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[Open] Monthly Catch-All Log

WHO: Kei Nanjo and various people (like you!)
WHERE: Various areas of this world
WHEN: The entire month
WHAT: Quests, logs, anything else
WARNINGS: Kei's his own warning

(If you'd like a specific prompt or want to do a quest with Kei, please let me know via PM or contact me at

pixle. His color is blue, and he's currently by himself in his house.)

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Both of you wished to see me?

[Truth be told, Kei's house was somewhat clean, but if a child had done it - which was about his skill level. The ugly blue walls clashed with everything around then and his motorbike was in the living room.

Kei sat in one of the chairs - not exactly looking its best and honestly more like it was about to break at any second. He had some cut up pieces of wood that now were makeshift benches. It was better than nothing, really.

He looked...well...a little more melancholic than usual.]

[As days turned into a month, Kei realized that his idea of washing clothing was not really helping his clothes. However with the new appearances of quests came a sort of boon - now he could ask someone about the more simple, mundane tasks he'd never done in his life and learn things which were alien to him.

When he knocks on Dave's door, he's got additional clothing that he's found in his house's basement - the medieval-like clothing is nothing like what he wears, but they can serve their purpose today as a teaching tool.

He can't help but think what others would think of him if he was back home. The heir of Nanjo, one of the richest families in all of Japan, knocking on someone's door to learn how to wash his clothes.]

Mister Dave. Thank you for offering your aid.

[And thanking the other for it.]

[He needed to let of steam. What better than a capture mission of goose, right?

Right. Perfectly normal. Sword on his back and decked in his leather outfit, he was ready for whatever the forest was willing to throw at him. Hopefully the geese didn't breathe fire or anything of the sort. Still, it was good to be prepared.

When he knocked on Minato's door, a thought entered his mind; how where they going to drag all of these back to the town? That would be a lot of geese, after all...]

Mister Minato, it is me. Are you ready?

Mister Goro. It is nice to converse with you again.

[The last few days after Mitsuru's disappearance had filled him with a desire to seek out those he knew and make sure they were all accounted for, especially other Presona users (be they aware that he knew or not). Fortunately, he could easily hide that under the fact that new quests had appeared.]

So you've never ridden a motorbike before?

[He realized offering this meant he ran the risk of depleting his gas. However, it was a small sacrifice to pay if they managed to succeed in filling out these requests.]

Mister Kurusu, it is nice to see you again.

[The motorbike in tow, it was almost comical how something like his Harley completely clashed with Nanjo's...everything else. The bike looked more like it should make him belong in a gang, and was clearly a vintage by Akira's year (not that Nanjo would know).]

Shall we begin by this lesson, or did you plan on us beginning yours first?

[He may have a wad of paper he had found along with a piece of wood charcoal that had become a makeshift pencil.]

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Okuyasu & Ochako

Dave

Minato

Akechi

Akira