_plot,
@ 2009-07-15 22:22:00

School Trip, Day One. (Bus Ride, Eating Somewhere and Onsen)
Who: EVERYONE (npcs welcome)
What: Bus Ride, Eating, Onsen, Night 1 at hotel.
Where: ON A BUS
When: Late May
Why: We like trips.

Aomori-sensei was clearly not in the best of moods. He hadn't been for a while. Still, there was an air of excitement about the students who were assembling to get on the buses as they chose thier seat partners and talked. It wasn't every day that they went on a school trip. Very few of them had been paying much attention in the half-day of lessons before. Even Ishino-sensei looked the happiest she'd been since the incident.

She went through the lines of pupils, checking thier permission forms, while Aomori and Banno-sensei herded them into the coaches.

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Re: MEAL THREAD

anthesphoria
2009-07-30 10:13 pm UTC (link)

"Hmm." She glanced, briefly, at the menu items, and then decided that there was no way she'd be able to decide what to get. There were way too many options and no way that she'd know what was good here and what was bad. And, as she briefly appraised her sushi companion, there was also a very low chance that Toru would be willing to pick for her. If he couldn't get a sentence out without stopping or stammering, there was no way.

"Something or others, probably whatever the chef recommends today." She answered noncommittally, unaware that she was totally extinguishing Toru's safe conversation topic, and put the menu away again. "Oh, well, I'm not going to college." She shrugged, nonchalant about it. It wasn't like she was a good student, or needed to get herself a job.

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	Re: MEAL THREAD 2dbeauty 2009-07-31 12:46 am UTC (link)
	"Oh, okay... what the chef recommends... that... sounds good." Dammit, that was his one line of conversation shot down. Toru still had no idea how to talk to his classmate. "You're... not going to college? But..." He didn't really know what to say. Where Toru came from, people didn't not go to college. Sendai was, after all, a city of universities. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

Re: MEAL THREAD

anthesphoria
2009-07-31 12:59 am UTC (link)

"Do you have any sushi you really like? What's your favorite?" She nudged, trying to get a little bit more than flustered agreement. It was, she reflected, still kind of odd, having seen that there was depth to her classmate beyond the shy, withdrawn hikkikomori otaku (yeah, that depth was kind of creepy, but it was more interesting than stammering and blushing), and then being stuck with the shy kid again. Paradise just made things weird.

Oh, conversation, right: "Well, there's nothing I'd study and I don't think I'll need a degree from college." Besides, she'd never study hard enough to pass entrance exams; she wouldn't be in Nanakamado now, if she hadn't gotten in at the bottom of the escalator school's program - or without her family, of course.

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Re: MEAL THREAD

2dbeauty
2009-07-31 03:42 pm UTC (link)

"Oh, my favorite? I guess I like the kind that has a lot of fish roe..." Toru briefly looked at where a menu was posted on a wall. "Gunkan. Yeah. That kind is pretty tasty..." He then looked over to Kozue. "What about you? Is there some kind that's your favorite?" It almost shocked Toru that he was, for once, making progress with smalltalk. When on earth had he started to develop this ability?

"Nothing? Really?" Toru was still confused. "What are you going to do when you get out of Nanakamado, then?" He honestly was completely unaware that Kozue could possibly live life without having gone to college.

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Re: MEAL THREAD

anthesphoria
2009-08-02 07:53 pm UTC (link)

"Let's see, I like Inarizushi, but I can't eat it all the time," she admitted, after thinking for a moment. "And the kind with the egg around it, ... hm, is that chakin?" She stopped to think about it, and nudged her place setting a little bit.

As far as her future went? With a completely unconcerned front, Kozue replied, "Well, I'll live with my family, I'll have an omiai, and," she shrugged, "my husband will work for my brother's company." That was the plan. That'd been the plan for as long as she could remember: married no earlier than twenty, no later than twenty-five, to a man her grandmother chose. And then she'd... well, figure out something to do.

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