Tales of the Floating World

[ex_fatalist246]

[A fifteen-year-old boy appears on the Plane, adjusts his glasses, and utters the eloquent and verbose:]

Hm.

[He is clearly not too disturbed]

[Then, he goes completely still, as if suddenly noticing something. It's a long moment before he regains his composure]

[When he does, he starts walking to the ballroom, naturally attracted to the closest thing to art on the Plane]

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[dritte-tochter.livejournal.com]

[and here is another piece of art, watching you curiously]

[lovethepossum.livejournal.com]

[Guess who is examining the ballroom? Ooh shiny] Hallo there! Nice place isn't it? Pretty, not that I like dancing or anything but still, pretty buildings deserve to be called pretty, it's only nice after all.

[ex_fatalist246]

[living artwork? Satoshi is so in]

[He turns to look at Suiseiseki, looking at her like a professional art critic might]

[ex_fatalist246]

[Satoshi inclines his head just slightly in a nod]

Art seeks admiration.

[lovethepossum.livejournal.com]

It does! And it should be admired, especially if it's good since it takes so much effort... Though I don't really know what is good, apart from possums that is, I suppose buildings are pretty, especially castles! Paintings too, sculptures? Everything is pretty in its own way, usually, as long as it isn't sport.

[ex_fatalist246]

[Satoshi fully expects her to keep talking as he walks further into the ballroom, examining the architecture and the decorations]

[lovethepossum.livejournal.com]

[She shall live up to expectations!] Sports are horrible after all, all sweaty, and tiring, and they don't look good either... I mean, horses are nice, I'd like them more if they weren't terrified of me, but other stuff? It's awful, very ugly and that isn't good.

[ex_fatalist246]

Fencing?

[What does he even mean by that? Perhaps, since it's the only physical exercise he partakes of that could be called a 'sport,' he wants to know her opinion on the subject. Perhaps he just finds it beautiful and wants to know if she concurs. Maybe he just felt like saying the word]

[What's important is that he's still examining the decorations of the ballroom, now slowly wandering through the rooms]

[lovethepossum.livejournal.com]

[She'll be drifting after him, and blinking] ...Wha? I suppose it's nice enough, for keeping cows in I mean, kinda pretty really, especially the white ones although not many are white since cows are all messy, they'd jsut ruin them, teh fences [She might've missed the point of that]

[ex_fatalist246]

[Satoshi doesn't say anything in reply; he's examining one of the paintings on the wall. There is a slight hint of distaste in his expression, but the less observant would likely miss it]

[lovethepossum.livejournal.com]

[Cally's observance is somewhere around the level of a rock, so, no] I mean, I like cows though, they just don't like me, which is kinda mean but you can't blame them really, everything hates the possibility of being a zombie which is rather logical when you think of it, but everything seems to hate me... Except possums, do you like possums? I like possums.

[ex_fatalist246]

[he looks back at her, no expression on his face]

I've never met a possum.

[lovethepossum.livejournal.com]

[This is Cally's horrified face] Never? How? Possums are everywhere, you're deprived, I can go get one if you like? I think I can bring 'em here, I wonder if they'd like it...

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

{Yay someone noticed her ballroom! So Diva is inside, cleaning, and singing a French aria (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fwo4-RaIk3o) as she works}

[dritte-tochter.livejournal.com]

[watches him warily because what kind of look is that, really?]

[ex_fatalist246]

I don't recognize you.

[translation: you're not Hikari art, so what the hell are you?]

[ex_fatalist246]

I live in Japan.

[he answers the only part of her ramble that he really can]

[ex_fatalist246]

[If Satoshi didn't know better, he might've thought Diva an artwork, too]

[he stops at the entrance to the room she is, leaning against the door and observing her]

[dritte-tochter.livejournal.com]

W-well I don't recognise you either, desu!

[translation: That was quite rude]

[ex_fatalist246]

[he actually realizes this, and so he speaks more gently]

I'm sorry. You look like someone I should know.

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

{She is sweeping, which is like the only chore she is actually good at, since it doesn't involve technology or buttons or new-fangled inventions. Pretty much. But she comes to the instrumental part and hums it, turning with the broom to see Satoshi.

So she smiles!}

Oh, I didn't hear you come in. Ne, I haven't seen you here before, though.

[dritte-tochter.livejournal.com]

I do? [unruffles a little, coming closer] Do you know other Rozen Maidens, desu?

[ex_fatalist246]

[he shakes his head, crouching down to be on level with her] Is that the series you're from?

[ex_fatalist246]

[he doesn't move from where he stands or respond to her smile, though he does take it as probably a good sign]

I just arrived.

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

Oh, really? Usually people don't come to my ballroom at all, much less right after they've arrived! They're usually too worried about falling or the stars, something like that.