I'm having a lot of fun prepping for Edgewave.

It looks good at the event immediately just wish I'd made it bigger.

dealing with a game glitch [not mod related] that's causing me to be unable to progress with when the light comes in oTL guess it's on pause. apologies!

Explaining to my mother in law that I, personally, am not trying to summon demons but am making this for people who will? An effort. #larp #magetheawakening #justlarpthings

🔥 BREAKING: Crucifix Echo will make their first-ever appearance at Edgewave this year.

KEIKO | He really is a nice boy.

KEIKO | Take care. BOB | See you later.

BOB | I’m gonna be late for work. KEIKO | Do you want to take dinner with you? BOB | Nah, it’s fine. We've got meal vouchers.

BOB | ...Yeah. KEIKO | So be kind to her, yes? That’s the kind of person you are.

KEIKO | It’s scary, you know. Being in a place where you don’t understand anything. Being alone somewhere new... it’s hard.

KEIKO | Ah. And? BOB | Forgot the rules. No indoor shoes, didn’t eat the school lunch. Only speaks English. Kinda... loud.

KEIKO | How was school today? BOB | New girl showed up. Transfer student. Foreigner.

BOB | I'm home. KEIKO | Welcome home, Robert.

Oh man it's time for #Edgewave2025 and I am *so* ready. Remember those bands I made last year? Time to dust one off 🤘

BOB | [EN] You can have some. If you stop talking. ELIZA | [EN] ...Deal.

BOB | [EN] No. I did. ELIZA | [EN] Oh.

ELIZA | [EN] What is that? It smells… incredible. BOB | [EN] Chicken Nanban. Miso soup. Pickled daikon. Rice with furikake. ELIZA | [EN] Did your mum make it?

ELIZA | [EN] What are you, a culinary expert? BOB | [EN] Not an expert, but I know not to just eat that if I want to survive the day.

ELIZA | [EN] Right. I'd have figured that out… eventually. BOB | [EN] Also, melon bread isn't a very good lunch.

BOB | [EN] Lunch is served in the classroom. They bring it in. Or you can bring your own.

LILY | Doesn't she know lunch is provided? What is that? VICTOR | Melon bread? For lunch? Poor gaijin, doesn't she know that's so unhealthy?

ELIZA | [EN] No trays, no lines. Just… sit and eat mystery bread. Cool.

ELIZA | [EN] Okay, so… we eat here? At our desks?

ELIZA | [EN] What was that? BOB | [EN] Nothing. Welcome to class.

ELIZA | [EN] Right. Okay. So glad I’m fluent in absolutely nothing. BOB | [under breath] You’re fluent in loud.

ELIZA | …Pankēki…kun? BOB | [EN] Me.

MR. OKABE | Very good! Everyone, this is Heisutingusu-san. [EN] Go sit with Pankēki-kun, he can translate.

ELIZA | [EN] Thanks, I guess. You always this charming? BOB | [EN] Only when I’m thrilled.

BOB | [EN] (muttering) You're gonna want to buy some. Today.

ELIZA | [EN] Sorry.

ELIZA | [EN] Oh. Oh! Slippers. Right. Sorry. I didn’t—yeah, sorry. Sorry.

BOB | [EN] You’re tracking dirt in. Take your shoes off. Slippers are back here.

TAKUMI | Because you're literally the only one here who can. BOB | (muttering) Like you haven't been learning English for 10 years...

TAKUMI | (whispering) Help her out. BOB | (grunts) Why?

TAKUMI | (whispering) Bob. Hey—Bob.

MR. OKABE | No. No. Inside slippers. You must… change. Shoes off. ELIZA | [EN] Is he... is this about my shoes?

ELIZA | [EN] ...Sorry? I didn’t catch… any of that? Um…Heisutingusu…Hastings?. Yes! That’s me.

MR. OKABE | Ah! New student. Heisutingusu-san, yes?

ELIZA | [EN] Okay uh...second floor...2-3...2-3...Ah. There. Okay, Eliza. You got this.

ELIZA | [EN] Late on the first day. Mum is going to be spewing.

[bell ringing] ELIZA | [EN] This cannot be happening!

This isn’t a pre-built tragedy. It’s a quiet, glitch-free love story — or at least, it tries to be. One about teen years, culinary masterpieces, soft snow, and the space between two people who weren’t coded to fit… but still do, eventually. 🎧: open.spotify.com/track/09nEPq...

You’ve seen her: redhead, scowling, probably mid-argument in a badly decorated kitchen. Eliza Pancakes. Canonically controlling. Universally meme’d. But she wasn’t always a simmering ball of passive-aggression and base-game misery. Not when the story really started.