cocktailparty | [tdm + em] i thought you were my boyfriend

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► STEP 1 | Post a comment with a character that's not in HH as if they're already in the setting; alternative version, post character who is in HH. Scenarios if you need 'em!
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[ kyoko has anterograde amnesia, which means she forgets everything she's done since her last sleep cycle every time she sleeps. that means that if you want to assume cr with her, you're free to do so for the purposes of test driving, since she's not going to remember you anyway! ]

( a, grocery store )

[ kyoko doesn't actually cook, but she does need to eat, which puts her in the grocery store in the afternoon, picking around for something easy to microwave. the shopping basket hung over her arm is otherwise pretty sparse, mostly occupied by a box of tea and a bag of sugar... and three microwave dinners, just in case. she's somewhat distracted by browsing, but shows a remarkable amount of agility dodging anyone in the lanes. levelly: ] Excuse me.

[ at the end of her trip, she always looks for a cashier, and then, out of nowhere, rolls up the cuff of her oversized sweatshirt to look at her arm, which has writing all over it. she frowns at it, and then she turns to the nearest person. ] Do you have a moment? According to my note, everything here is free. Is that... true? [ there's a glint in her eye. ]

( b, moe moe )

[ kyoko is a private detective in a sleepy neighborhood with no way of escaping. most of the residents are teenagers who want to win a national championship, which doesn't seem to leave much time for crime. which does leave more time for reading!

so it is that a young woman with white hair and a pile of drooping mori-girl clothes hanging off of her body finds herself in a goofy manga cafe reading mystery novels. she reads quickly - her table has a stack of six books in two piles, and she's clearly done with at least two. from time to time she'll get up and walk the aisles, apparently not actually looking for anything, or hunt down an employee to get more coffee.

her attempts not to fall asleep are all for naught, though. halfway through her fourth book, she slumps against the table, sluggishly continuing her reading, and she's out after fifteen pages.

you might want to be careful if you wake her up.

if no one does wake her up, of course, she'll awake on her own and spend five minutes reading the notes on her various limbs (including her thighs, hope you weren't looking!). she's still suspicious as she looks around the shop, and it takes another ten minutes before she creeps out of her table and leaves her books behind.

(she'd liked those books, too... it's kind of a shame she doesn't know that.) ]

c, wildcard )

[ whatever you'd like! kyoko always introduces herself by full name and profession (private detective), and doesn't say anything about her actual past besides explaining her condition, so feel free to let your characters know that already! ]

[He looks up from the grocery list and smile sympathetically, he couldn't imagine what it's like to always have his memories reset every time he falls asleep, the least he can do is help her out whenever he sees her.]

That's right, you only have to hand it to the register and they'll put everything in grocery bags without any hassle, Okitegami-san. [Whoops slipped just now.] Ah, I don't mean to alarm you, I'm Sugane Tachibana. We met some time before.

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[ she seems pleased by the answer, but she starts, just barely, at her name, curling her lips together. she always feel just a little exposed at times like this. but there's nothing else she can do about it, either, so she turns up a small smile instead. ] I see! Thank you, Tachibana. It's a pleasure to meet you.

[ she transfers her shopping basket from her elbow to dangle from her fingers, the cuff of her sweater dropping to cover her wrist again, and bows her shoulders enough to be polite. ] I'm afraid I don't remember you, but it seems that you know that already... A free grocery store may be the least confusing thing I've woken up to today.

[He notices the sudden change of expressions. Yeah, good going, Sugane.]

It's alright. [It's a bit troublesome, but it's probably worse on Kyoko's end.] Holly Heights is quite a confusing place to explain as a whole, but you've recently been brought here by the Landlord, like most of the citizens here.

We, uh, met recently in the monthly welcome party.

[He still hasn't really get her condition, as if something like mentioning past events would jog her memory just a bit.]

[nana's basket is filled with various packs of hot dog buns and numerous oden packages. nana blinks a few times before tilting her head to the side.]

Hmm? I think so! Otherwise I think I would be scolded for stealing food like this!

[ she laughs, and pulls her sleeve down to cover the black writing all over her forearm again as she takes in her informant. a teenage girl, short. her hair is a little silly, but cute.

that is... a lot of oden in that basket. ] Perhaps more than scolded, miss, it is against the law. [ she smiles. ] Do you like oden?

[nana does notice the writing on the other's arm. is that a way of note-taking?] Do you need a notebook to keep all the notes?

[but the mentioning of liking oden quickly get nana distracted as she smiles back.] Yep! I like it best when it's made as odenpan! Have you tried one before? It's reeeeally good!

It's more convenient this way, actually, and impossible to lose.

[ she does have to look at it every morning, after all. odenpan... the concept is pretty obvious, but she shakes her head. ] I can't say I have. You make them yourself?

Impossible to lose... [well there's no worry about paper flying off into the sky, that's for sure. but then nana slowly realizes one thing...] But won't it rub off when you take a bath?

[re: odenpan, though] Yep, I make them based off of my mom's recipe! It's her specialty!

[ He's walking around, five silly mangas in his hands, looking for a place to sit. Oh, there's one near the corner-- As he's just about to make his way there, someone bumps into him, and before he knows it, the books fall down from his arms and into the table... which a girl is sleeping on.

...Oops. ] I'm sorry, are you okay? [ He asks, quickly retrieving the books, kind of hoping that didn't wake her up, but he's rational enough to know it sure did. ]

[tdm + em] i thought you were my boyfriend

kyoko okitegami | the memorandum of kyoko okitegami

a - also assumed cr because why not

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