Doki Doki Vaikuntha Club (Act 1)

[peninhand]

Who: Anyone signed-up for the plot!
When: July 27th
Where: Curti Center
What: Monika's opened a literature club and the members have to share a poem together for this event. It can be embarrassing, but there's nothing to lose!
Warnings/Notes: No warnings whatsoever! Listen to this track to enhance your poem sharing experience.

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[twomeals]

[All these people and their fancy poems...and here's Yue, whose only prior experience with poems was that time he stole Hijikata's haiku collection.

...Welp, no point worrying over it. You work with what you've got, right?]

there are no foxes
no monsters, family, masks
but i still have wings

Is that okay? Trying to think of things to write is pretty hard...heheh.

[There's all sorts of scribbled-out attempts all over his paper--along with a bunch of doodles in the margins.]

[peninhand]

[ Short as it is, Monika reads the haiku and nods. ]

Hm, I like it! That's not world-class, but that's better than the one you made last time. So even if you don't realize it, you've made progress.

[twomeals]

Ah, you think so? That's good, I'm glad it turned out alright.

[Brightening up! He was, in fact, a little more worried than he wanted to let on about his poetry skills.]

It took a while to try to write it...I never realized how hard it is, to write poems.

[peninhand]

I'm glad you made that effort.

[ She looked really glad, and it was miles ahead better than what Dylas had done for sure. ]

It can be very liberating to express our thoughts and feelings though words. If it makes it easier, try not to think about it like homework... But think of it as something you'd like to say, but can't for one reason or another.

[twomeals]

Something I'd like to say, but can't....

[He's not sure if that sounds like a good or bad way to do it - choosing a topic he can't bring up normally, to express to people in a way he isn't particularly familiar with.

...He'll go with good, maybe. It narrows down the topic choices, at least.]

Is that what you usually do? Poeming your feelings.

[peninhand]

Ahaha, sometimes yes!

[ A nod. ]

Any poem is written by someone. Sometimes you read a poem and you think nothing of it. But then, you learn who's written it and it changes the poem entirely.

[twomeals]

Mm, that makes sense...since it'd be about what they're feeling, right?

[Thinking about the few haikus he remembers reading, and how much less sense they'd have made if he didn't know who'd written them...]

Are all poems about feelings though?

[peninhand]

Not all, no. But we're all sentient beings with a soul. Even if you don't mean to express something about yourself, odds are you will without realizing it.

[topgun_textiles]

[He scratched his chin. If he were to interpret the poem as a literal self-expression:]

Uh- your... your dreams! Ya wrote a haiku about your dreams. That's really cool, man.

[twomeals]

Eh? My dreams?

[Well, he has seen some of those in his dreams before...still, he looks a little confused.]

Um, thank you!

[topgun_textiles]

No problem! I should write one about dreams sometime, too. What's the order, 5-7-5? Lemme try to make one up...

[twomeals]

That's right, 5-7-5! It's short and easy. Perfect for dreams, right?

[topgun_textiles]

Let's see...

Slept real good last night,
Flying on large, silvered wings
Never touched the ground.

[twomeals]

Ah, a flying dream? Silver wings would look interesting, huh...all shiny and stuff.

[The act of flying itself is pretty cool too, of course, but for someone who flies all the time it's the colors that caught his attention.]

[topgun_textiles]

Yeah! They shimmered, y'know, and I collected some feathers in a little bag to use in charms and stuff.

I confess I kinda wanna find some silvery feathers. I dunno too much about the animals here, though.

[twomeals]

Well, my feathers are more pink than silvery, but...maybe there's a silver bird out there somewhere? You never know.