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fandomhigh2022-08-01 06:16 am
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The Art of Haiku; Monday, Second Period [08/01].
Ahhh, Fandom. And it's little...quirks. Shunsui was rather used to most of them skipping right over him, for the most part, but it would seem that, last weekend, he was not quite so lucky.
The whole thing had been completely ridiculous, of course. Any reality where he became the Captain Commander of the Gotei 13 was an absurd reality, indeed. Even if Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto actually did wind up kicking the bucket (and Jūshirō....and Unohana-sama....and....), it certainly wouldn't have been passed off to him.
A faint chuckle to himself. A dismissive shake of his head. Ignoring the odd thrum he felt in his chest. And that missing eye. That missing eye was, unfortunately, not entirely new. And he kept getting flashes of Katen's particularly amused grin, and how she always seemed to get him, just under the left eye...Zanpakutō were reflections of their wielder's souls, after all...and Katen....
He just may have to go have a little...talk with her later.
But for now....he had a poetry class to teach.
And they were absolutely going on a field trip today. Hopefully the students were ready for a bit of a portal hop, though why anyone would object to spending a little time in a beautiful Japanese garden to lounge about and write poetry, especially after a weekend like that, was well beyond his understanding.
"Welcome to Taizō-in, ducklings," Shunsui announced, as brightlyl and amused as ever, as they stepped through the portal onto the conveniently lush grounds on a splendidly sunny day with just the right amount of cooleness, "in northwestern Kyoto, where we shall find ourselves able to embark on a truly authentic Japanese poetry writing experience ♥. Today," he started to walk, his robes billowing around him despite the slight breeze in the air not being nearly strong enough for such an effect, with a small gesture for them to follow him, "we will be participating in Kyokusui-no-en, or 'winding stream party'. Such parties were quite popular with Japanese nobility and poets, where they would go to a beautiful location to enjoy the winding of a stream or the blossoming of the flowers or the falling of snow, play games usually involving poetry, drink very enthusiastically, all just to see where the night may lead them...♥."
There was nothing subtle about that grin to suggest exactly where that might have been, even though that was very clearly not where this was expected to go.
"The winding stream party poetry game is simple," he continued, as he gestured toward the very winding stream they now found themselves at. "We will each take a seat here on the shore, and the person upstream will set a cup of sake....well, traditionally, it is sake, but since this is a class, we have instead a refreshing tea ♥...into the water. Participants must then challenge themselves to compose a poem within the time limit set by the passage of the cup floating towards them on the water. When the cup reaches the poet, they must then drink its contents, either in celebration of the poem's completion or as a forfeit if they have not composed a suitable verse in time. Pretty simple, neh ♥? So find a spot you feel is a comfortable distance for poem composition, and I will pour some tea and set the cup loose, and we'll see how you do ♥."
The whole thing had been completely ridiculous, of course. Any reality where he became the Captain Commander of the Gotei 13 was an absurd reality, indeed. Even if Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto actually did wind up kicking the bucket (and Jūshirō....and Unohana-sama....and....), it certainly wouldn't have been passed off to him.
A faint chuckle to himself. A dismissive shake of his head. Ignoring the odd thrum he felt in his chest. And that missing eye. That missing eye was, unfortunately, not entirely new. And he kept getting flashes of Katen's particularly amused grin, and how she always seemed to get him, just under the left eye...Zanpakutō were reflections of their wielder's souls, after all...and Katen....
He just may have to go have a little...talk with her later.
But for now....he had a poetry class to teach.
And they were absolutely going on a field trip today. Hopefully the students were ready for a bit of a portal hop, though why anyone would object to spending a little time in a beautiful Japanese garden to lounge about and write poetry, especially after a weekend like that, was well beyond his understanding.
"Welcome to Taizō-in, ducklings," Shunsui announced, as brightlyl and amused as ever, as they stepped through the portal onto the conveniently lush grounds on a splendidly sunny day with just the right amount of cooleness, "in northwestern Kyoto, where we shall find ourselves able to embark on a truly authentic Japanese poetry writing experience ♥. Today," he started to walk, his robes billowing around him despite the slight breeze in the air not being nearly strong enough for such an effect, with a small gesture for them to follow him, "we will be participating in Kyokusui-no-en, or 'winding stream party'. Such parties were quite popular with Japanese nobility and poets, where they would go to a beautiful location to enjoy the winding of a stream or the blossoming of the flowers or the falling of snow, play games usually involving poetry, drink very enthusiastically, all just to see where the night may lead them...♥."
There was nothing subtle about that grin to suggest exactly where that might have been, even though that was very clearly not where this was expected to go.
"The winding stream party poetry game is simple," he continued, as he gestured toward the very winding stream they now found themselves at. "We will each take a seat here on the shore, and the person upstream will set a cup of sake....well, traditionally, it is sake, but since this is a class, we have instead a refreshing tea ♥...into the water. Participants must then challenge themselves to compose a poem within the time limit set by the passage of the cup floating towards them on the water. When the cup reaches the poet, they must then drink its contents, either in celebration of the poem's completion or as a forfeit if they have not composed a suitable verse in time. Pretty simple, neh ♥? So find a spot you feel is a comfortable distance for poem composition, and I will pour some tea and set the cup loose, and we'll see how you do ♥."
Sign In - AoH, 08/01.
Listen to the Lecture - AoH, 08/01.
As if they really needed the excuse.
Class Activity: Kyokusui-no-en - AoH, 08/01.
Shunsui swears, it's much more fun when actual alcohol is involved! But it's also a good excuse to spend the Monday after a weird weekend in a pretty Japanese garden with tea and friends. Just like in the olden days, the poetry is just a pretense.
Talk to the Teacher - AoH, 08/01.
OOC - AoH, 08/01.
This is now my weekly space to get so hyped about TTYBW that I just puke.
Re: Sign In - AoH, 08/01.
Re: Listen to the Lecture - AoH, 08/01.
Zounds, though! A king! He had been a king!
And based on how many times Graham had absentmindedly walked right into a tree or a sign post as they made their way to the stream, there was a very good chance that the cups weren't the only things that would wind up in there today...
Re: Sign In - AoH, 08/01.
Re: Listen to the Lecture - AoH, 08/01.
Her weekend hadn't been to bad overall, she had been a teacher and she had been living in Fandom. She had been a bit sad to think that she had been cut off from her family for this decision but she did like the idea that there was more that she could do then just get married to a wealthy man.