[Accidental Radio Broadcast]

There's the sound of a door opening and closing, then footsteps on a bare wood floor. The footsteps pause]

Mou, Digit, stop that! Harold isn't a toy!

[yeah, that pout is practically audible. He stops, sighs for a moment, before continuing a little more seriously]

Well... I guess he is. But not your toy!

[There's a distinctly unamused 'mrowwww' at that]

Don't complain, I got some extra fish for you too.

[Pleased 'mrrrrrr' in response to that. The footsteps start up again, and the slight clatter of dishes as Dai gets a plate out to put Digit's piece of fish on.]

I've got everything set up for tomorrow night, I think. Even if Samehada-san kept grinning when I was moving furniture. I hope he likes it, though. Do you think he'll like it?

[Digit purrs at the attention Dai is giving him and Dai just laughs]

Of course you would, you'd gorge yourself silly.

Sky-san, did you make it through everything all right?

Samehada-san, [Pause. A few flecks of ink on the page as if the brush he's writing with was coincidently shaken] do you need any help repairing the dojo?

Daitou knelt in seiza on the floor of his small Section 1 apartment. The cat was locked outside, for now - not his usual habit, but he didn’t want to be interrupted in the middle of this. He took the little black silk pouch out from the front of his kimono - he’d been keeping it close over the last few days, until he had a nice long break to sit down with whatever Locke’s mysterious gift was. He pulled the drawstring open - ‘simply let it fall onto your hand’, he had said, but Daitu tipped the bag out into the floor instead. He wasn’t to keen on the idea of surprises. A single item dropped out of the bag, clattering onto the hard wood floor. It was a small, pale crystal, seemingly glowing with it’s own light. A metal ring surrounded it, like a setting on a gemstone. It looked like... a memory crystal, actually, from the descriptions he’d been given. Carefully, he reached out and brushed the ring with his finger tips - nothing but cold metal. He picked it up by ring, taking a closer look at it - but he couldn’t see anything that stood out to him. He reached up with his other hand to touch the crystal in the center of the ring with one finger.

( 'I am a demon's child' )
With that, Daitou was abruptly thrown back into his own body, able to feel again, able to turn his head to glance around the apartment. The ring was still gripped between his two fingers, but the shine had gone out of the crystal. Used up, he supposed. He rose, a little shakily - there had been a lot to process there - and tucked the crystal into his clothes chest, before unlocking the door and letting a less than happy Prestidigitation back inside. Codes, laws... ‘Shinsengumi’. He had killed someone, it seemed - though that only confirmed what he had suspected from his dream, from the tattoos he’d been given. ‘Murderer’. They had spoken the truth. He would have to think on all this for a while.

From Shinsengumi Imon Peacemaker, Vol 2 pgs 25-29

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What hap

Did anyone else wake up looking [pause as he tries to find an appropriate word to describe his predicament without being too blatant] different today?

[OOC: Clearly the best way to make gay prettyboy samurai ungay is to turn them into girls, in true DiC fashion. Not that anyone will notice.]

Sailormoon-san? I'm not sure I should come in to work today. I [pause before he continues] don't want to scare off any customers by accident.

How does this place [struck out quickly as he realizes that might not be a wise question to ask on the journals.]

I guess these things really can do what Crow-san and Grift-san said they could - though I don't really see how. Still, it must be awfully handy.

[There’s a long moment as Daitou stops and thinks what he’s just written through, before he continues.]

I suppose I should say hello, ne? I’m Daitou, though you could just call me ‘Dai’ - though I’m really not very big.

[Another brief pause as he considers the implications of that particular statement.]

My, that didn’t come out quite right, did it? Anyway, I know I’ll enjoy getting to know you all!

[OOC: Thank you for the paid time, kind anonfairy!]

I really want some Jyuushiko/Retsu...well, not necessarily porn, but shippy goodness, at least. I mean, I like Ukitake/Unohana as is - their personalities mesh well together - but the genderswap adds a whole new layer to it. Jyuushiko is someone who struggles sometimes with reconciling her strength and her femininity. She's a little bit of a tomboy sometimes, and she had to pose as a boy to gain her strength (well, didn't have to, but she felt she did which is what matters). So she looks up to Retsu, and admires her a lot as someone who does seem to manage balancing being very traditionally feminine with being strong and in charge. And they have a really cute dynamic even just as friends.

I think the fact that the only femmslash I can remember writing is mediocre-to-crappy Tomoyo/Meiling fic that still resides deep in the bowels of FF.net means I should probably do this, though I kind of need to get better at writing Unohana first.

The last few days have felt more like a week - all of my immediate family flew out for graduation, plus my grandparents from Florida, so Thursday and Friday were a lot of driving around and panicking and what not. Graduation itself was well done - kept things organized, and all of the little speeches were good. I'm not sure if it makes me a huge nerd or a social outcast (or both) that I knew more of the faculty on stage watching than the group I was actually graduating with. Now begins another round of frantic job searching, as it turns out my grocery store fall-back option may not have hours for me, and I won't find out until next week. Ugh this week, etc. I am also kind of stoned on Benadryl right now - but at least it works wonders on the itchiness.

This seems...rather distressingly familiar. Again, if anyone needs my help, I'll do what I can, though I can only slow down the vines' progress.