(OOC: Crossover RP Time! - This thread is open to all Star Army plots visiting Yamatai and also to random Yamatai or friendly faction players who want to join.)
Kyoto, Yamatai
Spring YE 38
It was a warm, slightly humid spring night in downtown Kyoto. Across the northern continents of Yamatai, the sakura (cherry blossom trees) were in full bloom and people had taken to the streets and parks to celebrate life with picnics and barbecues under the romantic glow their illuminated pink petals. The sakura were symbolic of a fresh start for the year, new life, and the transience of things. In other words, they were a symbol for enjoying things while they last.
Yamataian Minkans, Nekovalkyrja, and some dozen other species were all represented in the crowded parks that lined the waterfront, set against the glimmering lights of the huge megacity. A large number of starships were in port for the event, and among the people, some of the Star Army members were still wearing their uniforms, recognizable often by their pointy catlike ears and dark blue sailor caps. But mostly it was people in civilian clothes, including a lot of silk kimonos. The air smelled of cherry blossoms, wine, teriyaki, and funnel cakes, and it was full of soft chatter and music.
Kyoto, Yamatai
Spring YE 38
It was a warm, slightly humid spring night in downtown Kyoto. Across the northern continents of Yamatai, the sakura (cherry blossom trees) were in full bloom and people had taken to the streets and parks to celebrate life with picnics and barbecues under the romantic glow their illuminated pink petals. The sakura were symbolic of a fresh start for the year, new life, and the transience of things. In other words, they were a symbol for enjoying things while they last.
Yamataian Minkans, Nekovalkyrja, and some dozen other species were all represented in the crowded parks that lined the waterfront, set against the glimmering lights of the huge megacity. A large number of starships were in port for the event, and among the people, some of the Star Army members were still wearing their uniforms, recognizable often by their pointy catlike ears and dark blue sailor caps. But mostly it was people in civilian clothes, including a lot of silk kimonos. The air smelled of cherry blossoms, wine, teriyaki, and funnel cakes, and it was full of soft chatter and music.