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and every time it rains, you're here in my head, like the sun coming out; ota

🧙 WHO: Miwako + uuuûüùúūuuu
⚔️️ WHAT: Beach episode, creepy-cute teru teru bozu, and cathartic ~~drunken~~ karaoke! + closed prompts
🕒 WHEN: Throughout first half of June
🗺️ WHERE: Beach, outside the inn, Ren’s karaoke bar
⚠️ WARNINGS: Alcohol consumption.

𝕒 ✿ 𝓫𝓮𝓪𝓬𝓱 𝓮𝓹𝓲𝓼𝓸𝓭𝓮

[ Miwako is sporting a frilly pink lacy bikini and a no-makeup makeup look, with her long pastel pink hair let down fully, hanging all the way to her waist, straightened at first this morning, but made wavy by the seawater. She didn't go to the mission. She just saw a beach party going on on her way home from work and was like "sup, summer," that's it. Y-You think she fought?! In any capacity?! Ha!

She is gonna take a whack at a watermelon, though, and it... is... a little pitiful... The best she gets is a loud, hollow thwump sound. At least that means it's ripe?! ]

Heeeeh.....! Miwako isn't strong enough to break it! Here, you do it, I give up!

[ Well, that was some short-lived bravery. She passes the stick off, defeated, to whoever is standing beside her, feigning dramatics by tucking her face into the crook of her arm and turning away. FAILED! ]

𝕓 ✿ 𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓾 𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓾 𝓫𝓮𝓻𝓻𝔂-𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓷

[ Miwako is a noble soul this month for helping clear up the weather by making teru teru bozu dolls for the sprites to marry. She loves this quest, and the basket of sweets in return aren't so bad, either — she happens to love those, too. But find her leaning out her living room window, arranging a whole collection of teru teru bozu... Except... Why do all of hers look like that…?

She's added little curly yarn pigtails to all of them, some with pink hair and some with blonde, with little green or pink flower caps, and they all have big pink or red pouty lips... Some even have eyelashes! They're cute, but... also a little unsettling? She's put too much effort into this. But she's happily adding a couple more when she accidentally knocks over all the half dozen dolls she's already had sitting on the windowsill.

She hails whoever happens to be passing by her window in the street, crying out in alarm for her own klutziness. And whenever whoever finds themselves nearby should happen to look up between the dolls and the girl who made them... why is there such a strong resemblance?! ]

Oh, no! Teru Teru Berry-chan!!! Oi! You, there! Nee, nee, can you help me?! My Happy Angel Berry-chan dolls! Oh, nooo... They fell in the mud... And on her wedding day...!

[ She's wearing a big pink pout to match theirs now... ~~creepycute...~~ ]

𝕔 ✿ 𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓲𝓽 𝓫𝓪𝓬𝓴

[ Those who know Miwako may not be able to tell if she’s truly less happy than she seems; she’s fantastically charming at masking her troubles. But after six months here officially, she’s reached a strange tipping point, even if things have been turning up in her favor with her design dreams and her magic. Emotionally, it’s getting harder being spirited away like this. She’s never been alone this long in her life. She doesn’t have her boyfriend/lifelong best friend, she doesn’t have her friends from school at Paradise Kiss, she doesn’t have her sister or her family… She doesn’t even have the cats! What’s more, she’s very close to running out of “Magic Medicine,” and while she’s sure she could find more konpeito candy to refill it, or even something new and different to suit this realm, she’s anxious that the magic jar just doesn’t seem to work as well here in Avalon. Her stomach problems have certainly been far worse this past half year than they’d been in years.

So what’s great for stomach problems caused solely by anxiety instead of a literal placebo? Drinking. Okay, maybe not, but that’s what she’s chosen to self-medicate with lately. But she’s barely eighteen and doesn’t want to drink alone as much as she has been, as it often just makes her feel even more alone; she’s getting restless being pent up at home, too! So, after having been inspired by a recent visit to her friend Jinguji Ren’s karaoke bar, she’s picked up a new weekly habit: karaoke therapy.

Once or twice a week, find her at Ren’s karaoke bar, singing her little heart out, at least two songs per night every time. Is she a gifted singer? No. Is she a bad singer? Also no! But she has an appreciation for music and has her own particular tastes and connection with it. A deeply emotional person who grew up in love with a passionate punk guitarist. Maybe her own song choices* aren’t quite what her boyfriend would choose, but he’s not here, and that’s exactly the point. This is her catharsis. And regardless of what her voice sounds like, what counts is, in that cathartic mindset, she has stage presence and charisma. She looks good up there in her fashionable ensembles every time, doing cute off-the-cuff dances and playing with her light magic to create delightful subtle illusions (when she’s drunk enough to lose the inhibition); and really, just putting on a good show is really half the battle. ]

*((ooc: player’s choice what song is heard or if she’s even gone on stage yet at all! Maybe she’s in the audience watching your character sing! open to all karaoke scenarios!! ))

𝕖 ✿ 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓭𝓬𝓪𝓻𝓭

(( ooc: I need more CR with Miwako big time, hmu on

summerdive to plot and chat! hit me with anything! Miwako’s off the walls, she’d harass your character on the street if she thought they were hot, haha, let’s do anything… ))

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[ Miwako is nearby, happy to be having an informal creative painting party with what few friends she's made in Avalon. Things feel right in a group. She's wearing pale denim overalls herself, with a red apple appliqué and a long-sleeved red shirt with white trim, plus a floppy white bucket hat with red plaid panels over her pink pigtails, looking spunky and cute in a far more casual way than usual, with several gold studs and small hoops in her ears, but for one red apple stud in one ear and one big gold hoop in the other, mismatched and quirky today. But still pretty matchy-matchy, always. This is the most tomboyish outfit she's worn but for the white kitten heels with red pompom flowers, kicked off by the door as she goes about the blooming atelier barefoot, now in the thick of things.

And indeed, she's proud of how cute Gokudera looks and downright smitten that they're both wearing overalls. She pointed it out right away when he arrived. She's been in especially good spirits today, and it may have something to do with the champagne and strawberry vodka made available to anyone who wants however much they want. She's had... her fair share. She's fine. She's bopping around to the dreamy rock music she's been playing in the background, always an ever-changing soundtrack with her. But music is good for morale!!! There will always be music playing in her atelier!

She's bopping around half-drunk and happy on a ladder, though, which is only slightly worrisome, while she paints white stars on the white ceiling with glittering glow-in-the-dark silvery, iridescent paint she'd enchanted to be even more glittery once the lights are out... She wants as much stardust as possible here. She leans over the ladder to peek at Gokudera's work from above, grinning at the familiar swimming in the paint. ]

Hehe, I think your familiar likes the gold, na~

[Ever a worry-wart, he's not so happy to see what his familiar is doing, and he picks him up, getting paint all over his hands. He frets over the strange little sea monster, trying to wipe him off.]

Larry, that can't be good for you. Think about what all the fish will think when you go into the water and you get paint in it. You could hurt them...

[Yes he's pouting and whining. Of course the gold looks good on the illusory plastic skin, but he's reprimanding the creature.]

And then if it dries, it'll be hard for you to move, and then you'll just sink like a rock, and then I'll be sad, and so will everyone else. Please be more careful...

[He looks like he's going to cry. Oh, Gokudera this is a magical animal, not a helpless baby animal. The boy looks up at Miwako with wet eyes and holds Larry up.]

I need to get it off of him! [He should be having fun, but instead... he's stressing out. Gokudera hasn't even bothered to notice the piano yet. Once he realizes it's out of tune, he'll have another little fit. He's just one human full of unnecessary stress. Maybe he should have some alcohol too.]

Here, here, here!

[ Miwako climbs down the ladder carefully, watching every step, not entirely trusting herself... But makes one valiant, unnecessarily dramatic little hop off the last step for fun. She bounces over to a door against the far wall, thrusting it open with a sense of bravado only to reveal... ]

...Ta-da~!

[ ...a really plain bathroom. There's a row of three open showers, like one might find in an extra small gym bathroom, as well as two toilet stalls and a row of sinks beneath a long mirror. This used to be a dance studio, after all. It's modest, entirely undecorated as of yet, but it works for now. Miwako enters in, too, leaning lazily against the wall beside the sinks with her arms wrapped around herself, keeping Gokudera company while Larry gets a bath. ]

Larry was naughty~ Boooo, Larry~

[ She scolds in a husky, sing-song-y voice, though she's clearly merely teasing the pair, and far more amused than Gokudera is... ...Yeah, y'know, she should probably get poor stressed out Gokudera a drink, to deal with her, too. ]

[Gokudera is so consumed with worry that as soon as he sees the sink, he's hurrying over to it, holding Larry up and being careful not to get any more drips of paint anywhere. He stops the sink and fills it, careful of temperature even though his familiar doesn't care at all.

In response to her scolding, Larry flaps his little flippers and wiggles about, actually enjoying the sing-song tone of her voice, and excited about the idea of a bath. Gokudera is acting like a child who's most prized possession could break. He still seems stressed to tears and as he lowers the Lariosauro into the water, he moves to grab a rag and start rubbing gently.]

It's not funny, Larry! I'm being serious! You can't just- [He's getting water splashed at him, so he dunks the creature, who jumps up and does a little flip. Gokudera's not looking so upset, now it's becoming a game. He grabs, and Larry slips through his hands, and then he's moving to catch him again. The paint is coming off easily, and as it falls away, Gokudera's expression eases and he grins, splashing a handful of water at the creature.]

Take that! Tsunami!

[Larry rolls over and floats upside down, to which Gokudera dramatically puts his hand to his forehead and poorly acts out his lamentation.]

Oh no! Miwako we're going to have to flush him down the toilet!

[Wow what a mood shift. Larry is now invisible because no. No toilet.]

Eeeehhhh! He's gone!

[ She would have been in on the joke, but Larry just... goes invisible before she even gets the chance to chuckle at the idea of flushing the thing down the toilet. ]

Larryyy...!

[ Her lamentation is not so poorly acted out, it's pretty genuine, oh god ]

Nope! Just invisible!

[Gokudera plunges both hands into the sink and scoops, and sure enough he feels his familiar, grabs him, and lifts him out of the water. Then, he's wrapping Larry up in a towel.]

Alright. I'm making a Larry burrito. It's time for a break. Pretty sure those wood things are gonna have to be gold...

Larrito~ [ Miwako chirps, rolling her rr slightly, amused by the phrasing. She's in good form today...

She pushes herself up off the wall, stepping back out into the studio. She pauses at the end table that holds the alcohol, the antique table now fully painted white and gold as she'd envisioned it, and scans the rest of the scene with a soft smile. It's all coming together. There's still much work to be done, but it's happening. It feels like magic. ]

Nee, Bingo-kun — do you want a drink? This strawberry vodka is good. There's champagne, too... And more Mochi mochi... And macarons from Mitsuhide-sama...

[ She's got the set-up, that is to say. She's already pouring herself a shot with some juice as a chaser in another paper cup. She feels there's cause to celebrate, the mood is taking her. The song that'd played before has since ended during their brief bathtime with Larry, and another dreamy rock song has begun, keeping the gentle smile on Miwako's face. ]

Edited 2021-06-15 05:28 (UTC)

[Gokudera smirks at the name and looks down at the bundle in his arms. He can tell Larry is still there based on weight alone, and they're walking back in. The boy sets his familiar down, and Larry wiggles out of the towel, becoming visible again and just watching them as it slaps little gold fin-prints on the tarp.

The boy looks over the drinks and gives a considering hum. The last time he had champagne...]

I think I'll have some of the vodka, then.

[While getting his drink, he takes a moment to look around.]

I had no idea this space would be so big. I mean, obviously it has to be for what it once was, but it's just incredible that you got it, Miwako. Congratulations. [He raises his cup with a smile on his face.]

Thank you~! I feel very lucky. Hard work pays off, naa!

[ She raises her cup to toast his too, locking eyes with a smile. Her sister had a clubhouse when she was first making clothing for AKINDO and selling it at the flea market with her rag tag gang of artist friends and classmates... and what sprung from a cute handmade backpack in a flea market in a small Tokyo neighborhood turned into an international affair spanning decades. And in Miwako's own case, George's uncle just so happened to have a bar he didn't want to run anymore, and let the kids turn it into their hangout spot to make gorgeous clothes that... ultimately ended up as an experience more than an investment. They sold one dress on consignment. One. But they won second-place in the senior fashion show and George ended up on his own international journey even without the scholarship to London Mikako had won back in her day, and somehow it's not too wild to think that he may not have been on that boat to France the day Miwako last saw home had he not found the safe haven that was the little tucked-away hiding spot they called their "atelier." In an entirely different dimension with people she'd have never met back home, such as this beautiful Italian-Japanese space-traveling sexy punky boy and an infamous medieval samurai general she'd had no idea was so attractive in reality, plus the help of some magical animals, in this moment raising her toast to Gokudera's, she has to wonder... what would come out of her atelier? It boggles the mind. All she can do is smile. ]

Chin-chin~

It does! You're very welcome. You've earned this all.

[Gokudera is so proud of her. His boss clearly deserves to have the best because she is worth it and puts so much of herself into her work. It only makes sense that this place shines and reflects her creativity, inspiring those same feelings that she expresses readily.

At her cheers, he raises his cup and taps the side to hers. It's just paper cups, but the thought is there.]

Cento di questi giorni! And many more, Miwako.

Grazie~

[ She beams at him, giving an agreeable nod, and takes a sip of her juice from one hand, then downs the shot of strawberry vodka and chases it immediately in one fluid motion with the juice again. She's clearly practiced now... She doesn't even shudder. She's been drinking alone lately. She's just alone a lot in general. It's unnatural for her. She grins after she takes her shot, not keeping count of how many she takes today, and tunes into the music suddenly, bopping along idly, deflecting overwhelming feelings. ]

Oooh~ We drift in and out~ Ooh, sing into my mouth~

[ She sings along subtly to herself at first, but then locks eyes with Gokudera at the next line, gesturing excitedly at him with her cups still in her hands, grinning brightly as she sings with more emphasis suddenly. She's just having fun, but the line strikes her, of course. She's also been singing a lot of karaoke lately... ]

Out of all those kinds of people— you got a face with a view! I'm just an animal looking for a home, and to share the same space for a minute or two...

[ She sets her cups down, and theatrically clutches her hands to her chest, leaning out with a playfully painful look on her face, getting into it all by herself, closing her eyes to shimmy alone a bit. Gokudera clearly needs to catch up drinking... ]

And you'll love me til my heart stops! Love me til I'm dead!

[ She opens her arms and opens her eyes, gesturing at him again as she sings and dances along spontaneously... She opens her eyes rather wide, making deliberate eye contact lyrically, but trails off into David Byrne's croon with closed eyes and her hands thrust out dramatically to the sides, standing still suddenly to croon along. ]

Eyes that light up — eyes look through you~ Cover up the blank spots, hit me or not, and I go Ooooh, ooo~oooh~!

[ She grins even brighter at him as the instrumentals start back up and the song comes to an end, leaning in affectionately. She's still fit to paint and putz around, but— she's definitely been having fun before he even got here. Obviously unabashed, though. That's still speaking something to her character, at least, seeing this not-so-surprising silly side of her, even if it's because her inhibitions are quite loosened by this strawberry-flavored vodka and champagne on hand. Gokudera didn't sign up for a Talking Heads tribute moment when he agreed to help her with the atelier and agreed to take a drink with her, but that's what he got, okay. ]

Edited 2021-07-12 02:21 (UTC)

[Gokudera sips at his drink easily, relaxing some and raising his eyebrows in surprise watching how Miwako handles her drink. The singing is amusing, and the corner of his mouth turns up. The gesturing makes him lightly chuckle and he's finishing off his drink before getting more, hearing her continue the song.

She keeps inviting him to sing along, and he takes a breath to join David Byrne's part, but then she takes over with her own crooning. That just makes him honestly laugh and he's getting a refill on his alcohol.]

We should go to a karaoke, Miwako.

[He's gone to one before with Gyro. It was after he'd been left alone and was feeling depressed all the time. That Italian doctor cowboy helped him more than Gokudera can ever really know. Maybe singing just helps him?]

Aaahh~! Yes~! We definitely should! Miwako knows the owner of the karaoke bar— Ren-sama! He's delightful~! I go there every weekend lately...

[ She's so exuberant, almost bouncing on her heels, at the suggestion. But when she admits how often she's been going, her smile turns a little sheepish. Like she's got mixed feelings about that. Meaning, she goes there to drink first, then sing; it's not the singing she's sheepish about at all... However, she doubts she'd be able to do the singing all alone here like she's been doing without the drinking. But even now, in this very moment— the drinking is fun. It helps. It's not champagne with Paradise Kiss, nor beers with Arashi, or wine or sake with her sister's family at a special dinner... Just some sweet vodka with a friend, which is even rarer and more special to her. And doing art together, always a plus. Singing and drinking together? Whether she has mixed feelings or not, it goes in line with what brings her joy — art with friends, leaning on emotions or not. But overall, she's clearly all about the idea. ]

We could do a duet~!

[ Suave transition, smooth cover-up, for that lapse into some expression... less transparent than usual. Back to her usual starry-eyed grin. ]

I didn't even know there was a karaoke bar in this world! It doesn't seem to fit the time frame of a world like this...

[Considering it all feels sort of medieval-fantasy, a karaoke bar seems out of place. As much as if he were to see an electric scooter roll down the streets of New Camelot. Why hasn't he seen that yet? Gokudera's drinking and letting his mind wander, then blinks at her suggesting a duet.]

Oh? Of what?

My friend Ren-sama is an idol back home! He needed his outlet, hehe~ It's very popular, he does well with it! And the bartender is very nice~ ...He lets Miwako drink, hehe.

[ She's not old enough to legally drink back home. But that's never stopped her. Especially not here. Clearly.

She grins at him, pouring herself just a half shot, then abandons it, scatterbrained more than usual, to grab her phone to change the song from whatever it had turned to after the Talking Heads song ended. She punches something in really quick and a surely familiar beginning suddenly fills the room. ]

We could sing this song together, hehe~! Ra, ra-ah-ah-ah~ Roma, Roma-ma! Ga-ga, ooh la la!

[ Maybe he'd never told anyone before that he likes Lady Gaga, the first time they hung out proper... But she certainly didn't forget. That's one figure she's become quite taken by since arriving here. ]

Ah. Sounds like someone you would get along with.

[Or someone that would likely do a better job of advertising than him. He's more interested in the mention of a lenient bartender, though. At that, he'll follow her lead and pour himself a shot, then throw it back with practiced ease.

The second a song comes on that he recognizes, he hums in surprise and then grins at her.]

Watch out bad romance...

[His voice is quiet, shy, but he knows the words. It's just not often he sings for anyone, or for the joy of singing.]

Hee~

[ She's so smitten. She likes Gokudera's shyness. He reminds her, in many moments, so much of Caroline, even if it's in abstracted ways. Some Caroline-Arashi-Isabella fusion. All the time, she wishes they were here, and many times she's with Gokudera, she wishes they could meet him; would they approve of her choice in models? He's so short by their high standards, even Caroline is taller than him, but... she finds him so attractive. And so endearing. Just as she'd told his boss however long ago, he has a presence, even when he doesn't realize it, singing shyly to some pop song he probably won't admit he likes. It's silly to her — and sweet.

She gives him a nod and downs her own half-shot, not bothering with a juice to chase it this time, and shudders dramatically after the taste, shaking her head (and whole body, really). The song goes on. ]

Nee, nee— Bingo-kun— Did you listen to those albums I gave you? Like Marina? She came on on an autoplay Lady Gaga station, and I just fell in love, wow~

[ She means it, too. Who else can appreciate a dance/pop song with sad love song lyrics more than Miwako? ...Probably Gokudera! ]

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and every time it rains, you're here in my head, like the sun coming out; ota

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what a perfect icon lol