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Ikeda Kiriko | 池田 妃凛子 ([info]apathyisboring) wrote in [info]disappear_rpg,
@ 2009-08-11 18:10:00

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Entry tags:kiriko, open thread, plot, team

Party Time!
Who: Everyone who heard, basically.
What: Kiriko's Party
Where: Event hall by the dorms
When: 8pm Saturday
Why: Birthday celebrations!

The party's turnout was roughly as expected, and the presence of such a lively crowd was enough to make anyone (but especially Kiriko) thankful for the fact that the event hall had air conditioning. Tables were scattered about, some of them holding food for the guests and all of them clear of the dance floor. A school-aged boy with a nervous look to him was at the head of the dancefloor acting as DJ and doing a reasonably good job at keeping everyone pleased, mostly by way of immediately playing any song requested that had not been previously blacklisted by Kiriko. A karaoke system and open mic were set up, but no one had gotten quite drunk enough to approach the stage yet. The much-fretted over decorations had gone up last minute and the sparkling blue butterflies dangling from the ceiling or stuck to walls here and there caught and reflected the dim light.

Kiriko sat at the head table with a gaggle of girls, several from 1-A, and was chatting and laughing easily with them. She was keeping a sharp eye out for anybody who looked like they might break something or cause other kinds of trouble, occasionally turning from the conversation to crane her head and look out over the partygoers, but seemed quite pleased and relaxed nonetheless.



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[info]ofmanydevices
2009-08-14 07:48 pm UTC (link)
When Thomas arrived to the party he once again wore the dark suit he'd worn on the class trip. He figured it would stick out slightly less then the Nanakamado school uniform. Under one arm he carried his gift. A pair of books, the first copy of Sun Tu's the art of War, and the second a book titled "Trickster spirits from Coyote to Kitsune"
Both books had been wrapped in red and orange paper. They seemed like appropriate colors for Ikeda.

His research had suggested that he present himself to the host, and offer up his gift. He saw Ikead talking with a group of people, and he intended to wait until Kiriko was alone.

Until such a time as he could manage that, Tom wandered through the party. He didn't speak to anyone, unless they spoke to him first, which by this point in his school career very few people ever approached him. This gave him the chance to observe, and listen in on a few snippets of conversation.

Now that he thought about it, a chance to get most of the school in one place did have it's benefits. Tom was rather glad he decided to show up, and hoped he was being inconspicuous.

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[info]apathyisboring
2009-08-19 03:56 pm UTC (link)
"Sagaki, what are you doing."

It was a kind of resigned statement more than a proper question. Kiriko stood behind him with her arms crossed, one brow arched at the back of his head.

"This is not really the time to be skulking."

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