Caritas, Thursday Evening

[wrongkindofsith]

Cara never thought she'd miss the rainbows, but then she'd come in tonight and every tasted of turkey. Everything. Including the water.

She blamed the squirrels. Also Tino.

[Open, no OCD, SP applies]

The Park, Friday Afternoon

[smilestopscars]

On this, the most commercially hallowed day of the year, when over-stressed consumers trampled over eachother to get at various discount goods and were even less likely to notice the press of people had emptied the pockets even before they made it to the cashier, Ezra had been ordered (by Lock, and then by Ava) to go to the one place in the country where he was the least likely to steal things: Fandom Island.

Sure, maybe it also had something to do with how he hadn't been back here or anywhere near the people here for who knows how many months it had been since that thing with Dante and his brother. But Ezra was ignoring that. Clearly his friends just wanted to keep his eager hands away from people's wallets, out of the pure goodness of their hearts.

Also, of course, he'd taken a long detour through the mainland, so his pockets were heavy with things that strictly speaking didn't belong to him.

Oops?

But here he was now, by the pond in the park, throwing bits of bread out to the flamingoes while smirking at them like the superior predator that he was. (He wasn't going to do anything to them, of course. But you couldn't separate the fox from the man.)

[ooc: Open place, open post.]

The Park, Friday Evening

[battlewithstyle]

Mitsutada had been dispatched in the normal way, so arriving in a place suddenly was nothing new to him.

Arriving in a place that wasn't Japan was, however, quite new to him. He felt a little silly, dressed up in his suit and his bits of armor as if he were off to battle... because alongside his sword he was also carrying a small bundle with his other clothes and a few items he'd gathered before heading out.

This wasn't just a special expedition, it was a complete mystery! Why he was on this mission was still unclear to him. Surely Nikkari or another wakizashi was better suited. Leaving the Citadel behind, especially for what sounded like quite a long time, was not something he liked at all.

Still, he was a sword, and a sword did his master's bidding. The Saniwa had chosen him, and he would do this mission to the best of his abilities. He sat down on a bench and pulled out the stick of hanami dongo he'd packed for himself. It would lift his spirits before he went about trying to 'blend in and learn about this new place', as he'd been instructed.

[ooc: Open post, and we can say any others speak with Mitsutada before his thread with Algren.]