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Ito Keiichi (伊藤慶一) (keiito) wrote in disappear_rpg,
@ 2011-03-22 11:29:00

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Who: Keiichi and OPEN~!
What: Advertising Cooking Club with tasty treats!
Where: Hallways of Nanakamado High
When: Day or two after ABC Meeting
Why: COOKING CLUB HAS NO MEMBERS.

With little else to do with his life, as Cooking Club was off (and even when not off, its membership was comparable to such fine institutions as the Nanakamado Lint Collection Association), Keiichi had decided that it was time to drum up some interest in his club.

That of course meant he'd commandeered a couple of desks from 2-B, and placed them out in the hallway. On one was a pile of flyers about his club, and on the other was a basket containing oatmeal raisin cookies. Perhaps being a realist, cookies outnumbered flyers roughly two to one.

Seated behind his desks, with a "COOKING CLUB!" sign helpfully taped to the front of the desks written in Dullie marker, Keiichi was ready for a nice long day of people taking cookies and not much else.

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ofmanydevices
2011-03-23 04:24 pm UTC (link)

Tom took two steps backward, and silently examined the group. He felt like he ought to question them, but how do you ask about a feeling only you might have?

In the end he quietly folded the piece of paper, and slipped it into his pocket. He watched the four of them carefully, and listened to their comments. If nothing else he'd observe some detail about them. Sure it'd be a lie, he'd only ;earn about the false front they projected for interacting with people, but what they chose to present could give a clue as to who they are as it were.

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	disappearedmods 2011-03-23 07:22 pm UTC (link)
	Phantoms of a fox, a demon, a fiery man, an armed man and a man stringing a bow seem to pass in front of the group's eyes, fading rapidly, leaving scarcely enough time to register. (Reply to this) (Parent)

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