choose your own adventure [open]

[actsmagnificent]

Who: Haruka Tenoh & you!
What: A few days in the life of a chauffeur for hire. Who may get roped into some other activities.
When: Feb 27 - March 3
Where: All over the city
Warnings: Nineties anime.


[ option 1 - evening, musicians only ]

[ Hey, awesome! Your band ordered a limo. Or maybe they didn't and someone at this limousine company just thinks they did. Either way, they've dispatched one to come pick you up, and the chauffeur is both 1) very charming and 2) very handsome. ] Good evening. Where can I take you tonight?

[ No matter what facial expression the clients are wearing, this chauffeur keeps smiling. ]

[ option b - midday, outside of brad's diner ]

Step right up! Come one, come all!

[ Sigh. It would be just Haruka's luck that she'd check up on Minako - not even planning on entering the workplace, just peering in the window - when the place was short on staff. So now Haruka's out on the streets with a bunch of flyers, cheerful as can be...on the surface, anyway. Why is she so good at this. Why. ] Brad's Diner is trying a new dessert menu. A snack on your lunch break, sir? Madam?

[ She smiles at a group of high-school girls, who huddle together to support their sudden collective case of weak knees. ] Surely there's a better place to skip school, kittens.

[ She winks. One of the girls faints. Haruka laughs and turns to the next person she sees - you. ] Excuse me!

[ option c - morning, outside the virgo entertainment resort ]

[ If you're up at the crack of dawn, you may see someone heading for the building. But she's not looking at the door - instead, she seems to be taking stock of the windows and general layout.

She's also keeping to the shadows and looking...up. ]

Comments

[connivingbird]

[Maybe he was talking about the feathers that were tattooed on the back of his right arm? Which look really weird, almost like peacock feathers somehow were blended in with hawk feathers. He gave Ryouta a look and makes a clicking sound before starting to chew on his fingerpicks. At least they were extra stylish with several loops so that they wouldn't get tugged off by a hard bite.]

I rather be home in my nest.

[The bird references were easy enough to shrug off, but there were other slight twitches that were not. In point, the way his right hand moved, jabbing slightly at his bandmate without him looking at the guy, fingers moving like a wild animal.]

This is nice for me at this time of the morning.

[yellowcopycat]

[Ryouta sighs]

I'll buy you iced coffee, okay? Let's go to the Sweet Dreams cafe after this! I made friends with one to waiters there.

[actsmagnificent]

I'll add that to the itinerary.

[ Once they're settled in, Haruka begins to drive. She's a smooth driver, competent and confident, and manages to slip this limo into gaps in traffic that didn't look possible. ]

[connivingbird]

[Ankh snorts and settles more into his seat, shoulders hunched and arms crossed and looking a bit like a sulky child that was just told no. Behind the sulk, he was thinking. The hand acting up was one thing, but the other part of this trip being a disaster waiting to happen was that he could feel the desires pressing in on him. Some of them were normal, like the buzz of a conversation just out of hearing, but once and a while, there was a sharp pull, and he wanted to not ever react to them. It was okay when the manager wasn't around. He can sort of react, but even then, people were watching.

He can't slip up. After what had happened with Tsuna and Nia, he can't slip up.]

[yellowcopycat]

Awesome! That would be great! I'll buy you a drink too! They have great shakes and teas and coffees.

[Tentatively, Ryouta bumps shoulders with Ankh, giving him a smile]

We're going to have fun today!

What are we doing again?

[actsmagnificent]

[ Haruka holds off on responding to that for now. She knows their destination, but she also doesn't want them too aware of her presence in the limo... ]

[connivingbird]

[The shoulder bump makes Ankh snort, but seriously that's about all. He tapped his fingers against the Cores of his arm, feeling the slight heat and pull from them before stopping that to resume chewing on his fingerpicks.]

Interview with a teen pop rag about the plans for a new direction of music followed by some candid photos by them.

[He reached out to flick his fingers lightly against Kise's forehead.]

I know your brain is getting full of thoughts for the game tonight but do try to concentrate a little. I can't remember everything for you.