Poetry Club & Karaoke Party OTA

[konpeito_aji]

Who: Nobunaga & YOU!
What: Self Defense sumo + throws, Poetry Club, and Karaoke PARTY - Post your own!
When: This weekend + last week in general
Where: Sports deck for sumo, Lounge for Poetry, Chatterbox for Karaoke
Content Warnings: Nobunaga is a disaster and you are all preemptively warned for threads. The S&M jokes for sumo are going to be plentiful, feel free to avoid. He will be a lot more contained for the others, honestly.



1. Sumo / Self-Defense Throws

Out of respect for Klaus sleeping past noon, all the training on the sports deck, is moved to the afternoons, and it's fine anyway, since Nobunaga is in time-out restricted from playing Siffleur's game too much, so he's spending less time practicing zen the fruitless art of trying to "organize" the infinite Tommy Bahamas.

"Oh, the throws I'll show
Violence is my favorite
Masochists are strong."

He will not repeat this haiku later today, he's just in a really good mood. Such a good mood.

Today Ari is getting thrown too! YAY! The O Goshi or big hip throw. But for the most part Klaus will take the worst of it by helpfully demonstrating that being smaller isn't a disadvantage.

Start a betting pool on how long Nobunaga's control holds out, because demons (even metaphorical ones!) aren't well known for their restraint.

2 Poetry Club:

The signs are back up and everywhere, but at least he has taken down the "JOIN OR DIE" it now has a slightly more friendly "beginners welcome, bring what you've memorized or make new ones!" and Nobuanga goes to great great lengths to try to drag his folding screen from his room back to the lounge. It has a haiku from Hon'ami Koetsu on it, about hawks, and also painting of hawks. He felt like sharing.

Post your own poems, join the club, etc. etc. Wonder why the knife-club weirdo is also a poetry fanatic. Yeah. Do your own thing.

3 KARAOKE OTA:

[Nobunaga has been literally practicing. You're not supposed to practice karaoke, but fuck it, NOBUNAGA DOES. And from the start of Poetry club, he's always ended it so he can make it to Karaoke. And he has PLANS.]

[He sings Hit Me Baby One More Time in his ridiculously deep bass, and does a dance. A bizarre fusion of the 16th century fan dance and Britney Spears. It is as weird as it sounds, yes.]

[He is also drinking something exceptionally fruity and colorful looking and definitely going to be a bit more enthusiastic than the last two months. He's loosened up. Come party and show off?]

Comments

1-ish

[redlightgreenlight]

Valdis is here, supervising. She's too dignified to 'throw down' with Nobunaga despite the fact that she can. Also...she's not sure she can stick to one style...or hold back enough to not hurt someone. She's still getting used to some things and missing memories come back at random, making lighthearted sport potentially unsafe.

So she's here, making sure Nobunaga doesn't go too far and notably sitting out.

3

[busball]

Klaus is definitely sitting in the audience making heart eyes the entire fucking time. He would apologize, but he's not fucking sorry about it. The dance is so cute and so weird with the music and they're just...yeah.

God. Why is he so cute?

Don't mind as they absolutely cheer at the end of the song and clap.

all the prompts <3

[astrogator]

1. Throws (closed to close CR)

[Ari's slightly nervous about today's session, because she's been warned that today she's going to be thrown, too. It's only fair. She's always trying things out on Klaus, so she doesn't mind at all if they switch things up a little - but still, it's an unfamiliar experience.

She turns up in plain Tommy Bahama trousers and a sleeveless top, her usual for exercise. At first it's fine. Almost. They have an audience. Ari likes Valdis well enough, she doesn't object, but it does mean extra pressure to get everything right. Inevitably, that can't last, and a few throws in, Ari lands heavily and awkwardly. She stands up, and rubs at her leg.]

That's going to bruise. I don't know how people do this every day. [By people she means Klaus, naturally.]

2. Poetry (Open)

[Ari likes poetry a lot more than she'll usually admit to. It wasn't a popular activity on her Tradeline ship, but it seems to be here, and it didn't take too much encouragement from Nobunaga for her to go along.

Before she begins her own contribution, she tells the group that she'll be reciting war poetry, in case anyone doesn't want to hear that sort of thing. Then she stands in front of the folding screen, because everyone likes a dramatic backdrop, and she shares a few classic poems from her sector. These aren't poems about the horrors of war. They're stirring accounts of clever, courageous, and occasionally doomed starship crews. Fighting at Breakaway. Fighting against dastardly pirates. For those who are analytical about such things, there are complex structures, patterns and rhythms not common to Earth poetry - and on one occasion she apologises for not having the accompanying sounds, because traditionally the poet would bring along props to make those. Still, it's not a bad performance, and the young lieutenant is quite pleased with it.

Find her afterwards - with comments or questions for her, or to share a poem you think she'd like, or anything else!]

3. Karaoke (Open)

[If some of the poetry shared was unusual to her, the music is downright strange! Ari can sing, but she usually only does so in a group, or on special occasions where it's called for. She's glad everyone seems to be enjoying it, but she's a little bewildered.

She'll just stay at the back, near the door. Security purposes. That's what she's telling herself.]

Poetry Club | OTA

[ss_buttcrack]

"Okay, okay," he says, sounding self-conscious about what he's got written on this paper, "How does this look?"

I shot for the moon
and ended up in the stars
far away from home

1. we stan a demon king who craves physical violence

[uncodlyawwesome]

Jeeze, this sports deck sure is busy all the time. There's always someone out here practicing with their dumb swords or their weird martial arts or running fruitless laps --

Oh hey, he's passingly familiar with both people demonstrating elaborate and painful-looking body throws! That looks... weirdly intimate for regular old sparring. His inner gossip wins out immediately; now he can't leave until he figures out what's up with that.

Besides, he doesn't have any of his usual weaponry. It might be a good idea to pick up some strife-less fighting moves, right?