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obeyme-kaidii · 3 years

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Lesson 43 Summary

Solomon gives everyone food poisoning, and MC spends the day with Mammon.

**SPOILERS BEYOND THIS POINT**

Mammon comes downstairs for breakfast, complaining about how bright it is outside. As he talks to MC, he realizes that no one else has gotten up yet nor have they prepared any food. He and MC decide to go check on his brothers and see why they are still asleep.

Lucifer is the first one they check on, and they are shocked to find that he is still asleep. Lucifer explains that in the middle of the night he suddenly recalled Solomon’s cooking, and just the memory of it made him extremely ill. Next, Mammon and MC check on Satan, and he passes out in the middle of his complaints regarding Solomon’s cooking. They then head to Beel and Belphie’s room, and Belphie is trying to help Beel who is feeling so sick he doesn’t even want to eat anything. Both decide it’s best to just go back to sleep.

Afterwards, Mammon and MC check on Levi, but he doesn’t even answer them, so they assume he’s still passed out as well. And finally they check on Asmo, who claims to have drunk a “bottle of water” Mammon had brought him from the fridge that he thinks may have actually been something that Solomon prepared. He quickly falls back to sleep as well, upset that he is going to miss the opening of the new Cafe he had heard about.

Mammon and MC are then talking in the halls, and realize they are the only two who haven’t been made ill. They decide that since the refrigerator has clearly been contaminated by things Solomon may have made, that it’s best to just clear it all out and buy new food, as well as some antacids in the hopes they will help with everyone’s stomach pains.

The first place Mammon and MC stop by is “The Angel’s Halo”. They notice that the cafe is still closed, so MC is given the option of making it into a date with Mammon later. Mammon gets very excited about the idea of having a date with MC where he’s not running errands for Lucifer and comments that perhaps he should even thank Solomon.

Mammon explains to MC how in the past, his brothers always take things to extremes when they get sick, but he hopes it won’t come to that since they are in the human world and limited by what they can do. He then pulls out Lucifer’s credit card and announces that it’s what he’s going to use to pay for all the food and medicine he plans on picking up today. He also admits that he may pick up a few things for himself as well while he’s at it.

Mammon finds a nearby deli, and the pair stand in line for food. While waiting, Mammon explains to MC that he’s actually pretty at home in the human world and has a lot of experience coming up there since the witches are always calling him.

He then goes on to explain that he can’t say no to the witches. His explanation is rather vague, and he mentions that they helped with some of his debts, among other things. (Assuming this is a reference to the story told in his The Guardian Demon Devilgram) He then goes on to say that he likes the human realm, and if MC were to ask, he’d stay with them there forever (instead of returning to the Devildom).

MC and Mammon then overhear some customers talking about The Angel’s Halo and how there is a rumor regarding their coffee. It’s said that if you drink their coffee, the person you’re in love with will fall madly in love with you. This catches Mammon’s interest, and he tries to play it cool and tell MC that he’d rather check out the cafe like they had planned instead of just eating at the deli.

As they walk to the cafe, Mammon insists that it’s not because of the coffee. MC is given the option to say that they’d wish he’d fall in love with them instead, and he admits that he is already madly in love with them so it wouldn’t be possible.

Just then, Mammon bumps into someone - and is surprised to find that it’s Luke. Luke is very excited to see MC, and basically ignores Mammon, which only irritates him. Luke explains that Simeon should have contacted MC already, but that they have both been busy “getting ready” for the “grand opening.” He then leads them to The Angel’s Halo cafe, where Simeon is.

Simeon then explains that the cafe is his, and claims that Michael has appointed him and Luke as ambassadors, in a sense, to “coordinate relations between the human world and Celestial Realm.” The cafe is intended to allow them to blend in and interact with the humans so that no one suspects them.

Simeon goes to prepare some food for Mammon and MC, and MC takes the time to explain to Luke about everything that has happened so far in Lessons 41 and 42. Simeon returns and both he and Luke get a good laugh about the fact that MC was hired as a “BABYsitter” for the brothers. Mammon then asks Simeon if he could have a cup of the coffee everyone is talking about.

Mammon explains to Simeon the rumor he heard about the coffee, and this bothers Simeon since he thinks it’s dishonest to draw in customers by such superstitions (but forcing the brothers to be angels was totes ok 👌🏻). When Mammon asks how such a rumor could have gotten started, Simeon guesses that it must have had to do with a stranger he offered a free cup of coffee to one day before they officially opened.

Simeon then explains that he didn’t do anything special and didn’t use his “angel powers” to help the customer. He also explains that he doesn’t have the ability to make humans fall in love (implying that other angels may).

Luke explains that angels are born with their own powers, and all of them are a bit different just like how humans are good at different things. He also shares that angels are assigned a rank based on how good they are at what they can do. Simeon is an archangel, which is essentially a warrior (so I’m assuming his powers are related to that?). Mammon teases Luke about his rank, and Luke explains that he hasn’t been assigned one yet because he’s still too young and is still trying to find out what he’s good at.

Mammon encourages Luke to “try hard” and “go for the top” so that one day he could become a seraph. Luke is embarrassed by Mammon’s teasing, saying that he’s just making fun of him, and insists that he actually wants to be a principality, which Mammon finds even more amusing.

Simeon then changes the subject back to the rumor about the coffee, and explains that he really does want to do something about it, fearing that it might also blow their cover. MC is given the option of suggesting that Mammon help fix it, which he initially objects to (saying we can’t order him around lol, ok sweetie). MC is also allowed to beg Mammon to help, and he quickly caves and agrees to help. Simeon gets a chuckle out of watching Mammon’s interaction with MC, and Luke thinks it’s so gross. 😂

Luke suggests that perhaps the best method of squashing the rumor is to start another, but Simeon is unsure if that would really be effective since there is no guarantee that the new rumor will spread. Mammon makes a comment about how if a couple had gotten into a fight over the coffee then it wouldn’t be so hard to deal with - which gives Simeon the idea of staging a dramatic breakup fight in front of other customers.

Simeon and Luke then suggest that MC and Mammon help them out by playing the pretend fighting couple. Mammon is strongly opposed to this idea, saying he doesn’t want to get into a fight with MC even if it is just pretend. 🥺 After some back and forth with MC, and a bit of jealousy about the idea of MC doing it with anyone else, Mammon finally agrees that he’d rather just do it himself.

Simeon then explains that it would be best if they did a practice run first, just to get a feel for things since they don’t want it to be too scripted and rehearsed. MC starts off the pretend fight with Mammon, who is initially a bit uncomfortable and uncertain if MC is actually acting. He then gets into it, and starts listing off his complaints about MC - basically all revolving around how MC spends time with, and is affectionate to, his brothers.

Watching from the sidelines, Simeon finds it very entertaining, but Luke is starting to grow concerned that Mammon might not actually be acting.

Mammon then finishes up by saying that he can’t take it anymore and wants to breakup. He struggles to maintain his composure and stay “in character”, and he finally breaks down and loudly declares his love for MC and reassures them that he didn’t mean it and would never want to break up with them. 🥺🥺🥺

Simeon of course is not impressed with Mammon’s inability to fake a breakup and calls him useless. 😠

Meanwhile, back at the house (I totally forgot the name, whoops), Lucifer is seen in the kitchen where he encounters Beel. Beel is feeling a bit better after having eaten again, but Lucifer and Asmo are still unwell and Levi is still not answering his door.

Beel mentions that Satan is actually in the library. Beel explains that it looked like he was searching desperately for a book, which Lucifer thinks is very odd considering how they are all feeling. He decides to head over there to check on Satan, suspicious of what he could be up to.

In the library, Satan is trying to find a spell book that contains a curse for transferring one’s physical pain to someone they hate. Lucifer overhears his plans, and threatens Satan with consequences. And Satan counters that since he’s a demon he now has to do it, simply because Lucifer told him not to.

Later, Satan joins Beel in the living room and he’s feeling much better. Satan suggests that they both head to the cafe together. Beel agrees, and then tells Satan not to pick on Lucifer so much. Satan points out that despite being a demon Beel still cares a great deal about his family, and Beel counters that Satan is the same way even if he won’t admit to it.

Back at the cafe, Mammon and MC are now helping Simeon and Luke out. The grand opening has them extremely busy, and since they weren’t able to stage the fake breakup, they are being put to work waiting tables and manning the register.

Satan and Beel then enter the cafe, and are surprised to find Luke and Simeon there (as well as MC and Mammon). They explain that they are both feeling better, and Simeon informs them that now that they are, he’s not going to let them get away and insists they help out too.

Beel is put on dishwashing duty, and is crying about how hungry he is. Mammon is mildly annoyed at how well Satan is blending in, and then turns to MC and asks if they want to sneak away since Satan and Beel are helping and things have slowed down a bit. MC forces him to stay though (which is totally lame, I wanted to sneak away with him. 🤷🏻‍♀️).

That evening, everyone has returned home and they are all exhausted. Beel is all smiles now because he enjoyed the sandwiches that Simeon had given them as thanks.

Satan remarks that he was surprised to find Simeon and Luke in the human realm. Mammon explains how they mentioned that Michael had ordered them here, which Satan thinks is really strange. He states that that’s the sort of job for “dominions” - not angels like Luke and Simeon. He theorizes that Michael might actually have something else planned.

MC then asks about Michael. Mammon says he thinks he’s like a demon masquerading as an angel, and that when they were still angels, he often cruelly punished Mammon. He also goes on to say that Michael is a lot like Lucifer. Satan says that while the two didn’t look similar - describing them as polar opposites - they actually behaved a lot like twins. Mammon also explains that he was obsessed with Lucifer, and Satan shares that he thinks it's because Lucifer was someone who Michael idolized and wished he could be more like.

Then, Beel comments that he feels rain, but they are all inside. When they look up, they realize that it’s not rain they are feeling, but a water leak in the ceiling - coming from Asmo’s bathroom.

Favorite Scenes -

A date with Mammon

Newlyweds

Mammon and the butcher

Mammon’s domestic dream

Where Mammon wants to stay

The coffee rumor

Falling madly in love

Simeon’s cafe

Angels and their powers

Asking Mammon for help

Fake breakup scene 1

Fake breakup scene 2

Fake breakup scene 3 (aka Mammon’s true feelings)

Simeon’s smile

Satan’s suspicions

About Michael

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anarchistettin · 4 years

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From a Minister in Portland who asks that their name not be shared because of right-wing trolls who are threatening people who post about this.

"Seems like a lot of skewed news is being seen around the country. Here’s a first-hand report. This post is from a friend in Portland. I can’t name her because her family is being targeted by right wing trolls. (Yes, really.) This is the most important post I have ever written. It's long, but everyone needs to know what it happening here. This is a constitutional crisis. We witnessed (via live stream) something so horrifying last night (in the early hours) that it feels utterly surreal to wake up and not see it on the news everywhere. We saw the invasion (not at all an exaggeration) of our city by the mysterious "federal police". This was far beyond what we've seen up to this point, which was already shockingly unconstitutional. Again, nobody, not our Governor, or our Mayor or other elected officials know with clarity who they are. There have been some vague reports that some are DHS, some are tactical border police, and others are just described as special security forces appointed by Trump. Their military gear just says 'police', with no name tags, or visible agency info. Though it sounds silly, some wear weird strangely casual looking sneakers with their camo uniforms that make them look even less official, like street militias. Following events closely, we have been watching the live streams from the protests every night. I have also attended some of the peaceful rallies and marches myself. We have other family and friends who have attended too. There are thousands of Portlanders who have shown up for 57 straight nights to build relationships with BIPOC leadership in our city. The relationships that have formed through this work and the networking, are beautiful to behold. Real anti-racism work is being done in the streets of Portland at these large rallies and marches and building a foundation for a social justice, anti-racism movement with momentum to change the world. When I joined the wall of moms the other night (I left before the nightly gassing and brutality started), I was heartened to see a very diverse and multigenerational crowd. There were people ranging in age from young children to folks in their 70's. For all of the people who sit on the sidelines and haven't witnessed what is going on, it's easy to misconstrue so much from the news reports. They often focus on late night chaos that occurs after the Federal agents have gassed with little to no provocation or warning (they did give warnings the last two nights because there are lawsuits being brought, and watch dog groups). So, that leads us to last night. During hours of streaming, starting with powerful speakers from the black community, we saw the evening progress as usual from moving speeches to peacefully standing ground against the mysterious federal fascist actions. Which basically looks like a thousand or so people standing peacefully outside the federal building emphasizing the constitutional right to assemble and chants that remind the crowd that the movement is centered on dismantling systemic racism, though recently that has necessarily overlapped with a resistance to fascism. Something very important to know. We watch nightly as several streamers are competing for viewership and there are some who clearly, proudly identify themselves as right wing trolls. Last night we saw a guy who was bragging that he was right there in the crowd pretending to be a protester. That, along with the comments from troll viewers, that are repulsively violent, going so far as to make death threats to a WOC speaker last night. From observing all of this, it is crystal clear that there are several agitators in the crowd every night. They vary in their motives from white supremacists, to anti government right wing groups, to fairly harmless video game enthusiasts who get all cos-playish in defeating tyanny with homemade shields, and some are almost certainly undercover agents (some could be provocateurs). The bottom line is they are a tiny minority and NOT a real threat to our city. They do however play an important role in the media representation of what's going on, and feed false narratives. Last night, as in the proceeding nights, there were literally a handful (out of thousands) of the young people banging on the metal fencing, and yelling. Some lit off small fireworks into the unoccupied sidewalk in front of the federal building. None of the fireworks looked big enough to set fire to anything. The night before we saw a few people (via livestream) setting small trash piles on fire. There has been a pattern of the feds starting the tear gassing and flash bang explosions around 11 pm or so. Last night it was closer to midnight. Regardless of your opinion about taunting chants or rattling fences, I cannot stress enough how small of a group it is doing that and how little the actual threat they pose to what amounts to a fully armed military encampment in downtown Portland. This is the part every American should know. We thought we were about to see similar events as the proceeding nights, when the feds came out and started a massive assault of tear glass and flash bangs. But it quickly took a horrifying turn for the worse. First we noticed, clearly, obviously, they (the feds) were starting some of the fires. There was debris (intentional or not) that they were shooting with their explosives and they'd quickly ignite. It seemed intentional. Some context, after our Mayor Ted Wheeler had been gassed the night before, he made a proclamation that the Portland Police would no longer coordinate at all with the mysterious federal agents. There was also a recent agreement that they would stay within the bounds of the federal building. To our shock and horror, in the early hours around 2am...or later, I lost track of time. The federal troops began pouring out of the building, dozens of them, opening the fence and flooding into the streets of Portland. They were shooting off round after round of tear gas that penetrated many cities blocks that fogged the air with gas that causes horrible physical reactions, as well as shooting rubber bullets at protesters. This was in an area where there is a large houseless population and you could see them wandering, choking, and in one case we saw a houseless person on all fours coughing in the thick haze. These military style police, some in brown camo and some in black wandered through the streets of downtown (several blocks) holding large guns, military style. I don't know what kind of munitions they had in them, but visually these looked like weapons of war. As we watched all of this unfold, including a man who was marked 'press' being shot with "less lethal munition" that would have hit his face had his phone not blocked the bullet, we thought this would be literally on every news channel when we woke up. We thought the whole world will know now that these lawless, militia groups sent by Trump are invading The United States of America and terrorizing our city, soon other cities across the country. I cannot begin to express how terrifying it was to wake up and see this isn't being covered yet anywhere in the news. I'm assuming that they will be reporting on it later today. But it was an invasion of our city by pseudo military forces sent by the president. The story should be everywhere. The silence is horrific. Fascism is fully here now. This isn't a dress rehearsal. I had to write this, to try and get the word out any way I could. I never in my lifetime thought it would come to this, though I feared it might. But I hoped it would be stopped far before it ever came to this point. As one of the black speakers said last night, we have to rise up against this fascism now, there is strength in numbers. He pointed out that gassing moms and shooting peaceful protesters with rubber bullets today, can so quickly become real bullets tomorrow. I pray with all of my heart that last night's events (really the early hours of this morning) get widely reported. The world needs to know that Trump has turned on America in the worst kind of way. This is going to spread to every city extremely quickly if they aren't stopped. This is real. Stay awake. Stay together, stay tight. *You can copy and paste if you like but please don't share our names due to trolls."

#emergency

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sidhewrites · 5 years

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CHAPTER 8B. Previous Installment found here. Approx. 2650 words. As always, feel free to send Asks or Messages about what’s written or anything you’re curious about.

It didn’t take long, however, for Coriander to see that, perhaps, the expansion was for the worse. The original house was a handsome stone building, two floors with a circular glass window looking into the attic, and a stairwell leading down into a clearly marked “Rehearsal Room” that looked like it had once been a wine cellar. The sign above the door had been mounted on a wagon wheel, declaring the inn’s name to be Running Well -- which must be referring to the management, because it certainly had nothing to do with the exterior design.

Branching off from the house, however, were two awkwardly rectangular extensions made of a different stone with brightly-painted shutters and a veritable rainbow of painted wooden trim. Handprints and childish illustrations decorated the lowest levels of the building, coupled with a fascinatingly sloppy garden. A part of Coriander bristled at the sight of it. But she kept her mouth shut. It wasn’t her garden, after all, and nothing in it suggested that the Innkeep was using it for anything more than the love of growing plants.

Atop one of the extensions was another level, this one made of oak wood and stained a garish lime green, and another extension, made of a reddish clay brick and a thatch roof. It was uncomfortably close to the public stables, where a young groom seemed to be having a quiet but intense disagreement with a tenant leaning their head out the open window. Neither of them spoke, but they gestured quickly back and forth with each other. The hearth inside backlit the tennant dramatically, starkly outlining their short, tightly-curled hair and deep brown complexion, contrasting sharply with the groom’s pale face and hair.

It was all too much to take in. How did someone live in a building like this?

Waites dropped Mum and the cart off at the stables, but he was quickly swept up into a conversation with another groom, one much older and gruffer than the one they’d seen outside. Waites pulled himself away from the conversation for just long enough to say, “Go on inside and get something to eat. I’ll be there soon.” He dropped a few coins into Coriander’s hands, and sent them on ahead. Jasper offered his arm, and they walked together inside.

It was both better and worse at once.

Dozens of people had crowded into the main room, sizable but not large enough. Paper stars hung from the ceiling, as did one child, much to the chagrin and fury of their mother. The decorum, at least, was more sensible -- whitewash and dark wood supports giving the rowdy public room a hint of sensibility.

She knew about her mother’s parties and the occasional socials that happened in Knittelnau -- events Coriander rarely attended, if ever -- and she’d read plenty on the masquerades and balls among the nobility, but it seemed an impossible amount of noise was emanating from the crowd, all but oppressive. It frightened her, and she stepped back towards the door, half hoping to simply disappear through it, entirely hoping that Jasper would get the hint and follow her out.

As it was, however, she only made it a step out the door before someone else tried to come in. He was an aging man, short and fat and fair-skinned, with rouged cheeks and an impressive moustache. Despite his thinning hair, all of it white and grey, he had a certain youthfulness about him, and he was dressed impeccably in bright colors beneath a threadbare homespun cloak.

He cleared his throat before speaking. “I do beg your pardon, Madam,” he said, voice gruff but warm.

Coriander rushed to get out of his way, but he held up a finger. “Now don’t you think about leaving any time soon. My scene is next, and I won’t have anyone missing it.”

His scene? This didn’t seem like a theater to her. People behind them turned and grinned, some shout

Jasper stepped up to her side, making his presence known before offering her his arm. “A scene? Are you an actor, sir?”

The old man beamed. “Oh, I was one a long time ago. Now I just bless my guests with the finest acting this side of the river and the other.”

“I can’t believe we’re going to see an actor perform!” Jasper beamed, looking to Coriander in his excitement.

She managed to nod, unable to match his enthusiasm.

“You flatterer.” The man bowed gallantly. “Are you two travelling together? A trip around the world after a wedding, perhaps?”

Coriander instantly flushed, stammering helplessly, eyes on the ground.

Jasper, though his ears burned as well, managed at least to speak. “We’re friends, sir. I’m a pilgrim on my way to Berall, and I met Miss Tippit here along the way.”

“Tippit?” The man eyed Coriander, and she shrank further back. “I know that name. Where do I know that name from?”

“We’ve come with Mister Waites. It seems like he talks about Miss Tippit’s mother quite a lot.”

The man clapped a hand to his breast and laughed heartily -- too heartily for the situation, Coriander thought, and wondered if it had been rehearsed. “Ah, Annie! Of course you’re friends with Annie. He doesn’t stop talking about Bess, young man, mark my words on that. Which means you, good Miss, must have come to see about the physician then, eh?”

She nodded.

“Good, good. Come see me after the performance, would you? I’ll arrange for some rooms.”

Jasper grinned. “Oh, thank you, but -- I think we ought to find the inn keep, shouldn’t we”

The man laughed again. “Your search is up, dear boy. Here I am.” He bowed gallantly. “The one and only Randallin.” He stood upright with all the grandeur of an actor.

Jasper’s smile widened to match Randallin’s, and he held the letter out with reverence. “Sir, I met a ma-- er. Someone on the edge of town today. They asked me to give you this.”

“What’s this? A letter?” Randallin took it in one large hand and inspected the ribbon holding it closed. “Violet. Always a violet ribbon. I wonder…” He opened it, and his rouged face turned redder. His valorous grin softened into a giggling simper, and he covered his face. “Ah. I see. Forgive me, this is terribly embarrassing. I can’t hold any composure when I get a love letter from him.”

“You know who it is?”

Randallin shook his head, still aflutter. “No, but I have my hopes. And now I can’t go on. Not like this. I’ll titter through a tragedy.”

Jasper shook his head. “No! You must! We’ve come all this way. It’d be a crime not to see the great Randallin perform, wouldn’t it, Miss Tippit?”

Coriander flinched under the gaze of both men, and shrank into herself. If she hadn’t been holding Jasper’s arm at that point, it’s likely she would have fainted on the spot.

Still, Randallin took it as a positive, and mumbled a bit before shaking his head. “Oh, very well, very well. I’ll see what I can do. Thank you, thank you.” He pulled a coin purse from his pockets and placed a handsome silver piece into Jasper’s flustered hand, before raising his hood and slinking inside.

Randallin seemed to be of the belief that he was unnoteworthy, if not invisible, as he slunk through the crowd. Coriander could track his progress by the position of the bemused glances, followed quickly by amused grins that followed in his wake. Was he so recognisable despite the cloak, or was this a common enough occurence that the disguise had become part of the act?

Jasper leaned over to whisper, “He’s somewhat conspicuous, don’t you think?”

“Don’t think for a second anyone doesn’t know who he is.”

The pair turned to see Waites having finished with the stablemaster, grinning affectionately inside. “Did you give him the letter?”

Jasper nodded. “Mister Runwell seems to be a frequent writer, by the looks of things.”

“You have no idea.” He shook his head. “Come, let’s go find a place to watch.”

Coriander blanched at the idea of braving the crowd. It seemed they’d be better off fording a raging river with a hole-riddled raft, even if the crowd wasn’t half as dense or rowdy as she thought. But it was an enclosed room with more than enough noise and strangers, and it left her missing her quiet home already, where the only crowds she knew were festivals -- which she only watched from the sidelines anyway -- and the occasional swarm of honeybees in search of a new hive.

The idea of speaking up, however, was all the more imposing, and she let Jasper guide her inside. He glanced at her repeatedly, however, and ensured they stuck close to the walls, even if Waites moved further in to get a better view.

The cloaked figure of Randallin reached the far side of the inn where a set of stairs led to the second floor. He stopped at the landing halfway up, facing the wall, head bowed so that he looked almost like a standing stone in the middle of a building. The conversation of the crowd became a bit stiffer -- as if they wanted to go silent, but knew they were supposed to keep talking until Randallin gave a specific sign.

He slowly lowered the hood. The cloak fell to his feet. His voice filled the entire room, silencing the crowd as he spoke: “Prue. The fiddle, if you please.”

A song kicked up from the rafters. In the shadows, a dark figure played a scuffed instrument, picking out a jaunt that Coriander knew.

Nobody made a sound, however, when the words began. Nobody but Randallin, who sang slightly off key, making over dramatic gestures and expressions as he serenaded the crowd about how pigsies had come in the night while he drank and laughed with an old friend, and all the wicked things they did.

By the third verse, the crowd finally started singing along, if only sparsely. Most of them were caught up in Randallin’s antics, though they did clap along. He danced and spun and produced a mask from somewhere at one point, only to discard it after half a stanza. The ending came with an especially grand flourish, as he picked the cloak up once more and twirled it around himself, revealing a vibrant purple cape hemmed with stars.

Applause and cheers went up among the crowd. Randallin bowed gallantly before making his way back down to greet his guests. It seemed more than half of them had only come for the performance itself, making their way out into the night only a few moments after it had ended.

Coriander was in awe. Her mouth hung ajar, eyes wide and glittering in the candlelight as Randallin made his way back to them. She risked a glance up to the rafters again, where the shadowed musician still hung, peering down on them with big, dark eyes. She could somewhat make out a form -- a tall, thin individual with a cloud of tightly-curled hair around their face. Beyond that, however, she wasn’t able to see much.

Randallin was flushed, glowing from the cheer and attention. He puffed his chest out, grinning like a proud child, and asked, “Well? How was I?”

“As charm--” Waites began, but Jasper butted in all too quickly.

“You were magnificent, sir! You commanded the stage like you were born for it. If I were to be bold, I’d wonder what you were doing here, rather than in Starbor’s theater district.”

Above them, the dark figure moved, crawling over and around the rafters, fiddle in hand, silent as a cat.

Randallin dipped his head, nodding and chuckling. “I dare say I have a fan before me. Next thing I know he’ll be asking for my autograph.”

“Oh?” Jasper eye’s glittered.

The men continued to talk. Coriander tracked the figure’s movements. They didn’t seem to be hiding per se, but though the crowd had thinned properly, they continued to climb through the shadows in a round-about way over to where she and the men stood.

“I should admit, I’ve been acting most of my life. I’ve had the stage more than I perhaps deserved, but only one man in all of Mowry seemed to take up issue.”

“Who could--” Jasper began.

“Are you really talking about this again?” The figure leapt down from the shadows, landing squarely between them -- the tenant from the stables. They were almost two heads taller than Randallin, all long limbs and bony joints. Their natural hair stuck out at all angles, and they were dressed androgynously, with an unimpressed look apparently permanently etched into their freckled face.

Randallin pulled a pout. “Don’t be cruel.” He brightened almost immediately, however, clapping a hand onto their shoulder. “Everyone, please meet my most excellent employee, Prue Orlev. Please use they and them when referring to them in the third person. Prue, you know Annie, and that’s Bestina’s girl Coriander and my new biggest fan, Jasper.”

Prue nodded to each of them politely without a smile, and turned back to Randallin. “I think everyone in Mowry knows about you and Satish already.”

“Satish?” Jasper echoed. His eyes glittered again, a smile growing on his lips. “But that’s--”

Coriander shot him a panicked look, reaching out to tap him just quickly enough before realizing what she was doing and withdrawing.

Jasper looked over with worry, frowning. “Miss Tippit? Is everything all right?”

She wasn’t sure how to explain that they probably shouldn’t reveal Satish’s identity without his permission. It seemed … well, rude, at the very least.

But Jasper seemed to understand and winked, while Waites looked on with a suppressed, all too amused grin. “That is to say, we met Satish on our way in. He seemed very kind.”

“Make no mistake, dear boy,” Randallin insisted. “That man can be as devious as a serpent if the mood strikes him.”

“Serpents aren’t devious,” Prue said.

“Of course not -- it’s just a turn of phrase. I know how much you love your Calliope. Has she eaten yet?”

“She’s in my pocket.”

“Spooked by the mouse once again, eh?”

“She’s learning.”

Waites went pale. “Oh -- well. It’s lovely to see you both again. I think I might go sit down.”

Jasper watched, confused, as Waites made his way to a table and eased himself into a chair. “Is he afraid of snakes?”

“Terrified,” Randallin mourned, shaking his head. “Poor thing. Calliope wouldn’t hurt a fly. Well -- she couldn’t catch a fly if she tried. Is she still afraid of flies, Prue?”

Prue shrugged. “I haven’t checked.”

“Ah -- well. Nothing to be done for it. Hand her over, if you please, and show these fine folks to their rooms, would you? I think Annie could use a lie down, don’t you think?”

All eyes went to Waites, who indeed looked like he could use a fainting couch and a stiff drink.

Prue nodded. They reached into their pocket, extracting a handsome, if timid, yellow snake that curled up into a ball the second it saw the outside world.

Randallin cooed gently as he took the snake, placing it in his own pocket. “One for the gentlemen and one for the good lady, if you please.”

Another nod, and Prue turned on their heel. “This way, please.”

“Annie, best to join them before it’s too late.”

Waites nodded, pulling himself up from his chair with some difficulty. Coriander hesitated, wondering if she ought to rush to his side, make sure he was able to walk all right. But by the time he’d taken the few steps over to where she and the others stood, he seemed mostly recovered.

“How’ve you been, Prue?” he asked, his smile mostly returned and genuine.

“The same.”

And that was it for conversation. Prue gestured, and led them to their rooms.

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coolpolarbear123 · 5 years

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Band Camp Day 4

It’s 12:48 at night and I didn’t take notes sooooo

August 23rd, 2019

Day 1 | 2 | 3 | 5 | 6 | 7

Do you see how long my day is:

I woke up at 7. I got home maybe five or ten minutes ago

I’ll do the math for you: it’s almost sixteen hours. Of course, that counts the breaks I get to take for meals, but it’s all band related. I’m never not with band kids.

Today was move in day, so we pretty much woke up to the sound of chaos

Okay seriously who moves in at 7:30 in the morning when you have the next four days to do it

I guess early parking but get out the way because I gotta get to band

Stupid parents taking up parking spaces that we already don’t have enough of

Anyway we had NDI drive us to the field so we wouldn’t have to move so many cars

We were almost late aaaa

by us I mean like the five main returning piccs whom I’m closest with

We call ourselves GB if that helps

We actually renamed our groupchat to “The GGGGG’s” because we watched Radio Rebel last night and uh yeah

It stands for Gay Goddammit [something] [something] Gingerbread

I’ll,,, ask tomorrow what the other two G’s are. I dunno why I can’t remember

(maybe it’s the sleep deprivation. maybe it’s the dehydration. Maybe it’s maybelline)

Anyway we got there on time. Senior prank: everything was set up for camping. The field and sidelines and the entire tower was littered with tents and hammocks and stuff

Did some marching fundamentals

Had some unwell sectionals

As in sick sectionals go piccs

in case you didn’t get it

Did a bit of pregame

(please stop making us high mark time--we’re dying)

And then we started halftime

And then it started raining

so we traveled to the band room and had an hour and a half of indoor rehearsal

<el<eeta

(Velveeta is a picc inside joke, and our band director said something about sideways V’s and that’s what I immediately thought of)

lunch!

Okay so since it was too cold--

yeah you heard me

too cold

not the rain

but too cold (65 degrees????? that’s not cold at all????)

--the welcome picnic was indoors. Where indoors? the dining hall! Which dining hall! The only one left since they got rid of the other!

Meaning the same one we have to eat in for normal people meals

It was Packed

Completely insane. 10/10 wouldn’t want to live through again

(We didn’t eat dinner there: spoiler alert)

I mean seriously get out the way

After lunch we reported to the field. Usually we’d go to the band room, but since we didn’t get all of our marching time, it’s back to the field

The piccolo call is that zzzt sound from this vine

NDI showed up after us, which is important

See, in Radio Rebel, the GGGG’s have this handshake where they say “GGGG’s for life” or whatever

So we learned it

And we said we’d run at each other from different sides of the field and do it

so we did

Not perfect but it was fun

Did I mention the rest of the band was playing baseball with a drumstick and some small green ball at the time

Anyway NDI joined us and then we taught everyone the handshake, figured out how to do it in a large circle, we’re a cult, etc

And then the freshmen taught us how to do the foot dance thing that goes to that “oh nanana” song so we added that to the handshake

We be a Cult

(it’s 1:04 in the morning and I’m maybe halfway through this post dear god shoot me)

Anyway we set up, did some halftime and even more pregame

PLEASE STOP MAKING US HIGHMARK TIME OUR THIGHS HURT

And then we had drum major auditions!

We played Bohemian Rhapsody Many Times

And the SSB (ew)

Star Spangled Banner, for those uncultured swine out there

The new DM was announced after dinner, so we’ll get there

They did have to command the drill instructors to march, though, so that was fun. I took pictures of NDI for blackmail

When they were doing that, someone with a dog walked by, so we started chanting “dog dog dog” as you do (like the seagulls in nemo), and the guy stopped and looked at us like we’re crazy

(I do explain this dog thing later in the post, so stay tuned)

Someone else walked by with a dog but didn’t stop

One of the six people trying out was our section leader, which would make things interesting if she got it

Another was a guy a guide to during pregame, but he’s really sweet and awesome, so I was rooting for him

Another was a girl I guide to for halftime and pregame, so please please please let her march

and another was a guy in the piccolo burn book so

We didn’t go back to indoor rehearsal? Which is interesting?

Dinner!

We went to Wendy’s and discussed the drum majors

then we went to feed NDI’s rats. She loves them and I do too.

Okay but like my roommate (one of GB) and I were talking about how this year feels so much more different? Like last year we couldn’t get off campus because we had no time. This year we went to Wendy’s, I’ve seen NDI’s rats a bunch. We’ve hung out in the UC. It’s insane. I’ve gone back to my dorm during meal breaks. It’s completely different

And some of it was because I was a freshman last year with no car (I mean I still don’t have a car but most of my friends do), so I had to walk, and my time management sucked due to me not knowing the area

But the freshmen this year are also easily getting breaks and going out during meals and it’s wild

Anyway

Back to the field!

The one guy who I guide to during pregame became DM--I’m proud

We cheered a lot for him as he gave us commands

(we cheered only at ease, though, obviously. Don’t get ideas)

More halftime, more pregame (please. Highmark time is killing me)

One of the new piccs turned around to ask me a question the other day and Burn Book guy from earlier answered it without me even getting a word out, even though he was like four steps away and I was right there and she was clearly talking to me

I’m still reeling about that

wow this is getting long

(1:14 am)

Then we finished up evening rehearsal, did cult things, then section bonding!

The band walks to an ice cream place together (the piccs jumped in cars and drove before others could)

While eating ice cream, we got to pet dogs! The owners were nice enough to walk them by our benches in the corner, out of the way of the sidewalk where they were

We are Dog Deprived

It’s a thing for the band to say “dog” like the seagulls in Finding Nemo so yeah that

We actually were in the middle of singing a song in the car, chanted dog for ten seconds, then immediately went back to singing like nothing happened for example

Back to section bonding

We met up in NSL’s apartment building to play dumb, fun games

We were having a good time, hAVING A GOOD TIME

(Queen show, remember? Our opener is “Don’t Stop Me Now”)

My roommate did Not have a good time, and I felt bad, but whatever. The rest of us did

We played a sort of trivia game where the screen gave us a prompt like “Who is most likely to do X” and if we didn’t know, the scapegoat became one of my suitemates (another member of GB)

It was hilarious

Many inside jokes

Said person has a new boyfriend every day with three kids

Section bonding was really fun, and now I’m gonna go to bed (1:24 am)

Tomorrow we were given a late start of 9:00 instead of 8:30. Time to get six hours of sleep

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sakamichidiary · 6 years

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🇫🇷P☆Tomita Suzuka

Member: Tomita Suzuka Source: Second generation Hiragana Keyakizaka46 blog Post date: 2017/12/14 01:11

Thank you dank you for opening Tomita Suzuka's blog (^^) (in rap style) Everyone, the 2nd gen members have started posting on Messages1~! I'm going to put in the effort to make sure that I'll be entertaining for you guys, so please subscribe, okay☆? I'll make sure to post loooooooots!

Last week, I didn't do much of a self-introduction, so I'll add a little more here! 🍅 I LOVE TOMATOES ♡♡♡ I even put in a tomato as part of my signature. During the auditions, there was a girl who just by eating tomatoes, actually made an impact on tomato producing regions. I admit my defeat to her, with respect to my love for tomatoes. 🎸 I can play the bass, the guitar and the electric organ. The reason I started playing the bass was that my two older brothers were playing the drums and the guitar, and I just kind of started out with the bass to play with them! Konoka (Matsuda Konoka) plays the guitar, so I'd like to make a band ♡ 🎤 I LOVE the group UVERworld. When I'm feeling especially down, I listen to the gentle melody of their songs that almost speaks to me, and when I'm super hyped up, I listen to their heart pumping and rockin' songs! I'm also surprisingly someone who loves ballads as well! That's why when I listen to UVERworld, their songs sink into my soul and I'm always being rescued by their music. 🎂 My birthday is on January 18th. It's "good teeth" day2. I don't have good teeth, but please remember my birthday with the help of this pun. It's coming up soon, so please celebrate it [with me], okay? ☆ 🐶 I own a dog ♡. It's a toy poodle!

Well, well, well, well, well, well, well, well, well, well, well, well, well, well, well, well, well, well!!! All of you, all of you! Who knows what I'm going to be talking about now~?! That's right! ⭐Hiragana Nationwide Tour 2017 FINAL! Chiba Performance⭐ We successfully finished the 2nd gen's unveiling🌸 How was each one of our self-introductions?! I think that we were able to show each and everyone's unique personality. For those who came, do you remember what I did🙈? I did a rap number yet again (lol). It was perfect, wasn't it 😌? I tried to do it like my usual self, without being nervous. Did I succeed at that?? I including call and response segments in my rap, to make it more fun for you guys! To be perfectly honest, I was worried up until today on whether we deserved to stand on such a big stage so early, and whether fans would accept us or not. But all of you fans were so friendly... I was at ease when I saw all of you getting pumped up. Leaving aside the fact that we suddenly swelled the ranks of the Hiragana Keyakizaka46 that the 1st gen members had built up until now, it was an immense honor to have been able to participate in the Makuhari FINAL, which is an important turning point for the group. During the first rehearsal, my breath was taken away when I saw the 1st gen members' performance. Usually, they are kind and a bit aloof, but the instant they stepped onto the stage, their expression completely changed, and I was wonderfully surprised at that. I especially liked the part going from "Tokyo Tower wa Doko Kara Mieru?" to "Eien no Hakusen!!" I wished I could have seen this from a spectator's seat 🤤 On the first day, for some odd reason, all of us 2nd gen members were crying backstage, starting from Sasaki Kumi-san's last words, and throughout the "W-KEYAKIZAKA no Uta" song. There are a lot of girls who are crybabies within the 2nd gen members, myself included (lol) "NO WAR in the future" was the first song the 2nd gen members participated in!! We did the recording quite a while ago, but no matter where I am or what I'm doing, when I hear this song, I can always clearly hear my part (lol) There is really a lot of jumping in this dance number, and during practice, I'm out of breath after having only danced this one song. During the real performance, it was even worse because the costume and shoes made everything heavier! I couldn't quite move like I wanted to. There were members who had done ballet and dance before, but all I had done was just a tiny bit of jazz dance (lol). So you could say that I was starting out from the very basics as a beginner. Since I have no endurance, after just this song, I was sweating bullets, my face was beet red and my hair was all over the place!! This is a song that brings out all of our power. Were you fans able to see my full force? ⌄̈⃝ From my or everyone point of view, this may be a performance that is still far away from scoring 100 points, but I definitely wanted to show people that I put in all my power. I don't think this effort will go to waste, so I'll aim to pitch at full force from now on!⚾ From now on, all of us 2nd gen members will compete to reach for even higher heights. And to all the 1st gen members! Once again, please take care of us! The Kanji Keyaki members were also there, and they encouraged us by telling us to do our best!😌 I'm glad that I was able to meet them. I was overjoyed that Habu-san wrote a letter to each and everyone of us!! I still remember that during our first appearance on Keyakake3, she was gently smiling at us from the sidelines! Because of her smile, my nervousness just flew away 😊. I heard that Habu-san is also a party-goer, so I'd like to have a talk about partying with her 🙈 (lol). A heartfelt thank you to everyone! Kyoko-san ♡ My face was stiff because of my nervousness... I'd like to become more friendly with her〜〜😀😀 Kosakana~

Ta-dah! I bought "Talkative Gaze", Watanabe Rika's first photobook💗 Actually, during Watanabe Rika's SHOWROOM broadcast to celebrate the release of her photobook, I made an appearance as part of a congratulatory message, alongside Watanabe Miho and Nibu Akari. Since I didn't bring out my party-goer attitude much, it wouldn't surprise me if some people didn't notice that it was me (lol) This is such a wonderful photobook that words can't properly convey, and that I can't express in words myself either. From the front cover to the last page, (this is the important part) the book is crammed full of Watanabe Rika in all her forms 😣. Since this is the first time I've bought a photobook, this will really be a treasure I'll cherish forever. I really have to polish myself some more! 🙊🙊 When us three members looked at the photobook together, I talked about how my favorite shot was the one where Rika was brushing her teeth ♡! But I like all of her pictures. I like the pose she did on the beach chair. And also, the two page spread with her gray swimsuit too! Did everyone notice...? I have a small whale shark that looks like Aoko-san sitting on my head!! I actually went to Okinawa last month. When I went to the aquarium, I found and bought it 🦈. I want to meet the real Aoko-san too 😻 I want to go back to Okinawa~~!!

2018 is also almost over huh...4 What a place to be in, but if we keep going like this, it'll be my turn to write on the blog on December 31st. So I'll keep my confessions until that time! But before that, it'll be Xmas ♡ Last year, my friends from school wanted to do an Instagram picture party! So we had a super duper cute party! Makes sense since I'm a party-goer, right? 😀😀😀 It was the first time I had such a girly Xmas party! The cake was hand made 🎂. It looks cute, doesn't it~?! We ate it afterwards and it was delicious! For this year's Xmas, I'd like to spend it with the other members~ Since I was a naughty kid this year, Santa-san probably won't come. So I'll have to make the other members be my Santa. I'll probably in the red nose reindeer position, so I'll have to make my nose bigger! Nibubu's shinai (lol). She even taught me how to hold it properly. Well then, see ya next week 🤘🏻 Pari Peace ('ω')v P.S.: Ah! Now that I think about it, the origins of my nickname "Nobuko" has to do with my nose (lol)

Wait, in her Christmas party picture, are those... candles on the pizza?! Mind. Blown.🤯 I don't get current day JK...

Also, bonus points for Habu Mizuho in my book. She wrote letters to every single one of the new 2nd gen members. She's so nice and kind 😭😭😭

This is Keyakizaka46's official app where members can post short messages and pictures in LINE-like conversations. Fans can also send messages to members as well, by paying a small fee for each message sent (gotta milk them idol otaku out of their money). See: http://www.keyakizaka46.com/s/k46o/page/app_guide?ima=0000 ↩︎

Japanese people like to associate readings of the date with special days. For example, November 29th is "good meat" day (1129 ➜ ii niku). The pun on the reading for January 18th in Japanese is: January 18th ➜ 1月18日 ➜ 118 ➜ ii ha (いいは） ➜ good teeth ↩︎

Abbreviation for the show "Keyakitte, Kakenai?" ↩︎

This is not a typo on my part. I assume she meant to write 2017 ↩︎

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