『伊達政宗』 ᴅᴀᴛᴇ "LET ME DO IT KOJURO" ᴍᴀsᴀᴍᴜɴᴇ (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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epidemiology2016-03-10 07:21 pm
wardance) wrote in epidemiology2016-03-10 07:21 pm
ʕノ•ᴥ•ʔノ ︵ ┻━┻ { catch-all }
CHARACTERS: Masamune Date (wardance) et al.
DATE: backdated
WARNINGS: will update if needed.
SUMMARY: catch-all for non-event Oska stuff i owe.
…..φ(-ω-｡`)
wardance) et al.DATE: backdated
WARNINGS: will update if needed.
SUMMARY: catch-all for non-event Oska stuff i owe.
Motochika & Olivia (+ Gintoki later) {backdated: 03-10} (*｀▽´)_旦
It's possible he may have gone a little overboard with setting a table for them in the feast hall off to one end so they could discuss and not have to worry about random passersby taking away from of their conversation. That's better than nothing, though, he believes. He can be found standing next to the table, critically eyeing the various food and snacks and alcohol set out while he waits for the others that are part of this 'Masamune-will-pretend-it's-a-dinner-party-but-it actually-is-just-an-excuse-to-get-shitfaced-ASAP' gathering. He'll be mumbling to himself, too, somewhat critical of the castle's decisions in cuisine. ]
Some of this doesn't even look like real food at all. What is wrong with this place...
[ Western cuisine, what the shit... ]
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1) she was keeping the men waiting, and
2) she didn't have anything else to wear anyway!
and so she comes as she is, wearing her usual, looking mildly skittish as she wanders into the grand space of the dining hall. her steps are light as she approaches and that, coupled with masamune's clear distraction, is probably how she manages to come right up to his elbow without his even noticing.
she peers over his shoulder, looking out over the spread he's got before them. ]
Ooh, that looks delicious.
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Do you think so? I don't know a lot of these dishes; are any familiar to you?
[ Masamune shifts to step off to the side a little to allow Olivia to come up next to him and look at the food some more at a better view. ]
What's your favorite looking one? [ He could just be flirting by having this idle type of conversation, but he's not (just flirting... Ok maybe a tiny little bit). He's genuinely curious and Olivia always manages to make even a normally boring conversation interesting. Besides, he can cook, too. So, maybe one day he can cook for her if he finds out the secret ..?! ]
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[ if olivia is at all aware of the non-flirting-flirting, she doesn't seem to show it. instead, she seems rather intent on answering his question as best as she can, her expression screwing up into a look of utter concentration as she surveys the spread of treats splayed out before them. after a few quiet moments, she finally draws a hand up and points towards a dessert kept off to the side. ]
I think... that one!
[ her hand drops, and she turns a sheepish smile towards masamune. ]
I haven't actually tried any of these out myself, but... I think that one would be my favorite. [ her cheeks color a little in embarrassment, and soon she is unable to meet his eye so she turns back towards the dish instead as she explains. ]
It... doesn't look like much, does it? Actually — it kind of looks unappealing at first. At least I thought so. It's isn't presented very neatly or beautifully, not like the rest. It even looks a little clumsy, the way it's put together...
But look how many layers it has. How each layer is different. How you wouldn't really know what one is until you get to it. It's kind of like a secret, don't you think? Like.. some kind of hidden potential.
[ she shrugs. ]
I think it'll be surprising, in a nice way.
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[Motochika is audible before he's visible, calling out as he rounds the corner into the dining hall. Olivia really needn't have worried a moment about her clothes, given the pirate is clad only in loose-fitting pants that cut off at the knee. Armor was more of a liability than an asset when drinking.
He stops short when he sees her with Date--the dragon of Oshuu had mentioned a 'friend' but this wasn't what he'd been expecting.]
Uh... I'm not interrupting, am I?
[He'd been invited, but still. They looked kind of cozy there.]
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She's talking about a dish of food but nevertheless there's a lot to be said about Olivia for her to think that way at all. He reaches to take one of her hands in both of his now and give a gentle squeeze of confidence that he absolutely means what he's about to say. He also is hoping it'll get Er to look at him too so he can say it even more sincerely. ]
Then we will enjoy it together and all of its surprises.
[ Oh, hey, Motochika—Masamune looks away to see the other and removes one hand from Olivia's to give a small wave. ]
Heh? No, we were talking about the food and which was her favorite. Olivia! [he turns to her with a smile, still holding her hand but motioning towards Motochika now. ] This is --
[ introduce yourself to Olivia, Chika-chan. Olivia, feel free to introduce yourself, too. ]
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only to hastily whip back around to hide her suddenly burning face. while it's true that olivia herself wanders around half-naked most of the time, it's still another matter entirely when she accidentally happens upon someone in similar states of undress. especially given that one of the last few times she'd seen a man bare-chested, she'd been accused of being a harlot for it. ]
I-It's nice — nice to meet you, sir—
[ she stumbles over her words, but that isn't nearly as rude as the fact that she has yet to meet the other man's eyes. ]
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Ah, crap. Sorry.
[He scrubs a hand through his hair, looking a little embarrassed, not that Olivia is even looking at him...]
I'm Motochika. Sorry if I startled you.
[Life was hard for a pirate suddenly surrounded by non-pirates, especially when said pirate was actually kind of sensitive.]
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somehow, the notion that something could make someone as large and impressive as motochika embarrassed makes... olivia feel a lot less so.
hastily, she holds up a free hand to wave his uncertainties away. ]
N-No, it was my fault, don't worry! [ she smiles at him, bright and reassuring past the redness of her cheeks. ] I get startled really easily... even a sudden gust of wind can get me jumping, heh!
[ with her hand still in masamune's, she dips into a clumsy but earnest curtsy. ]
It's nice to meet you, Mr. Motochika.
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[He chuckles a little at her admission--it does make him feel a little better at least.]
Feeling's mutual.
[She's cute and polite, and he has to wonder how she ended up friends with someone Date, but he's not going to ask. He shifts his focus to the table for a moment, eying the food though he doesn't recognize most of it, before looking at Date.]
This is a real party, huh?
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Masamune is quite content with them introducing themselves, giving a confident grin to the other daimyo. ] I throw the best parties! [ For emphasis, he slaps his hand on the table they're all in front of. ]
--This is definitely not one of those! But, I figured it's us, which means it's good enough. We can make up for the rest. Sit, sit. [ Masamune waves them both to sit. ] I guess we can make it like a game since it seems like none of us have any idea what this stuff is, yeah? [ Masamune glances to Olivia now once he's sitting himself. ] have you played these kinds of games before?
[ ... Which is basically a drinking game with food, Welp. ]
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Not... really... But I'm a fast learner, I promise!
[ she doesn't really want to ruin the mood, after all. tell her to jump and she'll ask how high! ]
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Every time me and the boys drag something weird up in the nets!
[Because that's what you do with strange sea life, right? Try and eat it?]
Well, this looks like it'll be a little more tame.
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It's just a matter of all three of us coming up with some rules for it. Should we go with guessing what it'll taste like and whoever's wrong has to do shots?
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That sounds fine! [ she can definitely do that! ]
i came in like a wreeeecking ball
[ A short distance off, a friend of both Masamune and Olivia's seems to be taking advantage of the alcohol here as he is seated at the bar area of the restaurant. He looks kind of miserable, but maybe all of that will change when he makes his way over to the group seated at the table.
The familiar voices catch his interest and he peers up from his most recent glass. Squinting, he recognizes Masamune by the eyepatch, mainly, and Olivia but her pink hair (maybe her thighs too... it's a mystery..)
He stands up quickly, pushing his stool back and making his way over. Sorry, he's going to crash this party. ]
Oooooi, Party-kun!
[ here he is, slamming his hands once on the table to get a good look at Motochika. ]
I told ya to stop messin' around with weird lookin' guys. Am I gonna have'ta save your ass? Again? Aaa?
[ Gin, you didn't really save his ass last time but ...ah.. well. ]
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Huuuh? Who the hell'er you calling 'weird looking'?
[Because really. Has this dude looked in a mirror lately?]
Oi, Dragon. You know this guy?
[It seems like it, but if not, Motochika will happily eject him from the party.]
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What isn't adorable is the drunk cat that's come on over. Masamune glances between Motochika and Gintoki...
Maybe Gintoki just really has a problem with people with white hair? ]
It's cool. I know him and so does Olivia. [ The next comment is quieter as its's a little more said to himself but well enough audible: ]
Weird-looking? I would have thought you guys might feel a little related or something... my bad.
[ Anyway-- ]
Parfait-tan, what the hell are you doing drinking without me? I thought we went through this last time.
[ More like that's what Gintoki hit Masamune with but what's wrong with tossing it back at him now?
He turns back to Motochika. ]
Shitfaced over here is Gintoki. I would say proper introductions should be later when he's sober, buuuutttttt it's definitely not gonna get much better than this. [ If it's not drunk, surely there's going to be booger-picking (he found that snot you wiped on him last time, you advantage-taking fruitcake!bastard ).
Without skipping much of a beat, Masamune jerks his thumb towards Motochika as he looks back to Gintoki. ]
This is the Ogre of the West Sea and he's bigger than you~; so just sit your drunk ass down.
[ Before something embarrassing happens! ]
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[ idk how seating is arranged but he'll take a seat next to whoever is by the empty chair. He gives Olivia acknowledgement by simply looking at her with half lidded eyes, though his lips seem to curve upward in a grin. He looks like.. he's suddenly enjoying himself now?
Anyway, he instantly helps himself to food without really asking. Masamune's friend is giving off good vibes that Gintoki can surprisingly decipher amount his inebriation, but he'll be the one to judge how he actually feels about this other white haired guy. ]
Glad your ogre can join us.
None of you look drunk yet.
[ help him he's just going for some of the food with his bare hands. ]
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Oi. Some manners you got. There's a lady here.
[Yup. Getting reprimanded by a pirate.]
We were just getting to that. [He really does need a drink now...]
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N-No lady here! No lady here! J-Just do what you want — pretend I'm not even around!