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Uraraka Ochako ([personal profile] floatsaway) wrote in [community profile] isleofavalon2021-12-27 07:50 pm

Holiday Bash!!

đź§™ WHO: Ochako Uraraka ([personal profile] floatsaway) + CR (and their +1s)
⚔️️ WHAT: HOLIDAY/BIRTHDAY PARTY YEAAHHH
đź•’ WHEN: Now, I guess. :U
🗺️ WHERE: At her CASTLE.
⚠️ WARNINGS: Venti stop trying to get Ochako TURNT None, probably...other than Bakugou's potty mouth. :(

[It's been a hell of a year, or close enough to it, for Ochako and her many friends here. From the varying trials and tribulations of general quests, to the more perilous missions between kingdoms, to new beginnings and changing tides...it's all a path forward on the long road of life. Despite the difficulties, Ochako's been able to reflect on this past year and finally find herself a bit - a new title and a new, but still somewhat the same, purpose in this world. Something given, something earned (even if she doesn't really see it that way, yet), but still very much hers.

Lady Uraraka (hrrgh...it'll never feel normal, yikes) is throwing a bit of a holiday celebration at her small castle to celebrate the coming and going of a full year. Not only that, but also Christmas prior, and even her birthday as well! All friends she knows, and anyone those friends care to invite, are welcome!! They'll be guided to a decently sized ballroom where several tables have been set up for people to relax and eat, and a separate table for gift giving and gift receiving as well!



What, you thought you'd come to this celebration and leave empty-handed? Pshaw.]
prontissimo: (io penso sempre a te)

[personal profile] prontissimo 2022-01-30 03:27 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The remark draws a surprised look from Alberto, but he's still clearly worried. Alberto never had access to ice most his life, nor did he have access to pain relievers or literally any other first aid supplies. If he smashed himself up — welp, that's him now, he's just smashed up. All he could do is deal with it. He doesn't know any tricks to make an injury like that feel better.

But, he is endeared to know someone who, uh, gets smashed up and injured a lot, apparently. Alberto's endeavors are a lot less heroic, and a lot more stupid. He just likes jumping off tall things and rolling down hills and who knows what else. But he's glad to know she lets it roll off her shoulders the same way he does his. Most people don't, he's come to think. Alberto has very little stock in his own physical safety. And as such, sometimes very little for others', too. But when he's responsible for their injury, he's not so nonchalant about that... ]


If you say so...

[ He's not sure if the mochi has been done enough, but he can't help but indulge his curiosity about a lingering question. ]

...What do you mean a hero? Like a superhero?

[ Like Izuku...! ]
Edited 2022-01-30 15:28 (UTC)
prontissimo: (e cento trappole)

[personal profile] prontissimo 2022-02-02 05:30 pm (UTC)(link)
Really? You have a costume and everything?! Hehe, yeah, I wanna see it!

[ Alberto's only become familiar with the concept of superheroes since arriving here, and only because of Izuku and their comic book trading. Alberto tries to keep his excitement contained, but there is a hint of emotional whiplash, hard to hide how cool he thinks she is. Not that he didn't before, but, y'know — now she's even cooler. ]
prontissimo: (stiamo in societĂ )

[personal profile] prontissimo 2022-02-05 06:01 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He’s all too eager to go see. He’s also never been in a castle before this, or… any kind of big fancy building at all… He’s been inside more buildings, period, since arriving in Avalon, than he’d ever even been inside in Portorosso. Most his new friends here would probably be floored to find out Alberto lived pretty much outside his entire life before moving in with Massimo… And Massimo’s pescheria was not so glamorous, itself, though it certainly felt like it to Alberto. It was a narrow two-story building with a flat above the shop; there was only one bedroom, which Massimo gave to Giulia in the summertimes, and then more permanently to Alberto, so the man of the house himself slept on a bed shoved under a ladder in the kitchen… and Alberto’s never really given that a second thought, having never been to any other humans’ houses, back home nor here. He’s been to a friend’s inn room but, uh, that’s it. Hard to imagine why Alberto doesn’t get invited many places…

But he got invited here, tonight, so he’s living it up, man! Excuse him as he gawks all around them all the way to her room, all the while wearing a vague, dazzled smile that seemingly can’t be wiped off. Just the look on his face is as if the kid’s scarcely ever been inside, one could easily joke…! Except… it’d be like true. Yeesh. ]


I can’t believe you live here now, ragazza… Brava. Bellissimo…~