[identity profile] imyourking.livejournal.com
((XD Just as a note, Tamaki's piano playing tends to invoke feelings in people who hear it, especially for the first time. XD; Though that obviously isn't always the case, and by no means needs to be for the people here.))

Tamaki was skipping work sitting at the piano on coke corner, rather enjoying himself. It was a really wonderful day day out. The sun was shining, the birds would have been singing if there were any birds out, and it was nice and warm. On days like this, it was best just to be outside. It was especially wonderful to be outside playing the piano.

Tamaki, much to his shame, hadn't met as many people as he would have liked, and certainly not as many women as he would have liked.

If anyone were to come to find him, they'd find him playing Elegia. Or perhaps Sakura Kiss. Or maybe whatever song it is in the video up above, because it's not on my Ouran soundtrack as far as I can tell.

It wasn't that he was in a very sad mood, but more the fact that I'm not sure if I have any upbeat piano solos on my playlist. I'll have to check the fact that today just seemed so calm out, and he didn't want to break that calmness.
[identity profile] once-delight.livejournal.com
Delirium woke up feeling strange and lost a lot of the time. But this strangeness was a bit different, and it was happening on Valentine's Day, so she knew she had fallen in love. She picked a bouquet of weeds and flowers from next to the teacups ride (with the roots still attached), and changed her outfit to a ripped and muddy pink princess dress.

After she was certain she looked her very best, she headed out towards Main Street in search of her love.
[identity profile] astronutty.livejournal.com
There was an announcement on the bulletin board.

"COME ONE, COME ALL to a
PARTY TO REMEMBER!

MUSIC! DANCING! MARGARITAS! PIZZA!

WHERE: Star Tours, Tomorrowland
WHEN: Tonight, sundown
WHO: You, of course

RSVP not required; just bring an open mind and your dancing shoes!

-- *there are scribbles here, as if several signatures were written and then crossed out* John Crichton and I will kill you, you damn son of a"

Harvey smiled as he admired his handiwork. It'd been too long since he'd gotten out to see John's friends.

John glared from behind bars. "What the hell are you doing?" he bellowed.

"I'm making an effort to meet these nice people. After all, it doesn't do to stay cooped up in your head all day. It's unhealthy. Liable to make me a sociopath." Harvey grinned unnervingly. "And we wouldn't want that, would we?"


((As threatened, Harvey wants to party. Heh. It rhymes. Use the thread below for discussion, partying, what-not. Meet John! Meet Harvey! Meet both in the same sentence!

Also, apologies for not being around more -- both Real Emo Life and school have been kicking my ass something fierce.))
[identity profile] bwilberforce.livejournal.com
I am not a man to quail at the first sign of trouble. We Woosters came over with the Conqueror, and as such bear the noble strain of blood that is ripe for the business of conquering and the like. But d. is the better part of v., and all that, and what with this latest reversal of fortune (viz. waking up in some strange place, apparently valet-less) I think even the Conqueror himself would have said, "Bertram, my lad, take to the hills."

It really was a rummy thing… )

((Weeell, this is Bertie, from Jeeves and Wooster. It doesn’t really matter what part of it he’s from. I think he’s kind of a mix between the Wodehouse written version and the TV version. Oh, and he’s written in first person in Wodehouse, but let me know if you want me to do it in third and I’ll try that instead.))

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