Backdated to Wednesday! Open Party RP.

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October 25th.

The date flickered into Ryuuji's head, letters of bright blue against a black expanse of nothingness, then circled themselves insistantly in red, demanding his attention.

October 25th.

His eyes suddenly widening, Ryuuji uncurled, standing up without any problems and dusting himself off. To Terry and Oz, he announced (without any seeming surprise at their presence), "It's Seto's birthday today. We need to throw him a party."

Pause. "And then I ought to probably check on Kaiba Corp. Seto's going to kill me if he comes back to find out his company went under because nobody was running it. And make sure his board of directors don't find out he's popcorn because then they'll just try to start another hostile takeover."

Tone absolutely normal, plucking at the hoodie he was wearing as if not quite aware of it specifically but subconciously not happy with the unfashionableness of his attire, "Oz, can you command the House Elves to get a cake ready? They'll probably listen to you since you're a Prefect. Terry, you can help me decorate the Popcorn Room with streamers and stuff, right?"

Ryuuji hadn't been in there since seeing Mokuba's and Seto's names on the plaque.

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"Streamers."

Ryuuji was... himself. Or close enough - mysterious pronouncements, talks about hostile take overs. Just talking period.

"Isn't he a little too old for pin the tail on the donkey?" Which was what he identified streamers with. Along with really retro school dances.

Terry lay half curled on the ground, near where Ryuuji had just been nesting - for lack of a better term. He was quietly guard he'd thought to pitch a blanket and pillows tent as high as they both were tall.

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This sudden change was even enough to startle Oz, which was expressed by a minute glance at Terry before looking back at Ryuuji again.

"That and being a creature that stalks the night, yeah. And sometimes I give them cookies for tips. They bake them, but they pretend to be grateful." He stood up, legs creaking from under-use.

"I'll be right back, then." He paused, ready to stop the moment Ryuuji seemed unsure. If this was a moment of recovery or just the eye of the storm, it was a good idea not to set his friend off right now.

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((Continued from here (http://community.livejournal.com/hogwarts_hocus/962239.html?view=47588287&style=mine#t47588287).))
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"The people who take games seriously like that in my world end up singing Loony Toons, Ryuu." Terry paused when he realized Ryuuji might not get the reference. "In Arkham." Because he was pretty sure he'd mentioned the psychiatric facility before.

"No, I'd honestly rather have to fend off the newest generation of your faithful admirers and fan club. Life shouldn't be a game." The last was said grimly.

In his mind, Terry could see red spray paint like blood on a wall and the words 'Ha Ha Ha'. He could see his father lying there prone. And he could see Bruce in the cave in almost the same position. All with the Joker's voice talking about how he didn't know how to play the game. No, life shouldn't be a game at all. Though he'd respect that things were different in Ryuuji's world and he'd already accepted that Ryuuji was different. But, it didn't mean he had to like all the differences.