Settings listed by entry. Canon is Forest of Drizzling Rain.

[gemuinemanagement]

[A: a village in the middle of nowhere, Japan]
[For whatever reason, you're in Azaka Village, a peaceful place with a large museum devoted to its history that nobody ever seems to go to. And for whatever reason - curiosity, losing track of time, an inability to play by the rules - you're exploring the museum after closing hours.

It doesn't take long before you realize that there is somebody in the museum with you, and now you're face to face with him. A man in all black, with a bright, gleaming sword has cornered you in one of the rooms. He advances upon you, holding the sword with one hand and with the other...

...pulling out a paper memo and pushing it in your face.]

The museum is closed

[B: slice of life jamjar]
[You've been sorted into a family with this guy who communicates with you largely by post-it notes and organizes and cleans things as a hobby. Since he's university age, he's been sorted as the father of the household.

So, as the father, he's going to try to fulfill his duties and cook something.

You wake up to the smell of burnt something. It's not clear what it was that was burnt, even if you go have a look at him glowering at the stove. There was food, and then it burnt beyond recognition.]

Comments

B!

[oneirism]

[And since Lapis is in her twenties, she's been assigned as the mother. Not that she knows exactly what to do, being raised by your grandmother who only taught her mostly about ghost hunting and her sister, but she can try. Though waking up to the smell of burnt food was not what she was expecting, and she can only toddle into the kitchen with a curious look. Or something vaguely curious considering how flat her expression always is.

When she walks into the kitchen, she can only glance between him and the stove, before going to approach the stove to examine the damage.]

... What were you trying to make?

A

[domeinion]

*Alice pouts.*

Come on! It can't be that bad if I'm just looking. Well, nothing can be worse than those hours in the basement of the Game Corner with the loudspeaker talking about potatoes. I'm studying!