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Setting: Somewhere in rural Japan

[ACTION]

As Kanako walks back towards the gate to Gensokyo (she cannot fly freely here in the outside world anymore, not with such a lack of faith), she wonders whether the laptop she is carrying in her arms is invisible to possible onlookers along with her, or whether the machine appears to be floating in midair. Kanako has come to terms with her invisibility in this world a long time ago, so the wistful pang that the thought of it brings her is mild and bearable; after all, she and her shrine have long since abandoned the world of humans for the world of youkai, and gods such as her can only be seen by those who believe. One door opens, another closes. Such is life.

Already anticipating the reactions of the kappa to her offering, Kanako strides along with a wry smile. She doesn't even consider that she might be watched - after all, who in this land could see her now?

((um hi everyone I'm a new guy, if I'm doing something wrong let me know! this wouldn't let me tag canon: touhou for some reason))

((also this is the last thing I'm doing before going to bed, so I won't respond right away))
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[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.]
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