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  2016-09-13 ff. School Daze
Posted by: Bob Schroeck - 09-02-2025, 07:13 AM - Forum: Stories - Replies (2)

School Daze
By Robert M. Schroeck

Franklin High School
Franklin Township, New Jersey, USA
Tuesday, September 13, 2016

Clarisse Sherrel looked up from her desk at the sound of a knock to see Samuel Franks, one of her vice principals, standing at her open door with a handful of student file folders. "What's up, Sam?" she asked.

"Something a little odd I wanted to bring to your attention," he replied as he stepped into her office. As soon as he got close enough, he handed her the folders. "We've got five new transfers."

"So? The only thing odd about that is how close to the start of the school year it is," she replied. It hadn't even been a week yet since the first day of classes for 2016-2017.

Sam gave a sort of half-smile. "No, there's a bit more than that."

She just raised an eyebrow.

"Five girls," he went on. "All Japanese, as in fresh from Japan, not just ethnically, on student visas yet. Ui Hirasawa, Azusa Nakano, Nao Okuda, Sumire Saito, and Jun Suzuki. They all have perfect fluency in English and don't require EFL[1] classes." He laughed. "Saito's originally Australian. Has the accent and everything. The others sound like they grew up here in Jersey. Anyway, they're all transferring in from an all-girls school called Sakuragaoka."

Clarisse perked up at that. "Sakuragaoka High School? I recognize that name. The new music teacher, Sawako Yamanaka, used to teach there." Frowning, she began paging through the folders. "Quite a coincidence, that."

Sam nodded. "Yeah, well, maybe not. Yamanaka is the guardian of record for three of them." Clarisse's eyebrows shot up. "Nothing formal like a fosterage, just documented requests from their parents to watch over them while they're in the States. Knowing that, it's probably not a surprise that all five girls and Yamanaka live together for all practical purposes — in the Douglass Gardens Apartments complex on Hamilton Street. What's odd is that they're in almost sequential apartments, basically starting at apartment one."

She looked up. "Taken all together, that's kind of getting into Twilight Zone territory, isn't it? Let's keep an eye on the six of them for the next few weeks."

He nodded. "I'll spread the word."


Monday, September 19, 2016

Clarisse was hip-deep in the new and completely unexpected plan to expand the high school before the start of the 2017-2018 school year. Forget about where the money had come from — the multi-million-dollar grant from the state, specifically earmarked for educational facilities, seemed to have appeared completely out of nowhere. The question gnawing at her was why the state had decided that Franklin Township suddenly needed facilities for another two to three hundred middle and high school level students above and beyond anything they expected from census data and the existing enrollments. That and why they were so insistent it had to all be done by next September.

It was enough to give her a migraine.

A familiar rap on the metal frame of her office door had her look up to see Sam standing there with three student files in his hand. "Good morning, Sam. What's up?"

He held up the folders. "Our Twilight Zone girls just got some friends."

"What?" Clarisse immediately forgot about the paperwork in front of her.

Sam tossed the folders onto the pile of papers and she quickly scanned the names on them: Hikaru Shidou, Umi Ryuuzaki, and Fuu Hououji. "More Japanese transfer students?"

He nodded with a humorless smile playing on his lips. "Three freshmen, again with the perfect English."

Clarisse picked up Shidou's folder and opened it. "All from Sakuragaoka?"

"Nope, not this time," he said, shaking his his head. "Three other schools. But, and here's the thing, they're all living..."

"At Douglass Gardens Apartments," Clarisse finished for him. "Sequential apartments again?"

Sam chuckled. "They're all in the same apartment." She just stared at him, and he held up his hands. "I am totally serious."

"Who're their guardians?" she asked as she searched through the information.

"A couple named, um, Shrohk I think it is," he replied. "Turns out they're the managers of the apartment complex. Apparently all three girls' parents know them well enough to appoint them."

She shook her head. "There's something odd going on here."

"I thought so, too, so I made a few calls and had the Sakuragaoka girls' paperwork checked," he said. "Absolutely perfect and completely aboveboard, all the way up to the State Department and INS. I suspect our new students' will be exactly the same."

Clarisse sighed and closed the folder, before gathering all three up and handing them back to Sam. "Like before, keep an eye on them. If any of them step the least bit out of line, I want to know."

He nodded. "Will do."


Wednesday, September 21, 2016

Two mornings later, Sam didn't have the chance to knock before Clarisse said, "No, don't tell me. More Japanese girls."

He snorted. "Just one this time, but you're going to want to see this. Atsuko Natsume, transferring in from a Kyouyou High School. Pretty girl, very bubbly. Again, perfect English, although her transcript is a bit less impressive than most of our other recent transfers. Again, living in Douglass Gardens — this time with her entire family, no odd guardianship arrangements." He opened the folder and pulled out a thick sheaf of papers held together with a black binder clip and handed it to her. "But this is the really interesting part."

Clarisse began flipping through it. They were medical records and doctors' letters, mostly in Japanese but with translations attached. She hadn't gotten far in before her eye was caught by the words "quadruple amputee". She frowned and went back to the beginning. "What the hell...?" she muttered. She spied a photocopy of a TSA notification card, of the kind carried by persons with significant quantities of metal implanted in their bodies. Then she came upon a set of surgical reports. She'd averted her eyes from the graphic color photographs illustrating them, but not before one phrase leapt out at her: "extensive experimental prosthetic systems". She read on for several more pages before looking back up at Sam with an expression of shock on her face. "Seriously? She's basically The Bionic Woman? How is that even possible?"

Sam shrugged. "Your guess is as good as mine. But if that's for real, then why they even let her out of Japan is beyond me — if I've read that right, she's a treasure trove of medical technology beyond anything anyone in the States thinks is even plausible."

She threw the medical paperwork back into the folder and snapped it shut before shoving it back into Sam's hands. "Take her over to Security and have them test her with a metal detector. If these records are on the level, she couldn't give a stronger positive if she were wearing a suit of armor." She shook her head. "And if she does, well, we'll just have to hope she doesn't want to join any of the sports teams, because the poor girl is a walking performance enhancement."


Friday, September 30, 2016

"More?" Clarisse asked when she spied Sam with a handful of the now-dreaded student files.

He nodded. "Just like before. Native Japanese. Absolutely perfect English with Jersey accents. Living in Douglass Gardens, in near-sequential apartments. Four girls this time: Eimi Ohba, Chisa Tsukamoto, Asahi Sakurai, and Ikumi Tachikawa. All their paperwork in absolutely perfect order."

"Any more bionic women?" Ms. Natsume (whose entire body, head to toe, had registered very strongly indeed on the metal detector) had quickly fit in (and well) to the student body — her neighbors had helped her there — and to Clarisse's relief had shown no interest in any sports or teams. (The cheer squad, though, was very interested in her.) Somehow, though, her medical details had leaked almost immediately and she had picked up both a following and the nickname "the Six-Million Dollar Girl".

"Fortunately, no. Just a band of relatively ordinary girls."

Clarisse sighed. "I'll believe that when I see it."


Monday, October 17, 2016

"Not again," Clarisse groaned when Sam showed up at her door with yet another handful of files. "And it was such a good month, too."

"Hey, it's different this time!" he said with false cheerfulness.

"How?" she demanded.

"One of them is a boy!"


Friday, August 11, 2017

Clarisse leaned back in her chair and stretched. Her first year as principal of Franklin High School was just about over, and except for all the strangeness with the students from Douglass Gardens right at the start it had been a good year. She'd even been able to navigate the bizarre circumstances around the rush-job expansion of the high school mandated (and totally funded) by the state a year earlier. She still had no idea why anyone thought it had been needed — the school was going to look like a ghost town come the start of September.

Or so she thought until Sam staggered into her office with a stack of student files easily two feet tall clutched in his arms.

"Oh, fuck no!" she yelled. "What the hell is going on with Douglass Gardens?"



  1. RMS: English as a Foreign Language.

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  Odd thoughts upon awakening
Posted by: classicdrogn - 08-22-2025, 10:02 AM - Forum: General Chatter - Replies (2)

I wonder which came first, "giddy-up" as the command for a horse to run, or "giddy" as the word for feeling excited and energetic?

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  2016-12-25: Melancholy Dreams and Dream-Coloured Sweets
Posted by: robkelk - 08-17-2025, 12:20 PM - Forum: Stories - No Replies

Melancholy Dreams and Dream-Coloured Sweets
By Rob Kelk



Chapter 1

Appartements Mont-Royal Sud, Montreal, QC, Canada
December 25, 2016



"Santa-san, I've been a good girl all year, and I'm an isekai character now. Could you give me some powers, please? The dress was nice, but I felt like a little girl playing dress-up when I wore it."

Konata Izumi sighed deeply. She'd been an isekai character for two whole days now, and she still didn't have any powers, or a boyfriend, or a quest to undertake. The lack of powers rankled her in particular; she'd seen Guru Clef at the Christmas party the previous night but she never got a chance to ask him to cast Bestow Magic on her. She'd also seen Belldandy, but Megami-sama was too busy to grant anybody a wish. Konata was certain that she'd earned one... hadn't she? She didn't consider, or even imagine, that anybody who's certain that she'd earned a divine wish probably hadn't.

And getting a boyfriend was just as fruitless as getting powers. Mind you, the only available guys in the apartment building were Shirou Emiya and Archer. Considering what it meant to be Shirou Emiya's girlfriend, she'd probably be better off chasing after Shirou Takamachi in Philadelphia instead. Even considering Shirou Takamachi was happily married and had children her age. Archer... had the same problems as Emiya.

"Who else might make a good boyfriend?" she said to herself in Japanese while standing on a footstool and looking through the kitchen cupboards in search of something to make for breakfast the next day. Grahame Bright was married to Cassiopée, her landlady, and Souichirou Kuzuki was both too old for her and engaged to Caster. Then she thought about the residence in Ottawa, a couple of hours away by train or a couple of steps away by portal. Accelerator was even more dangerous to date than Emiya was, Touma Kamijo was clueless, Rob Donaldson was way too old for her, Tuxedo Kamen was definitely spoken for no matter which version of Sailor Moon he was from, and Artemis was a talking cat. And while there were others like her in Canada, she had no desire to even speak with any of the Nerima Wrecking Crew, let alone date any of them... or to date Tenchi Masaki, either. She liked having unbroken bones. She sighed again. "There are way too many people from shonen stories in this world. Where are the people from all the shojo stories, with their crowds of hot available guys? It looks like I'll have to find a boyfriend somewhere else, maybe in the States... or somebody who isn't in on the whole 'displacee' thing." Switching to English because she thought it more appropriate for what she was about to say, she continued, "I wonder who might want a girlfriend in Canada?" She grinned at the reference, then she closed the cupboard doors. "And we don't have much to choose from for breakfast tomorrow."

That was her first quest in this new-to-her world: Discover what her apartment-mate, Miyuki Takara, wanted to eat.

Calling it a quest made her feel better about it.

Heading out to the living room, Konata said, "We don't have a lot in the kitchen, Miyuki-san. I'm making a shopping list; do you have a pref..." she trailed off when she realized her apartment-mate was crying. "Never mind food. What's wrong?"

Miyuki looked up, used a tissue to dry her eyes, and replied, "We're never going home, are we?"

"Oh, Miyuki-san, why do you think that?"

"So many of those people we met yesterday have been here for months. They haven't gone home."

Konata knew exactly what to say. As she sat down beside her roommate, she replied, "They haven't started their quests yet. All we need to do is find out what our quest is and complete it, and we'll be able to go home!"

"But those girls from Okanoue Girls' High School went on a quest to reach their home, and they're still in this world..." Miyuki forced herself to not cry again. "Also, if somebody like Guru Clef was able to give us quests, he would have been giving people their quests yesterday. I hope I'm wrong... but I think there aren't any quests for people like us. We're never going to see our families again, or Minami-san, either."

Konata realized that just because she thought she was starting the adventure of a lifetime didn't mean her friends thought that way. Miyuki was homesick. And Konata admitted to herself that her apartment-mate was right; she was beginning to miss her father and Yui-neesan and Yutaka... and her own friends. "Or Patty, or Tamura-san, or Kuroi-sensei." Konata sighed deeply as she sat down beside Miuyki on their sofa. "You might be right. But if we give up hope, we'll never know for sure. And that's why I know I have to find my quest in this world." She refused to give up hope.

"You're going to quest for a quest?" The recursive thought brought a smile to Miyuki's face.

Konata smiled just as widely; her apartment-mate wasn't crying any more. "That's the Miyuki-chan I'm used to seeing! Now I can ask: what do you want me to add to our grocery list?"

"Didn't Mme. Bright say that she was making a big meal for everyone? Maybe we should just have a light snack if we have anything at all."

"That wasn't what I meant, but you're right; Bright-san told us to bring an appetite."

"Ah." Miyuki thought for a moment, then added, "Even so, could we get something from Mlle. Tennouji's bakery and coffee shop?"

"You just want something sweet, don't you?" Konata said with a grin. "You'd better be careful that all the strawberries you eat don't go to your waist." Miyuki gasped and put her hands over her midriff to hide her figure. "Sure, we can go get some tarts or something from Tennouji-san if Patisserie Belge is..."

After a moment, Miyuki said, "I'm sure they'll be open."

Konata shook her head. "How could I have missed it? A blonde young woman named Tennouji-san working in a patisserie. Miyuki-chan, did you read Ribon while you were in junior-high?"

"I read a few issues... oh! Now I remember! What was the story called... Yumeiro Pâtissière?"

"Exactly. I'll bet you a strawberry tart that she's a displacee, just like us. Let us start our quest to find out more about our neighbours!"





"We're going next door to get a snack."

Kagami looked up from where she and Medea were setting tables for lunch. The tables had been pushed together to form a long communal-style arrangement that all fourteen of the building's residents could share. "I wouldn't if I were you. Tsukasa, Cassiopée-san, Grahame-san, and Shirou-san are all working in the kitchen, and they're all busy doing different things. I think we're going to have a lot of food in an hour or so."

"In that case," Konata replied, "we're going next door to say 'Merry Christmas' to our neighbours." Seeing Miyuki's disappointed reaction to her comment, she added, "Okay, fine, and we're getting a small snack."

"Don't say I didn't warn you."

"Oh, let them spoil their appetites," Medea said. "As Socrates said, each person is the final authority for himself. Or, in this case, herself. And the less they eat, the more there will be for the rest of us."

Konata turned to Miyuki and repeated, "A small snack." Since they immediately headed for the door, they both missed seeing Medea smile at that comment.

It took them less than a minute to reach the bakery. As they opened the shop's front door, the girl behind the counter — a brunette teen with her hair in twin buns — looked up from the cookbook she was reading and smiled. "Merry Christmas, and welcome to Patisserie Belge!"

Miyuki replied, "Merry Christmas! Two strawberry tarts and two bottles of sparkling water, please."

"I'll take two strawberry tarts, too," Konata added with a grin.

"I thought that you insisted that we get a small snack."

The girl behind the counter hid a giggle behind her hand, then said, "We only have two strawberry tarts left. We didn't make very many because we knew business would be slow today. One strawberry tart and a bottle of sparkling water each?"

"Yes, please," Miyuki replied.

Konata and Miyuki were seated at one of the patisserie's tables in less than a minute. "Thank you for the food," they said in unison, then took a bite from their tarts.

Neither of them said anything for a moment.

Miyuki was the first to speak. "Oh, my."

"Yeah," Konata added. "I didn't know that strawberries could taste like this." [1]

"Where have these been all my life?" Miyuki asked rhetorically.

Konata answered anyway. "In a different reality altogether, just like us." She turned to the girl behind the counter. "Isn't that right, Amano-san?"

And that surprised the pâtissier. "How did you know my name?"

"I read it in a manga. You are Amano Ichigo, aren't you?"

"Yes..." she said with some suspicion.

"And you found yourself here, not knowing where you were or what day it was?"

"Three and a half months ago, yes.  How do you know that?"

Miyuki replied, "Because the same thing happened to us the day before yesterday. My name is Takara Miyuki, and my friend is named Izumi Konata."

"Izumi Konata... Wait here, please." And Ichigo headed into the patisserie's back room. Switching from French to Japanese, she said, "Mari-sempai! Makoto! Vanilla! Everybody! There are other people like us here!"

"We'd better finish our snack while she's back there," Konata said just before taking another bite of her tart.

"Yes, it would be a bad idea to tell them what we did say and then leave." Miyuki replied before enjoying her own tart.

Just after the women finished their sweets, the entire staff of Patisserie Belge — two young women and three young men, that Konata and Miyuki could see — made their way out of the back of the shop. The blonde woman said, "I'm Mari Tennouji, although Ichigo says you already knew who we are. I remember seeing you yesterday evening. What's all this about being from a different reality?"

"That does sound preposterous," the blond boy added. "Oh, and I'm Makoto Kashino."

"And I'm Konata Izumi. It may sound crazy, but how else would somebody who doesn't make desserts at all know about Sweet Spirits?"

That gave the staff pause. Finally, the boy with glasses said, "You could have heard about Sweets Spirits from somebody else." He emphasized the plural 'Sweets' slightly. "And I'm Sennosuke Andou."

"Well, yes," Konata said. "And that somebody else was Natsumi Matsumoto, the mangaka who wrote Yumeiro Pâtissière. That's the story that you're all in."

"I'm inclined to believe these young ladies," the other boy said. "They do look like the characters from the Lucky Star manga."

Miyuki turned to Konata. "I thought Kazari-san said we were from an anime."

"I wouldn't be surprised if both of our stories were turned into anime," Konata replied. She turned back to the others. "And I'm guessing you're Satsuki Hanabusa, right?"

"I am, yes."

"Are your Sweets Spirits here, too?"

"You can't see them?" Ichigo asked in reply while gesturing toward what Konata and Miyuki thought was empty air.

"No, I can't. Darn it."

Miyuki mentioned, "Neither of us are pastry chefs. Why should we be able to see them?"

Konata muttered, "Because I was hoping that might have been my power here. We're isekai characters now, we should have powers."

"We don't have powers," Mari pointed out.

Konata replied, "But you do have Sweets Spirit allies."

"Well," Ichigo said, "you have perfect fluency in French. The rest of us, even your friend Takara-san, have Japanese accents."

"You do, don't you? I wonder why that is. Maybe Cassiopée-san knows why. Oh! You have to meet Cassiopée-san! Come over for lunch!"

Before the others could reply, Miyuki said, "Are you sure you should be inviting them over? Mme. Bright was planning something special."

"You heard what Kagamin said. There's going to be plenty of food."

"Still, we should bring something to help out if we're dropping in unannounced," Mari insisted.

"That sounds like we're accepting their offer," Makoto commented.

"We are. They seem to know more about what happened to us than we do." Mari turned back to Konata and Miyuki. "How many people will there be at the dinner table?"

"There were fourteen of us before Konata invited you," Miyuki replied.

Mari looked at what was left in the display case, then turned to the other pâtissiers. "Ichigo, select gâteaux moka for two dozen people. Sennosuke, put the 'closed' sign in the window, draw the blinds, and lock the front door. Makoto, make sure the ovens are turned off and the windows are closed. Satsuki, you and I will put what's left of today's stock in the refrigerators. Let's not keep our new friends waiting!"





After locking the back door behind them, the group made its way to the back door of the apartment complex.

"Bright-san?" Konata asked as she opened the door. "Can we squeeze in five more displacees for dinner?" She walked into the dining room, letting Miuyki guide their visitors behind her.

Cassiopée replied to Konata without looking up from the bottles at the dining room's bar. "Displacees are always welcome. If it were any other day, we might have had a problem, but today we should have enough food to go around. We simply won't have as much food left over for tomorrow. Five more for dinner, and since I'm making the [url="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Caribou_(drink)]cariboo[/url] right now, I'll mix an extra pitcher."

"Ten more," Medea said quietly while she and Kagami moved to add another table to the long row of tables, "and you five are the cutest eidolons I've ever seen."

"You can see us?" Honey asked in amazement.

"Of course I can," Medea replied matter-of-factly. "I am a master mage."

Cassiopée wondered why Medea appeared to be talking to empty air, but assumed there was a reason for it and didn't interfere. Instead, she turned to the displacees who she could see... and gasped in surprise. They weren't newcomers.

"Mlle. Tennouji, you're a displacee?"

"Is that what people like Mlle. Izumi and Mlle. Takara are called?"

"Maudit d'esti," Cassiopée muttered. Then she said in a more normal tone of voice, "Yes, anyone who has been displaced from their home worlds to this one is called a displacee."

Ichigo said, "We were wondering why we couldn't find any trace of St. Marie Academy. Is that because we're in another world?"

"Oh, yeah," Konata replied.

Marie said, "Then we're displacees, yes. Can you explain what that means, please?"

While she continued mixing the pitchers of drinks, Cassiopée gave Mari and the others the quick description: Something or multiple somethings had happened to put various realities at risk, some people were being displaced from their home worlds to the world that displacees had begun to call Refuge when talking amongst themselves, and various divine and infernal beings were working together to end the crisis and provide housing for the displacees while the crisis was ongoing.

At the end of it, Makoto said, "I'd think you're delusional, except that Mlle. Izumi and Mlle. Takara know who we are and we know who they are."

Konata grinned. "We can show you chapters of the manga you're in, if you want. As soon as I find copies."

Cassiopée smiled at Konata's eagerness to help out. "Or we can show you the anime that you're from, later. It's too close to the start of the Christmas feast to do that now. And before you ask the same question that Rin did, no, we won't be serving fried chicken. Where are you living? I know you've been in this world for at least a couple of weeks, and if you're close enough, we might be able to entertain you with a story from your own lives before you have to go home today."

"We've been so busy getting and keeping the shop going that we've been sleeping on bunk beds in the back room," Makoto replied. "And we've been here since... when was it, again?" He looked at what seemed to be empty air, then said, "Thank you, Chocolat. We've been here since September 10."

"Depuis le 10 septembre..." She poured herself a shot of rye whisky from the bottle that she was using to make the cariboo, drank the shot in one gulp, carefully put the empty glass onto the bar, then said, "Crisse de câlice d'esti de tabarnak de sacrament de trou viarge!"

Caramel covered her ears in dismayed shock, which showed on her face; she had always been the most innocent of the Sweets Spirits. Of course, only the other Sweets Spirits, the pâtissières, and Caster could see her. Saber, who was just walking into the room with Rin, scowled in deep displeasure at hearing her landlady taking the Sacraments in vain.

Graheme immediately came running out of the kitchen. "What's wrong?"

"Mlle. Tennouji and her friends are displacees, they've been living here since the day before we moved into the building, and nobody told me about them!"

He sighed in relief. Yes, this was a problem, but not one that rated such an extreme reaction. Quietly and calmly, he said, "Calm down, Cassie. We know now."

"Don't call me 'Cassie' in public."

"Ah, yes, sorry. Relax, dear; it's Christmas. This isn't a time to be upset."

She took a deep breath, let it out slowly, then said, "You're right." Still upset but not acting on the emotion, she turned to the pâtissières to see Sennosuke trying to comfort what she still thought was empty air. "I'm sorry that I never asked my employers about what I needed to know about all of you, I'm sorry if that caused you any inconvenience," then she addressed that spot in the air, "and I'm sorry if my language offended you."

"Oh, think nothing of it," Mari replied.

"And Caramel accepts your apology," Sennosuke added.

Mari continued, "And we hope that you don't mind that we've been sleeping in the back of the shop for the last three months."

"That's something that I can do something about," Cassiopée said, eager to make amends for something that was never under her control. "We have empty furnished apartments above your shop, complete with bedrooms enough for each of you and good-sized bath tubs in the bathrooms. And I'll let you have the first month for free as an apology for you not already living there, if you want to move in."

Ichigo smiled widely. "You have a bath tub?! I've had to make do with showers since we got here!" The brunette turned to her blonde companion. "Mari, they have a bath tub. And we can have bedrooms of our own instead of sharing a bunk bed. And..."

Mari held up one hand in a "stop" gesture. "Ichigo, she had me at 'bath tub'." She turned to Cassiopée as she lowered her hand. "Throw in a bottle of bubble bath and you have a deal."

"I think I can see my way to do that," Cassiopée said with a smile as she offered her hand to Mari. "It's a bit late, but welcome to Appartements Mont-Royal Sud."

"Please take care of us," Mari replied as she shook Cassiopée's hand.

"We're planning on buying basic wardrobes and household sundries for the ladies from Ryouou tomorrow," Cassiopée told her new residents. "You're welcome to join us, should there be anything you'd prefer we buy for you."

"Thank you for the offer, but we do have to work in the shop tomorrow," Makoto pointed out

Mari smiled. "It's Christmas break at McGill and the local offices. Business is slow right now and should remain slow until the new year, unless we get orders to be filled on New Year's Eve. We'll take turns taking time off to go shopping for clothes and household goods. Makoto, since you just volunteered, you, Satsuki, and Sennosuke can keep the shop running tomorrow while Ichigo and I join Mlle. Izumi and Mlle. Takara at the stores."

"My sister and I will be shopping with you, too. I'm Hiiragi Kagami; happy to meet you."

"Tennouji Mari. I'm pleased to meet you, Mlle. Hiiragi." Mari turned back to her co-workers. "And the Mlles. Hiiragi as well."

Grahame smiled and commented, "That's probably for the best. You ladies go have fun shopping tomorrow with my wife; I'll take the young men shopping on the 27th. Now, I do have to get back to the kitchen. Give us another half-hour or so before sitting down."






  1. RK: This is canon for Yumeiro Pâtissière, and it's also true in the real world. Wood strawberries are subtly different from other strawberries. Should you want to taste-test for yourself (and I recommend you do), the French company Bonne Maman makes both strawberry jam and wood strawberry jam. RMS:  Count yourself lucky if you can find their wood strawberry jam.  It doesn't seem to be available in my area. RK: Then I'd best provide links, at least to their Canadian website: Strawberry jam and Strawberry and Wood Strawberry Spread.

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  Fic Update: The 59-Thread Rule
Posted by: Mamorien - 08-15-2025, 03:26 PM - Forum: Other People's Fanfiction - Replies (58)

We kind've slipped into extra innings there. Anyway, here's Wonderwall Threads of Destiny (the other OEX meat).

https://www.royalroad.com/fiction/21188/...67-revelry

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  Simulacrum: Giant duck (Moby Duck by The Longest Johns)
Posted by: classicdrogn - 08-14-2025, 12:13 AM - Forum: The Game Everyone Loves To Play - No Replies


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Effect: Summons a waterfowl of unusual size to batter and bedevil Doug's opponents

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  Dougness Squared: Stealth is Optional by Dominik Witka
Posted by: classicdrogn - 08-12-2025, 05:04 AM - Forum: The Game Everyone Loves To Play - No Replies



There's doing things the quiet way, then there's doing them the Doug way... and then, sometimes, you want to really draw attention and drive enemies into a frothing rage. This song works like a video game Enrage taunt, immediately drawing the attention of any hostile beings within LoS/hearing range and provoling them to attack him. It also super-charges his chaos field effect with a bias toward action-movie set effects like onjects that should be reasonably sturdy breaking or crumpling under impact like sugar-glass and cardboard, reduced damage from falls and collisions, or random patches of fire and explosions, which somehow utterly fail to burst eardrums, throw shrapnel around, raise the local temperature to unendurable levels, or spread out of control.

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  Simulacrum: Jewish grandma (Oi! It's so Humid! by 2 Live Jews)
Posted by: classicdrogn - 08-12-2025, 02:32 AM - Forum: The Game Everyone Loves To Play - No Replies


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Effect: Summons a simlacrum of an elderly but relatively spry woman named Myrtle, with all the powers and abilities of an iconic Jewish Grandma (baking and cooking, gossip gathering, cheek-pinching, guilt trips, etc.) plus an effect that fills Doug's AoE with cool air for the duration. Somehow, despite only being a two minute song and seeming to move at grandma speed, she is able to complete any single kitchen task, gossip session, or a guilt trip lecture that feels like it lasts for hours within the duration, though as long as you're on her good side she's quite the sweetheart and all you have to fear is a broken diet and perhaps a few pointed questions about your romantic status.

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  Removal, Removal.
Posted by: Mamorien - 08-04-2025, 10:23 PM - Forum: General Chatter - No Replies

Remember when you could see that headline on the old-fashioned hamburger tables? Not far from the adverts of Ely's Cream Balm ("A particle is inserted into each nostril and is agreeable"), as I recall.

Since my dad's passing, my mom has been trying desperately to get moved out of the apartment where he lived his final years (and spent his final weeks) and back into the townhouse where we'd dwelt since 2004 (and where I was still spending my nights). Over the last few days, with help from a handyman of her acquaintance, we've been making it happen. Tonight is the second night Mom will be sleeping over here (the first having been a test last week); last night was her last night in the apartment, if all go as planned.

We expect to have everything moved out of there by Wednesday, which is also the day the townhouse's Brightspeed connection will be turned off. Thursday morning was a hot flashback, Xfinity will be dropping by to transfer the connection from the apartment, hopefully with the expedience they promise in their adverts. If you can't contact me any time from Wednesday afternoon to about Thursday lunchtime, that's why. As always, the Mgt. apologizes for any convenience this may cause.

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  Am I the Only One Seeing This?
Posted by: Bob Schroeck - 07-26-2025, 11:05 AM - Forum: General Chatter - Replies (2)

I just noticed that if I use Google Maps on a location in Tokyo (and maybe the rest of Japan, I haven't checked), the little yellow Streetview guy down in the corner is replaced by what appears to be a catgirl in a meido costume:


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  (simulacrum: Eye of Sauron) Eye in the Sky by The Alan Parsons Project
Posted by: classicdrogn - 07-24-2025, 07:35 AM - Forum: The Game Everyone Loves To Play - Replies (2)


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effect: Doug forms a giant floating eyeball out of fire (at minimum) at the top of his AoE dome, or at the top of the tallest structure inside it (such as a building, tree, or mountain he's standing on/beside or within) whichever is taller. This precludes using it inside any kind of enclosed space, obviously, but at least he can always see where he is and what's outside.

The eye can project a beam of fiery-orange light that cuts through any form of fog, illusion, invisibility, etc. unless backed up by more magical power than Doug can bring to bear, which, just as a reminder, can be measured with several kilograms in the m of E=mc^2 at least, and also has just plain phenomenal optical resolution rivaling many astronomical observatories. The problem of air currents and refraction also magically removed if he's using the spotlight beam at the same time.

Subjects caught in the spotlight may also be subject to having their surface thoughts read, enough for a significant combat penalty (on top of any morale penalty that may apply) and being nearly impossible to lie or pull off any form of deception, again unless backed by more raw power than Doug can put into seeing through it or enough skill to make up the difference. A god with Lies or Trickery in their portfolio might pull it off, anyone else is probably SOL.

Not actually a simulacrum of the Eye of Sauron from his world-hopping, and may predate his getting sent on the Walk depending on authorial whim and story needs. Doug has read the books, possibly seen the films, and his power seized onto it as a thematic fitting the song.

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