Week 7

[vellamods]

WEEK 7 LOG ♬
Weather: All Week - Clear Skies

A New Week

It’s the week of the event, and now’s your chance for any last-minute preparations! The entertainment area is coming along just fine with the new chairs and decorations and the lineup of musicians ready to put on a concert for everyone. A concert is the perfect way to get someone like K.K. Slider’s attention, surely! Furthermore, with a library underway, the bottom left hand area of the island is coming along nicely.

Tom Nook’s announcements are all about the event, too. You have a big weekend coming up, after all!

“Hello, everyone! Thank you all for your hard work with the event these past few weeks. We’re not done yet, but I’ve gone ahead and copied all of the flyers. Orville is helping me mail them all out to residents all over, so we’ll hopefully have a great turnout to the Isle Sonrisa concert this weekend! Now…

“For more preparations, I’d urge you to consider food for the event as well. Perhaps today may be too early to start preparing anything, but as K.K. Slider will be here on the 15th, maybe Friday evening would be a good time to do so. Oh-! Speaking of food…”

Tom Nook will turn towards Ren with a smile on his face. “I went ahead and added a few little bits to Cafe Leblanc. I thought it might be a popular spot this weekend, so I went ahead and added more tables and chairs for people and added some wooden plank flooring for you! Yes, yes -- er, if you’d rather me take away these changes, I can do so, but I hope you do enjoy them.”

Then, he’ll turn back towards the rest of the group: “Ah, the only other thing I have for you is a little Q&A for our island residents! I thought that our visitors would enjoy getting to know those responsible for putting on such a fantastic event and creating such a nice island. Normally I’d ask you to write it on a piece of paper, but… I thought it’d be fun to do this over messaging so you can all learn more about one another, too! Assuming you all don’t know enough about one another already… Of course, if you’d rather it be private, then you can submit it to me personally in writing.

“I’ve sent the questionnaire to each of you in a group chat. Please give me your answers as soon as possible.”

The questionnaire is as follows:
What would you do with 10 Million Bells?
What do you like most about Isle Sonrisa?
If you could describe all of your fellow islanders (as a group) in one word, what would it be?
Name one of your favorite Isle Sonrisa memories.
Is there anything you want to say to all of your other islanders?

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For anyone checking the bulletin board, there are a couple of requests, just like when Snake asked you all for items! One is from Raymond:

As much as I love soaking in the nature of this beautiful island, I’m missing something in my own home... office supplies. Can you guys do me a favor? I really need some things that give my home a more office-y feel. A guy has to surround himself with things he feels comfortable with, you know?

I don’t like to think of myself as too picky, so anything that would be at home in an office is good for me. Printers! Plants! Fax machines! Coffee makers! The sky is the limit... I think.

Another is from Audie!

Hey, island friends! It’s Audie! I’m a fashionable gal, and I could really use some spiffy new items to totes bring some excitement to my wardrobe! And my home! Dresses, hats, bags, socks and shoes, and furniture... whatever it is, if you think it’s stylish, I TOTALLY would love to take it off your hands! Just make sure it’s fun and fashionable, okay?

Thanks bunches!

Possible Objectives

1. Fill out the questionnaire
2. Do the quests for Raymond and Audie
3. Any other last minute event preparations



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Comments

[conceptualize]

closed to minato

[ Because I totally forgot, let's say Laurent invited Minato to specifically come over to house 8 on this particular day for that hagakure ramen that he requested. He's had to prepare so much that if Minato actually doesn't come, he thought about giving away the food to other people.

But he knew Minato would come anyway. It's what he wanted, and he suspects ramen is his favorite food.

There's a little log table and log benches as always. He makes it look like a picnic area like next to the window of his room. He has several pots full of broth, a container full of noodles, and the toppings Minato mentioned off to the side. There are two bowls of each sample.

Smells really good. If you drool, you're gonna have to clean that up. ]


open

[ After eating with Minato, Laurent goes to check out the performance theater and plays a song on the piano here and there to check out the acoustics of the area. He deems it okay and if you're passing by or curious to see him yourself, he'll call out to you: ]

What kind of piece would amaze you right off the bat upon hearing it? Or would you like to play it with me on another instrument?

theatre

[sugooooooooi]

I dunno! Is this to try and impress K.K. Slider-san?

[conceptualize]

Yeah. I was wondering what kind of song would impress a famous musician.

[ Laurent hits a few keys on the piano, but stops. ]

I don't compose, so it'll probably have to be a cover of something already made.

[sugooooooooi]

Try using a song from your home! You know some of those, right? And maybe he hasn't heard it, either!

[conceptualize]

There seems to be a lot of common songs across all these places we come from, so I wonder if they're heard here too.

[ Though, from listening from the radio often, he doesn't really think so. ]

Maybe something emotional... something that could inspire someone. Do you know any songs, Serval?

[sugooooooooi]

Uh-huh! Not really well, but I could probably do some PPP songs.

[conceptualize]

What does it sound like? Can you hum a tune or something similar?

[ How about-- ]

What about using the frying pan?

[ Yeah, Minato told him about it. ]

[pinkmacaron]

Oh!

{Sonico was around to do the same thing, bringing her microphone and amp to try it out.]

What are you good at?

[conceptualize]

Just playing the piano. Not really good at anything else aside from appreciating music.

[ lol

Though Laurent looks pretty confident anyway. ]

I can follow along if you give me a tune.

[pinkmacaron]

In that case....

[Sonico clears her throat, and starts humming!]

[conceptualize]

[ Laurent listens to Sonico's humming and starts playing the piano once he feels that he understands the rhythm and flow of the song. He seems to be doing well, except for those one second lags when he found the beat there unexpectedly, but it's mostly fine.

Hit it, Sonico. ]

[pinkmacaron]

[Sonico is so happy! She sets up her stuff and starts singing. It's a slow pop song that she knows it's old, but she loves it. Her grandma used to play it for her all the time.]

[conceptualize]

[ Aw... When the lyrics are added with her singing, Laurent tries to reflect the tone and mood of the song by adding some more emotion here and there while playing the notes on the piano. ]

[compendiem]

[ Minato's careful not to drool, because it would get into the soup and dilute it. But his mouth hangs open slightly anyways as he arrives at the table, thinking there might be three or four little bowls with slightly more salt in one bowl, some chicken cut up into another, little things like that. Not entire POTS, why... ]

How long did all of this take...

[ Ramen should be eaten fresh: it's the one lesson he learned from school, and he goes ahead and slides down the length of the bench so Laurent can sit next to him. ]

[conceptualize]

The preparation? Just several hours.

[ ... He won't tell Minato the actual prep time, especially with how much effort he spent into making the noodles. Either way, he sits down next to Minato. The first one up is with salt broth! It's very light. There are even some cut lemons on a plate off to the side on the table to help with the smell. ]

Though I'm pretty confident that you can down all this anyway.

[ He won't forget the spicy ramen competition... ]

[compendiem]

[ Why are you making your own noodles when they already come dehydrated in a cup!!! Several hours is already too long to fathom without knowing the truth. ]

Mm. Just woke up from a week long hibernation, so I'm pretty hungry. Gotta stock up for the next round, too.

[ Which will take place right after this meal. He picks up a lemon slice and chomps on it like an orange. Sour things are supposed to stimulate the appetite or something, maybe. ]

[conceptualize]

[ Laurent blinks once while staring at Minato bite into the lemon and... he puts another slice on that plate. Anyway, there are chopsticks for them to use. ]

A literal food coma... Let me know if it isn't to your tastes or if it tastes off.

[ Since Laurent doesn't know what hagakure ramen actually tastes like... He starts eating. ]

[compendiem]

[ He nods and starts eating. It's much like during that spicy ramen contest: watching Minato eat is very boring. He doesn't react, good or bad, and doesn't talk either- eating out with friends always consisted of him eating and listening and letting the other person talk and waiting for the right moment when they're distracted so he can reach over and snipe their egg. He has his eye on Laurent's too.

Two bowls go by with zero comment, the same with the third. ]

[conceptualize]

[ And here is Laurent, pretending to be distracted enough so that Minato has ample time snatching the egg whenever he wants. Though it looks like he's enjoying himself and that's what matters. Laurent is also on the side of the listener in a group conversation, but he doesn't find it awkward. ]

No commentary? Or should I try to find hidden messages in the way your wings and tail move?

[afterword]

[ Dokja comes to a land near the piano as he drops from the sky with a light step. His wings flare out for a moment to shake the feeling of having flew around for a while before folding against his back. ]

I think a piece that you feel best represents you would be amazing. [ An elbow drops onto the length of the piano, cheek settling in his palm as ears flicker forward despite the curved horns atop his head. ]

[conceptualize]

[ Despite being the one who usually looks after Minato, he's not used to people dropping out of the sky like that, but Laurent isn't startled. He looks a little surprised, and looks over at Dokja. ]

That sounds like a rather tall order for someone like me.

[afterword]

[ To be fair, Dokja hasn't exactly done any flying until this week. Mostly to check everything seems to be going smoothly- flying wise. ]

You think so? I think even a favorite should be fine.

[conceptualize]

[ Laurent has a small, wry smile. A favorite... favorites are so difficult to pick out for someone like him. Laurent, a man of mysteries, a person who reads people like a book, is unknown to even himself. Regardless, he stares at where the sheet music should be (there aren't any) and rather than a favorite, he goes through memories through his head and replays them in his mind as he plays this. It has a soft beginning, eventually gets louder with some dramatic chords, and quietens down until it fades out. The emotions that are conveyed are like an unfolding story: a fateful meeting in the beginning, the hurdles of life with hardship, a quiet break, a heavy event breaks out, separation...

Something along those lines. Perhaps they're like the words that Laurent doesn't want to let out into the air. ]

[afterword]

[ Dokja stays quiet as he listens, a shuffle of his wings now and then but nothing sounds other than the hush of soft feathers of black. His head lingers in his palm, only perking as the music journeys on. An unnamed Fable starts to quietly sing but words are so soft it's hard to distinguish what is being said.

Once the song comes to a fade does he break the now silence with a voice of curiosity. ] Would you say that's your favorite? Or "you"?

[conceptualize]

[ There are several seconds of silence after Dokja asks that, but it's not because Laurent is thinking what he should call it--rather, he debates whether he wants to say it out loud or keep it in his head forever. ]

Would it be too pretentious if I said it was like a me in the past?