The Boards, Sunday afternoon

[sharp_as_knives]

It hadn't been hard to find the place, since the address was on the invitation. It seemed to be some kind of theater, though, and once they got there…

Hannibal shrugged. "Do we just go in?"( Do we just go in? )

[OOC: The wedding isn't happening, but anyone who has an invitation, hears the party, or is just wandering curiously is welcome to stop by for the party! If you do still have your memory, please DO NOT remind the grooms who they are. Please wait for OCD. OCD is up!]

The Park, Sunday Midday

[living_endless]

The girl had no idea who she was or where she was, and somehow that was all right. She'd wasted the previous day with a long ramble along the beach gathering shells. It was morning again now, and she had a park, some stale bread for the ducks, and a bench to perch on.

She felt a nagging sense there was some important duty she was neglecting, some echo of a memory telling her this was not all right. She tossed another crust of bread at a fat duck and watched the flamingo try to intercept it, and decided she didn't care in the slightest.

[OOC: Open park/post!]

Caritas- Sunday

[solo_sword]

Since yesterday she'd been going by Angie (thanks, Fred) but according to the radio thing that talked about what everyone did (????) she was Jaina, and she still hadn't found anything to confirm that. All she knew was that she was still clueless about what was going on or who she was and she had no idea when that would be going away.

So, drinking! She'd found the bar and the guy behind it had let her just have a glass and the bottle, and really she should have thought to ask him her name.

Alas.

[Open bar! Mod Tino, but up if people still want to play.]

Community Center Class: International Cuisine, Monday evening

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal nodded to everyone as they showed up; he was perfectly put together, but those who knew him well enough might detect a hint of stress around his eyes. It was partly the remnants of a hangover from the party yesterday, and partly...well. There went another wedding.

"Good evening," he said once everyone who was going to show up had. "Luckily I made our reservations prior to the weekend, so we're set for dinner tonight. Our portal will actually be taking us back about half a day, because our destination is far across the world from our current location." He paused. "Or our usual location; I have no idea where the island has us now."

He shook it off and continued. "Japan's culture has endured for longer than many, and some of its culinary traditions can be traced back thousands of years. Rice and seafood are both very prevalent, as Japan is an island nation. Tonight we will be dining at Mikawa Zezankyo, a restaurant that serves tempura - seafood and vegetables, deep fried. Specifically, this one serves food in the style called Edomae tempura - tempura in the style of the Edo period, approximately one hundred fifty years ago. The chef uses traditional ingredients and techniques that would not have been out of place then."

The portal opened and he ushered everyone through to a small, mostly residential street, where they stood outside an unassuming door. "Chef Tetsuya Saotome prepares all the food himself, and he'll be standing in front of you; if you have any questions, I will be pleased to pass them on," he told them. "Neither the chef nor his assistants speak English. I will also demonstrate the use of chopsticks to those of you who've never used them; anyone else who's familiar, please help those who aren't. And when we enter, please remove your shoes and leave them by the door; it's both tradition and proper etiquette."

He looked around for questions, then led them into the restaurant.