[closed-ish]

[messianic]

WHO: Dave, Minato, Ochako, Okuyasu, Caramia, Lupin, John, Guren, Ignis! also you if your character has reason to gatecrash the party, go for it
WHERE: Dave's depressingly colorless house
WHEN: now
WHAT: It's a family dinner. The most makeshift family dinner in the world. They tried.
WARNINGS: i hope there aren't any

[With John keeping Dave busy, Minato and Caramia and Ignis are able to put together Food of Some Variety--

And with everyone else's help, it's possible to make sure there's a proper table, chairs, even clean dishware to use for all of the food.

Of course, you can't really expect a group this rambunctious to have a proper family dinner, can you? They tried.]

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ooc: just treat this as a mini mingle log, honestly, there are too many of us for a proper thread order

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mingling........

[pursestrings]

[She has party hats.

She has party hats, and Okuyasu is just looking at her, wondering if this is some kind of a joke. A party hat? Him, in a party hat?? Uh huh. But rather than object outright, he folds his arms and straightens up to his full height instead of slouching all over. There's a point to this, ready--]

I'm not wearing that unless you can get it on my head. Using your quirk's cheating.

[ha HA!!!]

[thriftea]

[Okuyasu. She gives him a look, because 1) that's not even fair and 2) the hats are for Dave's benefit!! But while she could—and should—handle this like a mature adult, the gauntlet has been thrown down and Ochako is too competitive to just walk away...]

Fine! But if I get it up there, you have to wear it all night and you have to give me your apple.

[Of course she's been scoping out the kitchen? Hello?]

[pursestrings]

[That's right!! He's frankly too tall and will use it to his advantage, here and now, to make a scene about party hats. This is the mature thing to do.]

What, seriously? The whole apple?

[Don't back down, Okuyasu.....] Alright! You're on!

[thriftea]

[Yes, the whole apple. The entire apple. Ochako takes her sweets very seriously, thank you, and this is exactly the extra motivation that she needs. This is going to be an uphill battle!!

First step to victory: act as confident as possible while she thinks of a strategy.]

Good. But when everyone else is eating their apple, you're not allowed to complain!

[pursestrings]

[An uphill battle because she's like a head and shoulders shorter than him, ooooh!! Okuyasu's strategy: continue being taller, and also act smug. It's working right now.]

Yeah, yeah. You get three tries, then your apple is mine!

[thriftea]

Three tries? That's—

[That's really not fair, but. Ugh!! She narrows her eyes a bit, her confident grin quickly disappearing. He's rude and she doesn't like him at all.]

You can't add any more rules!

[pursestrings]

[It's completely fair, or this would go on forever and neither of them would get apples. He's thinking of dessert fairness, obviously. She thinks he's great!]

Okay! Whenever you wanna go for it, go ahead.

[thriftea]

[Opinions can change in a heartbeat, especially when someone just loves making things difficult. Whatever! She ignores him as she scans the room for anything useful. A long stick, maybe? A relatively sturdy chair? She does spot John over by the piano, and she definitely makes a note of that. Okuyasu didn't say anything about other people's abilities...

With the exception of John, however, the pickings are depressingly slim, and she lets out a quiet huff.]

You know, if I can't use my quirk, then you shouldn't be allowed to move.

[pursestrings]

[That's super unfair and he should just be forbidden from using The Hand to, like, swipe the party hat a few feet to the left in midair or whatever, buuut he doesn't think of this at all and just nods automatically.

He's totally got this in the bag...]

Sure, I guess that's fair. I'll hang out right here.

[thriftea]

[Why would he even think to use his ability if she can't use hers? That's Ochako's thought process, anyway. Sometimes being nice is a real drag.

But John is her absolute last resort, and so she marches right over to the table and grabs the safest-looking chair that she can. Are people giving her weird looks as she drags it over beside him? Probably. The only thing that matters to her, though, is winning that damn apple. ...Well, winning it in a safe manner. She puts one foot onto the seat before she pauses.]

You're not going to push me, are you?

[That would be so mean?]

[pursestrings]

[It's an extra penalty, not being allowed to move, that's the point...!! Either way, he does indeed just chill right there while she goes and collects a chair. They're just doing this in full view of everybody, it's fine. This is a judgement-free party.]

Me? C'mon, no way.

[Please, he's not a monster. But will he lean as far as he can in any direction away from her hands, once she gets up on that chair? Yes he will. Technically he's not moving from the spot, so it's a legal move.]

[thriftea]

[So this is what it feels like to be as tall as Okuyasu. Nice. She would totally savor this moment if she wasn't, you know, trying desperately to shove this stupid hat on his head. Someone is definitely laughing at her right now.

Spending a minute teetering on the edge of the chair is a minute too long, though, and she finally decides that this method is definitely not going to work. Is she going to get down? Uh, no? She's going to stay right where she is and frown at him. Gee, it's so great that one of them is having fun.]

What's wrong with the hat, anyway? Other people are wearing theirs!

[pursestrings]

[He's having loads of fun bent almost totally sideways, actually, yes. Somehow he's not embarrassed by this carrying on?!]

Well now my dessert's on the line! And I wanna see if you can pull it off.

[He'll just stay like this and grin up at her. This really is the time to savor the moment...]

[thriftea]

[His lack of shame is unfortunate, honestly, because Ochako is never embarrassed by these types of things. They're going to continue looking absolutely ridiculous until someone tells them to knock it off? Or until he somehow makes her laugh, which... well, that won't be very hard to do if he remains bent over like that.

Actually—hmm. Hmm. While she's still frustrated by his fancy moves, she can't resist the urge to squint thoughtfully at him. Give her a second, please. She's concentrating.]

...It's weird to look down at you.

[Let her just lean forward the tiniest bit to confirm this, and... yep, it's true. Weird.]

[pursestrings]

[His fancy moves are going to hurt his back in a minute and she is claiming being taller, so he straightens back up - and of course she still stands taller than he does when she's up on a chair, so what was he really expecting? She's not, like, three feet tall normally.

He also cleverly avoids bonking their heads together, you're welcome.]

Yeah, this is pretty strange. My neck's gonna start hurting.

[How do you live like this??]

[thriftea]

[Her quirk makes life manageable. But thanks, Okuyasu, for watching out for her like that? She totally appreciates it, and that's why she gives him a smile... before moving in for the kill.

Which is, you know. Trying to put the hat on his head as quickly as she possibly can while she thinks he's distracted. Surely this is the exact moment her training has prepared her for—!!]

[pursestrings]

[Like a fool, Okuyasu realizes his error only when it's already too late. His brow furrows, like he doesn't get why she's looking at him so cheerfully unless she's suddenly decided that it's actually great to be so tall, but then—

Top 10 Anime Betrayals—

She shoves a gosh darn party hat on his head and all he can do is attempt to lean away, which just winds up making the hat stick up at a weird angle. His hair, Ochako...!! He spends time on that!!]

Aw c'mon, you can't— [MMMM!!! the bitter taste of defeat.] Can't believe you of all people're gonna play dirty like that...

[Is he still kind of grinning? Maybe. Well played, well played.]

[thriftea]

[It worked? Whoa, it worked! It doesn't matter that she is—and I can't reiterate this enough—standing on a chair in the middle of Dave's living room; the moment he admits defeat, she lets out a loud whoop of joy and jumps right down to the floor. Someone, please give her for a noise violation.]

I did it! [Ha! She claps her hands together, because take that!!] Now you have to keep it there for the entire dinner!

[She needs a bit to revel in this victory, but oh, man, just wait until she sees how his new hat actually looks.]

[pursestrings]

[It's a party, she's allowed to shout. As long as she doesn't jump up and tip the chair over, which, good job!! that tragedy is avoided, she's totally within Party Limits. Okuyasu very nearly reaches out automatically to ruffle her hair but he resists, pointing up at his jaunty hat instead.

Look at it. Gaze upon ye works.]

Like this?

first of all? how dare you edit your comment when i can't edit mine

[thriftea]

[There are, like, nine people in this room, shouting should absolutely be kept to a minimum. But yes, fine, she will gladly continue her little celebration by glancing up to admire her handiwork. She just knows that it's going to look amazing.

Amazingly hilarious, that is. And honestly, the fact that it's crooked really takes it to the next level; she's only able to look at it for the briefest of seconds before she has to turn away and laugh. Well... spit-take all over the wall? Standard Ochako.]

P-Perfect!

i'll surely do something dumb again soon to make up for it

[pursestrings]

[Ochako!! Okuyasu wants to at least fix the hat if he has to keep wearing it, but it will certainly mess up his perfect punk hair even more if he does... she wins this round.]

Yeah yeah, at least one of us is enjoying it. You gonna be able to handle this for the rest of the night?

[He will lean completely into his crooked hat look if she keeps laughing like that every time she sees it, which he counts as a sub-win, for the record.]

[thriftea]

[He's not allowed to touch the hat!! Ochako will fuss at him if he so much as reaches up toward it, but only after she fully recovers from this laughing fit. Give her a minute, please? Maybe two? She's doing her best, and that's what counts.]

I'll try! [Okay, the giggles have subsided; she takes one last, deep breath before she bravely turns back to face him. She can... keep it together...] Maybe I just won't look at you!

[pursestrings]

[She'll have to look at him to know if he's touching it!! Can she keep it together? Can she, really? Okuyasu doubts this somehow, rubbing his chin very seriously like he's really concentrating.]

I'll just have to sit across from you so you can't help it. You wanted me to wear the dumb hat!

[thriftea]

[Wow! Why does he have to look so serious about this? Of course that's going to make her sputter again, although she quickly clamps a hand right over her mouth before it can get too out of hand. God, she's so predictable.]

No way! You can't cheat! [When did this become another competition.] I'll sit across from Minato, and you have to sit beside me.

[pursestrings]

[Well now he's doing it on purpose, definitely. He's still doing it, nodding sagely, which makes the hat wiggle because of the angle it's sticking out at.]

You'll still know it's there. I'm starting to feel better about being stuck with this.