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[tanabata]

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The bamboo leaves rustle,
shaking away in the eaves.
The stars twinkle;
Gold and silver grains of sand.

It's the seventh day of the seventh month… Tanabata!

In various locations throughout the school and outside, bamboo branches have been set up! If your character cares to investigate, they will find that there are pens and colorful sheets of paper nearby with string attached to them. There is a short explanation posted nearby to explain, and encouragement to share their own wishes.

Wishes can be simple, serious, just for fun, whatever! "I wish I had a pony." "I wish I had a girlfriend." "I hope Billy makes it out of the hospital okay." Characters are not required to sign their names, but there is a chance that someone could see them hanging something up...

You can leave their wishes on this post! Feel free to make action threads if you so desire! Just make sure to mark it as such if you're into that kind of thing.

Dream on, SBG.

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What.

New tree! More notes!

▹ "I'm desperate and looking for a girlfriend. [There is a number.] Hit me up."

▹ "I wish I could cut Pit's wings off. They're always in my way in class. He's such a jerk!"

▹ "I wish Ashley would fuck off." That was perhaps one of her own desires.

▹ "I wish Hawke would stop staring at Nephenee's ass. It's gross."

Maybe that would do. Maybe.

...Doing all of this fake wishing really bothered her. Well, it bothered a portion of her that was not very active, but she spent about 15 minutes in-between hanging notes thinking about her own wishes. Sure, that Ashley one let off some steam, but she found herself contemplating the act of writing her own biggest wish and hanging it on the tree. For crying out loud, she could make it vague! Nobody would know it was her! Besides, she wrote all of those other ones, so why would this one be any different?

Inside of a closet, Milimili's hand clumsily lifted a stubby golf pencil above a wish tag. There were a thousand things she'd have if every wish of hers were answered... The Banette wrote a couple different ideas on the tag before scratching them out, but then she grew too frustrated at the idea and ripped the paper into tiny confetti pieces.

She didn't need to hang up her stupid wish anyways.

It makes a difference, because it's supposed to be on the tree.

And I do mind you being nosy.

[Seth seems to not hear him.]

You know, I wish I could have taken back some of the choices I made too... It's just awful living a life of regret. No one understands how difficult it is sometimes to make certain choices...

[Parakarry wasn't sure what to wish for. The thing he had been wishing for months had already come true. After some think he finally wrote something down on his paper and hung it on the tree.]

I wish to always be able to face all that life will throw at me.</i<

Some of these wishes are pretty crude... but when Pit reaches out to get a glimpse of one slip in particular, he freezes up.

I wish I could cut Pit's wings off. They're always in my way in class. He's such a jerk!

They're always in my way

always in my way

He's such a jerk

His feelings pulled a flipflop of being hurt and resenting the person who would say such a thing. The nerve! ...But no matter what, it still stood that Pit felt pretty horrible after reading that wish. Did Anonymous really feel so strongly about his wings that they would remember to write it on the tree? They weren't THAT annoying, were they? They were just body parts... Chopping them off would be painful!

It's not like they served him any purpose, though.

Maybe he should write another counter-wish so that whatever power was granting these wishes wouldn't... oh, I dunno. GRANT THIS ONE?

Edited 2011-07-11 22:27 (UTC)

Yeah, so you better put that back before you get any more regrets.

[Do you see Giratina approaching you. Do you. Do you see that fist. That probably isn't a good sign.]

[He does, and he keeps smiling that smile of his.]

Are you going to do something else you might regret later?

[Instead of putting it back on the tree waaaaay over there, he calmly and politely hands it back to him.]

Do be careful, my friend.

[Oh. Oh okay. Giratina's fist is now no longer a fist, and is instead reaching for the piece of paper. Seth still gets a glare, though.]

You too.

Oh, where are my manners... I never introduced myself!

My name is Seth, what's yours?

Neph saw the tree, and, finding out what is was from Ms. Erika, decided to put a wish down. But what to wish for...

What followed was badly spelled and scrawled, but the interpretation would be something as follows:
I wish for Crimea and my family to be safe, and that I can protect my friends here.

Giovanni remembered the trees from the year before, and thought to leave a wish as he did then. Not that he believed it would come true, but what could it hurt. He thought about it for a moment, and almost wrote in Italian what popped up in his head first:
I wish I could tell Iv-
Then, realizing what he was writing, swore under his breath and crumpled it up. What nonsense. But that nonsense had been getting more pervasive in his thoughts. He wasn't sure what to make of it.

Picking up another slip of paper, he wrote a different one, both in Italian and English:
I wish for my son to become stronger and better than I.

[It is. So tempting. To just flip him off and leave. But, really, he has nothing else to do. And it's been a while since he'd actually talked to someone at the school.]

...Giratina.

Oh my, you mean [lowering his voice as if he's some big celebrity] the Giratina?

Edited 2011-07-22 02:04 (UTC)

[Oh! Yet another person at this school who actually recognized him for the god he was? Maybe he could finally get the respect he deserved.]

Of course, the Giratina. What other Giratina is there?

Well none other, it's just such a surprise to see you here and, well, [His eyes dart back to that little piece of wish paper, almost teasingly.]

well, never mind that. Surely you've got other things to worry about other than wishes.

[Giratina crosses his arms, smirking.] What? Do you really think I would give a real wish to a tree? What kind of gullible moron does that?

[He shrugs and gestures to the tree.] Plenty, apparently.

[That was as subtle of an invitation for mischief as any. Seth drifts back towards the tree and decides to pluck one off as an example, the first one on this list (http://hasprettiestmon.livejournal.com/7133.html?thread=212189#t212189). Dare you take a look, Giratina?]

Edited 2011-08-04 06:12 (UTC)

[Giratina wanders over to look at the piece of paper, and immediately makes a sound of amusement. That wasn't even a wish!]

Hm. Seems like half of these people don't even know what these trees are for.

Maybe we should so kindly inform them of that.

[He whips out his Blackberry, dials the number and then immediately places the phone (http://hasprettiestmon.livejournal.com/6097.html?thread=222673#t222673) in Giratina's hands!]

[Wait, what is- Oh. Giratina catches the phone and looks down at it as it rings. Oh..

Well, there's no way he can get himself out of this without looking like a wimp. Instead, Giratina holds the phone up to his ear and waits for whoever he was calling to pick up.]

Are they picking up?

[[continue here (http://hasprettiestmon.livejournal.com/6097.html?thread=222673#t222673)? \o/ ]]

[All Seth gets in response is the beginning of the conversation. Maybe a glare in his direction.]

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