[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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[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.

[thriftea]

[Giving him a stupid hat was a mistake. Ochako is officially giggling once again, but oh, what was that last bit? That didn't sound very thuggish at all. New strategy to stop his stupid, silly antics: embarrass him. Just a little bit.]

Why? Just because it makes me laugh?

[HMM. That sounds like a nice thing to do!]

[pursestrings]

[HEY... Don't call him out like that!! Predictably he falters, smug look slipping for a second.]

Well— yeah, maybe! What are you gonna do about it? Huh?

[very tough. salvaging this.]

[thriftea]

[Oh!! He actually admitted it. While this is also funny, it's funny in a different kind of way? A quieter way. His crooked hat still looks ridiculous, of course, but she's finally able to peel her hand away from her face reveal the beam underneath.]

I'm going to try to make you laugh, too! It's always way more fun to laugh together.

[pursestrings]

[That's the kind of sappy thing he should definitely make fun of, but something about the way she says it and that smile on her face stops him. She wants to make him laugh just because it's fun to do? Together?

He simply looks at her quietly for a moment, which would be a lot more serene and meaningful if he wasn't wearing this hat, but just imagine it like that.]

Yeah... I guess so. [ahem] Gonna take more than a funny hat to crack me.

[a hat and a slav squat]

[thriftea]

[Contemplative Okuyasu. This is a rare sight indeed, and the best way she knows to handle this is to keep her smile in place as she blinks back up at him. She doesn't think there was anything strange about what she just said, but... that is an interesting look he's giving her, and really, he can drop it at any time. Don't make her blush in the middle of Cool Dave's party???]

We'll be here for a while, so I'm sure that I'll think of something.

[Also: Standing on a chair is one thing, but slav squatting is something else entirely. Keep dreaming.]

[pursestrings]

[Don't blush, he won't recover. Luckily Okuyasu can only look at her like this for so long, before his gaze drifts off to the side, towards the dinner table. Man, is there food yet? Hoo boy.]

Uh- Well, I'm not giving you any clues.

[A slav squat would be an instant win, but fiiine. Hmm.]

And... nah, that's the only rule.

[thriftea]

[There are other people here, and while her silent no-slav-squatting rule is probably going to hurt her chances of winning this round, that's fine! She's going to give it her all. Maybe she'll even start with one of her lamest jokes.

But—oh shit, he's looking at the table. Food? Is that food? She will come back to her Mission after she takes a good, long look at the dish someone—Ignis?—is sitting down.]

...Purple? Oh! The fries! [They're not apples, but she's still excited enough to reach out and snag his sleeve.] Come on! Let's get some.

[Even if he's sick of potatoes, she's pulling him right along.]

[pursestrings]

[Purple fries, he could die, but he's going with her anyway because food is food. Maybe he'll have, like, two. Ever.]

Man, I'd kill for a burger to go with these. It'd probably be purple and blue and not look like food, though.

[What kind of meat is blue, Okuyasu. Whatever, he's grabbing some fries.]

[thriftea]

[Go ahead, Okuyasu, be picky. Ochako will happily eat his share, because she is so tired of fish. Even helping Minato catch fish for this party was a true struggle, and so, while she isn't about to go hunting any time soon... she understands his plight.]

You know, [She munches thoughtfully on a fry, definitely not stalling as she tries to think of a good joke,] Caramia found a box of deer in his house. I-I don't know what he's going to do with them all, but... you could ask him?

[Ugh, the thought of a dead deer is distressing. She obviously hasn't seen them yet.]

[pursestrings]

[Deer... that might be his limit. Also what the fuck, a box of deer? What's wrong with this town.]

That's the guy with the friend who's an asshole, yeah? The Italians. [Or whatever, they didn't correct him when he guessed Italians... Okuyasu has yet to notice Caramia is here, hiding in the kitchen. Give it time.]

...How many deer fit in a box?

[thriftea]

[Oh, right—Kyrie. The asshole who currently owns her precious family picture. That is neither here nor there, though, and while she does stiffen at the thought of him, she makes sure to keep her expression as neutral as possible. She's cool with it.]

Mm-hmm! He's nice, don't you think? I like him. [Is he friends with Okuyasu yet? She adores the lion, so she's making a mental note here: check on their friendship status soon.] And I'm not sure? I've never thought about putting deer in a box before...

[Who has?]

[pursestrings]

It can't be more than like, two, right? They'd be flattened by other deer.

[He pinches two fingers together to emphasize just what a bad idea this is, deer in a box. Again: what the fuck, town?

As for Caramia...] He's alright, but his friend's a real piece of work. Dunno why he hangs around that guy.

[thriftea]

[Why is he making her think of flattened deer? She's pulling a face and pausing her fry eating, because come on Okuyasu, that's gross. Even Kyrie is a happier thing to think about.]

Caramia said that they're family, so... [She shrugs, positive that a famiglia is exactly what it sounds like. The mystery is solved.] He's had a long time to get used to him. A really long time. Do you know old they are?

[That's a very expectant look she's giving him. Guess!!]

[pursestrings]

[Okay, but it's true they'd be flattened!! He just shrugs, eating another couple fries like he didn't say anything weird.]

Not sure they're brothers or anything... [Caramia told a story that ended in Kyrie finding him somewhere, he thinks? He kind of didn't digest all of it because Kyrie kept being Kyrie in the background. Anyway,] They gotta be like, twenty-five? Twenty-six?

["a really long time" "they're like 25" okay]

[thriftea]

[Pfft. Her smile widens, but she's not going to laugh!! She still has to make him laugh before that happens... man, why does she keep getting herself into these situations?]

They're way older than that, because they've been together for centuries! Isn't that crazy?

[Centuries with Kyrie? Hmm. A fate worse than death, but she's too nice to say it out loud.]

[pursestrings]

[She is, but—] Seriously? Shit, that guy needs a break from His Supreme Assholiness.

[Which sounds stupid, it does, but he's dead serious. Learn to socialize, Kyrie!! Even local thug Okuyasu can handle being civil.]

[thriftea]

[Oh, no... that's stupid and vulgar! A snicker escapes her before she can stop it, and while she's going to try and play it off like nothing happened, she knows that he knows that she laughed. Dang.]

Maybe he's not bad all of the time! He— [Come on, Ochako, think of a good point...!!] He's memorized lots of different poems? That's nice, right?

[Okuyasu isn't the only poetry dealer in this town.]

[pursestrings]

Hey, even I can read books, that's nothing.

[She laughed... he's still so far in the lead, she'll never catch up now. Anyway, who memorizes poetry for fun? That's weirder than hiding all your poetry under your bed in shame, not that Okuyasu does that. No.

The only comparison he can think of to a nice dude putting up with someone super intolerable is his very great friend Koichi putting up with Rohan, who likes to turn people into books without permission, and that's... not a friendship he understands either?! Dudes.]

Maybe he's alright when nobody's looking.