+++ 奇跡国 - Miracle Country +++

[Her return has been mostly her trying to get herself settled in again, but now, Yuzuriha wants pick up where she started last.]

[Anyone passing by an ice cream shop in town by the name of "Sundaes at Kiseki" will find her standing outside of it in her new uniform with a tray full of sample in one hand and basket of sweets in another. Inuki is there, too, with his own little matching hat and floating around with some pamphlets in his mouth.]

Hello! Would you like to try a sample of our newest flavors today? We have Strawberry Shortcake on the right and Pink Lemondade to the left.

[Utsusemimaru has come out of his suspended animation, but he doesn't seem to be fully out of it at first glance.

He's been trying to get to work for the better part of this morning, but he keeps sitting down on the side of the road, or draping himself over benches, or curling up in warm patches of grass for a nap. He started recording a video on his journal, but gave up before he said anything and can't be bothered to turn it off.

One would think he's being positively slothful.]

[ It's a nice day, so rather than stay inside the school after classes let out, Kobato's sitting in the center of the plaza, leaning on the edge of the fountain and using that to write on. She's got her journal open, a private entry (maybe... who can say with this place), and is talking aloud. ]

I wonder if I can still call it a bucket list. An after the bucket list bucket list...? What do you think, Usagi-san? [ A glance up to the statue. After a moment of silence, she nods, and brings her pen back up to the paper. ]

I'm going to assume that silence means yes. [ But since when was Usagi-san very talkative to begin with.]

Bucket List

• Climb a mountain (or maybe just a big hill)
• Learn to swim (better)
• Share a milkshake with everyone
• Ride on a ship
• Run a marathon
• Visit all of the islands
• Run an advice column?

[ She hums and glances up in thought. There's so much she wants to do, writing it all down on paper is hard. As she goes to write her next item, the writing becomes faint. Out of ink? She puts it down and reaches inside her purse for another pen. As she reaches, though, a stuffed armadillo tumbles out. It almost falls into the water but she manages to (somehow) catch it in time. ]

T-That was close! [ So relieved. She hugs the 'puppy' or 'rat' or whatever it really is to her. ] I wont let you get ruined, or else my name's not Kobato Hanato! [ When she pulls back, she stares down at it a moment... and becomes a touch sad. ]

Yeah. I miss him too. [ A quick swipe across her eyes, and she sets the plush down atop her bag. ] But if he was here and remembered, he would want me to be happy. So I'll do that. But first... pen-san!

[ Oh right-- it's in the bag. ]

[The very initial feed shows a crease to the brow of a fairly young looking kid, however it might rival to that of a very certain vampire hunting vampire here in Kiseki.]

So, what's so 'miraculous' about this place? Those women were annoying enough that I couldn't even tell how much of what they said was actually helpful. [No, more than just annoying. But anyway. He lets out a sigh]. . . I guess it all seems nice at first, or something, though. Or at least it looks like it.

[There's a bit of a frown afterward, though. There's something that's been bugging him, even in the short time he has been here.]

Ah. . . I want to ask, though: anyone see a guy named Zero? He just left the room for a moment, but now I don't see him anywhere. His lessons just ended, and he almost always lets me know if he's planning on going elsewhere, but I haven't heard anything, which of course really isn't like him.

[this is kind of scaring him, though he won't really admit it. Instead, he puts on a smile (maybe even a grin).]

He looks exactly like me, so he shouldn't be hard to find at all! Tell him Ichiru is looking, okay? That'd be great!
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[Anyone near or around the Sakura Park might notice a young boy who is looking up at the majestic tree. He rather likes it, although is also rather distracted, because of the whole suddenly being in a new, unfamiliar place kind of thing. It's tough to tell exactly how he feels on the matter, however it isn't incredibly positive, if you look hard enough. At some point, he steps closer, bringing up a hand to lightly touch its wide base. It is rather pretty.

To those who may approach, however, you might notice something very familiar about him. The pale violet eyes, light silver hair that is more unkempt than not.

—Regardless, he does seem to be rather new, here.]

[ Night has fallen, stars in the sky, park quiet. Anyone who may find him there will find a small stack of books of varying subjects - biology, chemistry, fairy tales, history, maybe even a vampire romance novel in there somewhere - beside him as he lounges dramatically as if it is the most natural place to be. The journal in his lap, pen in hand, he thinks maybe it's time to do a little research with the ones he shares this prison with.

His writing is neat, precise and his words, even in text, are cordial. ]

I didn't expect recent days to be so enlightening. Yet, it still feels lacking. No matter how much I read, they're just words on a page. There's nothing behind them.

Would you mind sharing your favorite stories with me? Triumphs and defeats, myths and legends, your favorite tales of horror, even of your favorite subject in school. Anything will do, I won't complain.

[ As much as he may explore, his interest lies most with those who have access to this. He can find so much more when dives into the people he thinks change this world more than the world itself. ]

[Happy (belated) CLAMP day, everyone! We're following our tradition and having an event for the date.

This year, it's a memory sharing event. Characters will find that they're holding a feather (or perhaps more than one), and they'll know that this feather contains a memory. It could be anything, big or small, happy or sad, that much is up to you. Now, they hold these representations of their own memories for a reason! They're meant to hand them over to someone else. In doing so, the person they give the feather to will experience this memory in a vision. There's a catch, however; the person receiving this memory has to be someone who didn't experience it or witness it too.

Now, if they decide they'd rather not give it to anyone, they'll realize the memory contained in that feather is slowly fading away from their own memories. They'll forget names, faces, events from the memory, until they eventually forget it entirely. Sometimes the memory fading will be a lot faster, and they'll know they have to act quick and don't have the luxury to be sitting around considering who to trust with it. They'll know that, unless shared with someone, the memory will be forgotten entirely. Or, well, "entirely", as Kiseki would have mercy and return it to them, after several weeks (how much is up to you).

The memory exchange will happen when someone else touches the feather - and it means that, yes, you can force someone to see your memory, or you can forcefully view them yourself. And while feathers with memories only work once and then disappear, they could reappear with the same memory in them later.

Of course, the event isn't mandatory, your characters being affected by it at all is entirely your choice.]

[The screen flickers to life. She hasn't been here long, but for anyone who knows her, Yuuki appears on screen. Her back straight, a slightly dissatisfied curve tilts her lips down. What's clear is that she seems... maybe not angry- but frustrated is a good word for it. What's more is that she is dressed a little finer today. She's always dressed nicely, but it's just a bit more regal than normal.]

. . . It's been bothering me for a little while now [ Today only ]. I like to think that I am generally a tolerant person, but even I have limits. I do what I can to treat everyone with equal respect, no matter where they come from. But because of that I would prefer to be treated with the same amount of respect too.

[Haughty, one hand on her hips, the other lifts to rest against her chest.]

That's why I would like to correct a mistake! I am the pureblood princess Yuuki of the royal house of Kuran. My brother would not tolerate being so disrespected and neither will I. Now- because some of you might not have been aware, I forgive you. [She's understanding and kind, after all. She can forgive them despite the lack of proper respect.] But from now on I would like you to address me properly. 'Yuuki-sama' at the very least is appropriate enough.

[A short pause...]

And because I am understanding of other cultures, I will accept other equivalent forms of address. I thank you for your understanding and hope that this can clear things up for within the future.

[ooc: Someone is evented with one of the seven deadly sins. ANY GUESS WHAT IT IS. Also tags will be more consistent once off of work.]

[Porthos is at the window to Aramis' room, while he's out, and giving an innocent looking plant an incredibly intimidating look, just flat-out glaring at it as he waters it with a tiny little watering can.]

[He stares at it for a while, and then waters it some more. Anyone who knows anything about plants can tell that this one is definitely being over-watered in general over the last few days]

[...........]

Bloom, you little bastard.

[If you might happen to glance at your journal, or perhaps happen to have wandered over to the museum island for the day, you might notice there's a woman slumped on the floor of the train station, having managed to get herself that far but eventually ran out of strength. Her wrists are bandaged with what used to be white pieces of cloth, now almost entirely coloured red.]

Your timing is prompt... as always. I suppose this is the one thing... I didn't count on. [There are pauses in her speech, quiet as it is, from sheer exhaustion as she struggles to keep her consciousness.]

[It's another day at the school! You could be snoring in the seat way back in the classroom, or frantically taking notes, or meeting up with friends during recess, or getting lunch, or being greeted by friends or family once the day ends.

Maybe you've never been to the school and just felt like checking it out, maybe sign up for a class or get a job in it, or simply be creeped out by the monitor teachers...

Either way, there's plenty to do so go ahead and mingle]