when we were young

[wavesoakedlegs]

Who: The crew of the Koumyou.
Where: Aboard the ship, at sea.
When: 15-18th May
What: The clock has been turned back and years lost. Who will take care of the ship now?
Warnings: None, as it stands!
Style: Any.
Status: Closed, unless anyone wants in via nav.

Add headings in each new thread as necessary, crewmates! The ship is currently at anchor. If anyone wants to attempt to sail right now, they can try, but it may be... difficult.

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May 15th - Bitty Haruka

[my_lost_heart]

[Waking up in a place she didn't recognize was bad enough but being without her grandma was the worst. It was so unusual for them not to have sat down to breakfast by now... Haruka could already feel anxiety welling up inside of her. Sliding out of bed, she paused momentarily, wondering if she'd made too much noise... straining to hear any foreign footsteps.

There was nothing.

At first.

She carefully left her quarters, softly closing the door behind her before sneaking down the corridor. It wasn't long before she heard something or someone nearby.......

Freezing she let out a squeak of surprise and ducked into the nearest doorway... not knowing if the room would be occupied or not or just a broom closet.]

[behisstrength]

[The room she ducks into is occupied.

Cursed back to his teenage years, a slender and more effeminate Motochika is in the process of re-tying up his long hair, and startled by her entrance, drops his ponytail, spilling it loose again. It's his fault for being so distracted that a little girl catches him off guard, but what is she doing here? It's bad enough that he isn't sure what's going on without bringing young children into it.

Motochika crouches down to her level, resting his forearms on his thighs.]

What is your name, little one? Is your father or brother aboard?

[Not that he has seen any sailors yet, or even anyone other than Mitsuhide and now this girl.]

[thepurpleway]

[It's definitely not a broom closet!

Gakupo is strumming on his shamisen when she comes in. A plucks a few more notes, comically slow due to her sudden presence, before just blinking at her.

He doesn't remember a young girl aboard their ship...but she does look familiar.]

Ah...may I help you?

[my_lost_heart]

[Oh dear!]

[It doesn’t take long to realize her error, little Haruka’s eyes fixated first on the boy... but her gaze slipped down to the instrument. Even at this young age she had a liking for music. He might not have been playing much.. but even those few notes helped keep her from going into a full on panic mode.]

Ah- no! I’m f-f-fine.. [She shied away from him, backing up a few paces]

Where.. are we? Who are you?

[thepurpleway]

[She...looks eerily like Haruka.

Gakupo shifts in his seat, but doesn't move more than that. She seems pretty scared, and probably rightfully so.]

You're on a ship, and I'm Gakupo. Where did you come from?

[my_lost_heart]

[It's a relief when he stays put. It means she doesn't have to back up any farther... yet]

Gakupo.. [She repeated thoughtfully] I was picking flowers in gramma's garden but I fell asleep. When I woke up I was here. Is... grandma here too?