隅田川花火大会 SUMIDAGAWA FIREWORKS FESTIVAL

[tokyodisa]

Who: Everybody!
What: Tokyo Day Three: fireworks festival
When: Thursday, 18/July -- evening
Where: Hotel or Sumida
Rating: pretty

Tonight, in the sky, there are fireworks.

You can see them from the hotel window, but for a better look -- so suggests the helpful concierge at the desk -- you'll want to head to Sumida, where locals and tourists alike gather on the edge of the Sumida River.

[ Watch fireworks from the hotel | Watch fireworks from Sumida ]

[Technically the festival is supposed to happen on the last Saturday of July, but whatever! It's Paradisa. For more information on the festival please visit here, and you can watch YouTube videos here.]

Comments

[samson]

[This is kind of way too crowded and loud, but whatever. Brock has been going out of his mind just going bar hopping -- he doesn't do idle very well, so unless he wanted to fill his hotel room with bonsai trees for the rest of the week (or however long this was going to last), he was going to have to make do.

At least the locals are giving him a wide berth as he picks his way through the crowd toward the food vendors. The advantages of being huge.]

[mal_addict]

[Maladict is certainly not huge, and her new found humanity is working against her. She can't even just pick people up to move them, or give them a flash of fang to send them scuttling on their way. Gods, she hates this.

It's hard to miss Brock in a crowd, and so she heads off in his direction, having to jog a little to catch up. When did she get so slow? Eventually, she makes it next to him, trying to settle into a more casual stroll but not quite managing it. It's a lot easier to do this when she's slowing herself down for HIM]

Hey.

[samson]

[Excuse you, humanity is just fine! Great, even. Brock certainly didn't mind it.

Seeing Maladict not all pale and creepy is always something that takes a moment to get used to, but Brock glances over sidelong once he hears her.]

Hey. What's up?

[mal_addict]

[It's awkward and weird. She gives a quiet, frustrated sigh]

You mean aside from enforced humanity and shitty coffee?

[samson]

Yeah, I don't think they got Starbucks here yet.

But hey, look on the bright side -- they're, like, selling booze in the streets. That's something, right?

[mal_addict]

That's a crime. If there's one thing I wish I could bring back to the Disc with me, it's Starbucks.

[She arches a brow a little] I suppose. I can't say I've done a lot of drinking. [But she is human now, her vampiric 'I do not drink...wine' constitution isn't working against her, here]

Might have to give that a try.

[samson]

[He noticeably brightens at the thought. Teaching a newbie to drink?? Awesome.]

Hell, yeah. I'm sure they got Sapporo and whatever, but I don't know if you're into beer. [He manages not to say 'you look like a wine person to me' because he values his life, but still...]

[mal_addict]

[Be gentle with her Brock. She arches a brow]

There was always a lot of beer back home. As a soldier, I got a glass for free, too. I just gave it to Igor. [She gives a shrug] I suppose I'll just have to try it and find out.

[samson]

Ha. Well, alright -- good to see you're still adventurous even if you're a gross, squishy human, am I right?

[So he'll steer them over to a booth selling beer...]

[mal_addict]

Of course, you'd think that would change? [She considers, following him] Of course, I'm not entirely sure how much I can drink before I do serious damage to my squishy human body, so I'm leaving that one in your hands.

[samson]

You're in luck -- I'm an expert in booze and human bodies, so you're in safe hands.

[mal_addict]

I had a feeling you'd say that. [She gives him an idle salute] I entrust myself to your hands.

[samson]

You're not gonna be disappointed, trust me.

[Once they're at a booth, he goes about ordering them some beers. He speaks English though, because fuck he sounds dumb when he speaks anything but. Luckily the vendor understands him well enough, and hands over two bottles.]

Alright. Here we go.

[molotov]

[Molotov is finally over her shitfit, and now she's just vaguely sad. She's carrying a blanket to go pick a spot for fireworks watching when she spots her enormous husband and begins to follow him.]

[samson]

[Hey now, redheaded ladies with one eye stick out in this place too, you know. He's not alone!

It's so crowded that it takes Brock a second to figure out he's being followed. Once he does, his shoulders square a little -- a habit -- and he quickly glances over his shoulder.]

Oh. Hey.

[molotov]

Hi.

[She's quiet, probably too quiet in this crowd, and catches up to him so that she can take hold of his hand.]

[samson]

[He lets her take his hand, squeezing her fingers, and looks at her sidelong.]

Are you feeling better?

[molotov]

Da. I want to go see the fireworks.

[samson]

Looks like you weren't the only one with that idea.

[Because... lol.]

I don't know if we're gonna get a good spot.

[molotov]

We will find one.

[samson]

Yeah... maybe. I mean, I think they're reserving spots.

[Lo and behold, there seem to be blanket placeholders with names on them. Must be a big thing.]

Unless you wanna, uh, find someplace higher.

[molotov]

I want someplace without so many lights. Someplace we can be together.

[samson]

Well, then we shoulda stayed at the hotel, honey. [Obnoxious smirking!! Brock, that's not what she meant.]

[molotov]

Stop it, Brock. You know what I mean. A hill somewhere, maybe.

[samson]

You think we'd get caught if we climbed up on a house or something?