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[whatmuttiforgot.livejournal.com]

WHO: Momiji and OPEN to everyone
WHERE: The MAC and the streets
WHEN: From Jan. 7 thru Jan.9, state when/where in header
WARNINGS: None
SUMMARY: Trying to stop thinking so much, Momiji starts wondering around the City.
FORMAT: Starts with prose, will dissolve into whatever the other person wants




Momiji had been spending his first few days in the City trying to wrap his mind around the concept of being stuck in this new reality. It hadn’t been going well. Thinking about it left him depressed and filled with questions about the future. The silence that filled his apartment wasn’t helping. Momiji had never really been alone. Sure, the houses on Sohma estate were usually quiet, but there had still been the background hum of human life. To keep himself from dwelling on his situation, Momiji had been busy acquiring a new wardrobe and decorating his room.

But there was only so much time he could dedicate to deciding between shades of pink and by Friday, Momiji running out of things to do. Determined not to spend his weekend worrying over something he couldn’t change, he rose early and with a game plan. He was going to explore the City and get familiar with the place he’d be calling home from now on. Mentally pumping himself, Momiji pulled on a sweater and strode out the door.

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Sometime Friday afternoon, in the MAC

[nosleepinventor.livejournal.com]

Jordan burst out of the stairwell in time to almost knock him down. She bounced backward, colliding with a wall, and then came to a stop.

"Hi! Are you new around here? I haven't seen you before, so you might be. But I don't know everyone, so you might not be and I just haven't seen you before! I'm Jordan. I make things." This seems to have very little punctuation [and I hope he speaks English, or this will be even more silly]. She pauses, but before he can respond, she starts again.

"Oh! You're just the right size! I was going to make a sweater for Hank, but I was thinking of my brother, so it came out all the wrong size, but I think it would fit you and do you want a sweater?"

[And just for the sake of there being a visual, it looks kind of like this: http://www.shirtsnstuff.net/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/sweater.jpg. Only probably more colorful.]

Sometime Friday afternoon, in the MAC

[whatmuttiforgot.livejournal.com]

In his mental preparations, Momiji barely caught sight of the figure rushing towards him. Out of the reflex born of being a cursed being, he sidestepped and held up both arms in a defensive gesture. After a few seconds of mild panic,, he realize the figure was a girl and sighed in relief. That was one crisis adverted.

"Eh, hello?" He finally let out after a moment of staring at her. He tried to process what all she'd said, his limited English skills making it take a longer then necessary. "Jordan? I'm Sohma Momiji!"

And he stared at her bit longer for the mention of a sweater. "You want to give me something?" He pointed dramatically to himself, looking both delighted and confused.

Sometime Friday afternoon, in the MAC

[nosleepinventor.livejournal.com]

Jordan grinned at him and held out the sweater. "Everyone needs a sweater!" she declared. "Besides, it's January and it's cold outside, so you should be properly dressed. How long have you been here, Sohma? That's a nice name! Where are you from? I'm from California and about 25 years ago. It's really weird."

[whatmuttiforgot.livejournal.com]

He stared at the sweater, smile growing. "I can really have it? That's so nice! But wouldn't you like something in return?"

"You can call me Momiji." He paused, thinking. "Cause that's what people in America do right? Call each other by first names?" Another pause to digest what she'd said, before he finished answering. "I'm from Japan and 16. What's weird?"

[nosleepinventor.livejournal.com]

"Momiji? I guess it's no stranger than Jordan." She draped the sweater over him. "I don't need anything. I just like to make things. I make all kinds of things. And it's weird because it's 2011! And when I was at home before being brought here it was 1985! So if it were really my life, I would be 46 now! And that's just weird because I'm 19, and I can't imagine being that old!"

[whatmuttiforgot.livejournal.com]

"Thank you." He smiled, hugging the sweater. People here much nicer then Momiji had been warned for. "Are you a tailor?"

"46 really is old." He laughed. "But everyone grows up eventually. And even if the time is wrong, at least you can see the future while you're young. I mean, back home we just hit the 2000s. So I should be a lot older too."

[nosleepinventor.livejournal.com]

"Well, I guess I've been a tailor, 'cause I made Hank a 3 piece suit! I'd never made one of those before. But I'm really good at sweaters. I make all kinds of things, so if there's anything you need, I can probably make it for you." She smiled smugly, secure in her ability to make anything she really wanted to make. "And you're right! I guess it's a lot more fun to be 19 here than to be 46!"

Let's go with Friday, at around... 4ish? And somewhere in Manhattan? *vague*

[shiromadoushi]

Bakura had spent a bit more time than he had intended at the hobby shop, going over things with the owner, checking out the areas he'd never seen as just a customer, chatting about suppliers and how the transition was going. It was a totally different feel that the take over of Timeless Toys was. A much nicer one; less complicated and one in which long sessions were due to chatting and the telling of stories.

And of course, he had picked up a few things after one of the conversations had turned to his TRPG and one of the buildings he was working on.

So, bag in hand and bounce in his step, Bakura headed out towards the subway.

Friday,around 4, Manhattan

[whatmuttiforgot.livejournal.com]

Momiji was bouncing around on the streets, staring excitedly in windows of every shop he passed and doing some people watching. He may not know exactly where he was, but he was having fun. Stopping by a particularly cute window display for jewelry,he noticed a familiar looking reflection. He turned, excited, and jogged over towards the subway entrance.

"Hey, Bakura-kun!"

[shiromadoushi]

Bakura perked up at his name, turning til he spotted his new friend. "Momiji-kun! Hello!" he waved, turning to meet up with him. "Out exploring?" he guessed with a grin.

[whatmuttiforgot.livejournal.com]

Momiji grinned in response, rocking on his heels. "Hello!" He chirped. "Yeah, I wanted to look around more. I need to get familiar with this place, if I'm going to live here!"

[shiromadoushi]

"A good idea!" Bakura grinned. "Find any good places?"

[whatmuttiforgot.livejournal.com]

"I found some stuff for my apartment and some clothes." He laughed. "But that was earlier. I haven't found anything fun yet."

Sometime Saturday at a random park

[endorbeginning.livejournal.com]

At some point while wandering around a rare, green [well, it would be if it weren't January] area in the City, Momiji found himself feeling stared at. A glance up showed Aughra, in her creepy, old bag-lady looking glory.

She gave a harrumph at his notice. "Who you?" she demanded.

Saturday, park

[whatmuttiforgot.livejournal.com]

Momiji took a few moments from examining the park, just to stare at the older woman. Before long he broke into a smile. "Hello. I'm Sohma Momiji."

Re: Saturday, park

[endorbeginning.livejournal.com]

"Sohma Momiji? That one name or two? People here mostly have 2. Aughra just have one. Why have more?" Aughra looks at him suspiciously. What was he smiling for?

[whatmuttiforgot.livejournal.com]

"It's two, but you can call me Momiji! It's nice to meet you Aughra." He titled his head at the question and looked puzzled. "Eh? I don't know why we have more then one name. I guess cause there's so many people here. It helps to identify them."

[endorbeginning.livejournal.com]

She hunkered down a bit more, pulling out her eye so she could look at him closer. "Why want to identify self? Those who know, know. Who cares for others."

[whatmuttiforgot.livejournal.com]

Momiji took a step back when she took out her eye. He didn't know whether to be horrified or grossed out. He settled for something between disturbed and polite. "B-because I might meet someone new who wants to be my friend. And they'd want to know who I am."

Sometime on the 8th, in the streets

[lyingbrat.livejournal.com]

Lyra was busy buying some extra food at a grocery store. Yoite didn't seem as hungry as he normally did, but still... better safe than sorry.

[whatmuttiforgot.livejournal.com]

Momiji had done some grocery shopping earlier in the week, but after passing a couple eating ice cream his attention was diverted from his adventure. Setting eyes on the nearest grocers he popped in for a questionable amount of Ben and Jerry's. Struggling to keep hold all the containers, maybe seven was a bit much for one guy, he tried for the front counter.

[lyingbrat.livejournal.com]

Lyra glanced over at him, raising an eyebrow. While the site of a girl as young as her pushing a shopping cart was a little odd, this was odder.

"You really need all that?" she asked.

[whatmuttiforgot.livejournal.com]

Momiji lacked the sense to realize that his amount of ice cream wasn't normal. But once his sweet tooth took over he would easily lose track of a normal diet in favor of junk. Basically, he was being a normal teenage boy.

"Eh? I dunno." He tried to shrug but almost lost a container in the process. Momiji at least had the good graces to look sheepish."I just saw all the flavors and couldn't chose."

[lyingbrat.livejournal.com]

Lyra just blinked. "Oh is it for a party?" she asked. Pantalaimon peaked out from behind her legs.

"Or do you just- Well, I have a friend who has to eat a lot."

I'm not that familar with cannon, can others see Pantalaimon?

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Momiji gave her a confused look. "No. Not a party." He laughed, looking a little embarrassed. "It's just for me. I guess I can eat a lot on my own."

"I guess it's a little much."