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[aggressiveapathy]

WHO: Residents of 006 and guests
WHERE: 006
WHEN: 11/27/14
WHAT: Turkey day madness
WARNINGS: None at the moment. Possible mentions of death, cannibalism, poor humor, and dumb teenagers among other things.

[It was, once again, the prequel-to-Christmas time of year. Or, in the case of house 006, post-Halloween might be more appropriate for this Thanksgiving. Abigail had gotten April the glitter skulls they'd talked about weeks ago, and she'd seen no reason not to just go with the theme. So while the house may still smell of Turkey and other delicious things (thanks to Rick, the raccoons, and anyone else that brought food, but certainly not April), the living room and dining area looked like a Spirit Halloween store bargain bin had exploded over it. Fake spider-webs, ghouls stuck to the walls, cheap plastic 'goblets' for drinks on the table, she whole shebang. April herself was putting the finishing touches on some fake bug placements when the time for people to start arriving rolled around, and had left a 'the door works' sign on the front door as a way to let people know to not bother knocking.

There's video and board games in the living room, cooking in the kitchen, adult and non-beverages to be found, and maybe a few in the way decorations that need to be removed from the dining room table before eating can happen. Help yourselves.]

[[Note: Feel free to make starters for before, during, or after food, tag around, go nuts. Any guests housemates/invited people want to bring are fine!]]

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[gluestick]

[Newt doesn't know enough about the holiday to judge whether the decor is appropriate or not. Just that it's garish as fuck, but the Glade never had any sort of sparkle, so what can you do? He's hanging around in the living room eyeing the games, nursing a drink of the adult variety that he shouldn't necessarily have. It's fine since April hooked them up with the booze last time, right?

He eventually sits down on the couch to sift through the games to try and find something of interest. He's never had the luxury of sitting around and playing one, that he can remember. He honestly has no idea which one would be the best for playing with other people, just that he wants something to do the pass the time while dinner cooks.]

[katastrophe]

[ The couch is an unfortunate place for him to be, because there's a big old space next to him, and in that space drops Nishi, sitting closer than he needs to and pointing a skinny finger across to Newt's drink.

Nobody is stupid enough to give him alcohol, but that just makes him want it more. ]

Give me that.

[gluestick]

[Newt looks up from his game perusal to look at whoever joined him. Of course there were people here he didn't recognize, he just tagged along with Thomas and the rest of the boys from residence 001.

He takes a sip from his drink instead of holding out to him.]

I'm pretty sure you should know a shank's name before askin' them for a drink.

[But Newt doesn't have any hang ups about germs or anything, and he's shared his drink with Gladers before, so he does eventually hold it out to him. He just wanted to give him a hard time first.]

They've got more in the kitchen, want somethin'?

[katastrophe]

[ Well, that went a lot easier than expected. He was ready to fight him for the drink, but here it is, handed right to him. It's weird how not everyone is 14 and terrible.

He takes the drink after he gets over the confusion of things actually going his way, and downs the whole thing just so he doesn't give it back.

Then looks fucking disgusted, because what the fuck? This is alcohol? After a moment he realizes he's making faces and he abruptly stops, trying to look normal. ]

... No.

[gluestick]

[So rude??? Maybe he wanted to drink the rest of that. The look on his face is worth it, though. He laughs lightly, grinning over at him. Corrupting another minor with alcohol, the Gladers seem to be great with that.]

Don't like the taste? [Leaning back, amused.] Most people don't when they first try it. Want anything else to drink? I've gotta go back to the kitchen anyway.

[Because some rude little shit just drank the rest of it.]

[katastrophe]

[ It's fucking awful. How do people drink this and enjoy it? ]

Get me another one.

[ He's too determined to give up here. He's too strong for alcohol to win over him. ]

Stronger. More of it.

[gluestick]

[Newt picks up the empty glass to take it back to the kitchen for a refill. This time he comes back with two garish skull mugs and holds one out to he new drinking buddy.]

You sure about this? It usually takes a while to acquire the taste for it. [And even then, he still thinks Frypan's sauce is the worst thing he's ever put in his mouth. He takes a long drink of his own, scrutinizing him over the rim of his cup.]

Name's Newt, by the way. What's yours?

[katastrophe]

[ Stop supplying 14 year olds with alcohol you shitty influence. ]

It's fine.

[ It isn't fine, it's nasty as hell and when he sips it it's worse, so he tries to take larger gulps to finish faster. ]

Nishi. You really into lizards?

[shuckit]

[ thomas comes to plop down next to newt on the couch, drink to his lips as he takes another sip of something that definitely isn't apple juice. underaged drinking for all. seriously, he doesn't get that rule on age. seems really dumb, it's not like being tipsy is the same as handing them a gun? which, really, thomas wouldn't blink at either. they've been through enough shit to justify it, he thinks.

anyway, he looks over as newt sifts through the games, and eventually reaches forward himself, tugging out one of the games that looks like Halo. ]

I played this one with Stiles. It's like, aliens and laser guns. The gravity hammer's the best thing. [ he wiggles the game case in front of him, in a 'wanna try it ooout' kind of way ]

[gluestick]

[Newt reaches out to take the case from Thomas, turning it over to look at it. It'd been one of the ones he'd been eyeing when he was sifting through them, but it looked like the kind of game that would be more fun with a partner. And now he just so happens to have one, so he hands it back to Thomas.]

Oh yeah? Sounds like fun. If you've already played something like it, I'm sure you know how to set all this klunk up.

[Baby's first time gaming, be gentle with him.]

[shuckit]

[ taking the case back, he looks up to the console, frowning at it for a second. ]

Probably. I can figure it out.

[ he'd watched stiles set it up, and there is that perfect memory the porter gave him, so that should be plenty. moving to the console, he sets about looking over the weird and the outlets, eventually plugging stuff it and turning it on. yep, looks good. the game goes in and starts up, and he flops back onto the couch, handing a controller to newt as his feet go up on the coffee table. thomas is first player ofc. ]

We'll do the tutorial thing, so you know what's going on.

[gluestick]

Real nice of you, Tommy.

[Newt sits cross legged on the couch, gripping the controller a little awkwardly and trying to memorize where the buttons are so he won't have to keep looking down at it while he's playing. He finally gets a comfortable grip on it and leans forward a little.]

All right, let's go on and start.

[shuckit]

I'm a nice guy like that.

[ straight faced as he says it. thomas navigates the screens until he finds the tutorial part, starting it up as it shows to guys in space armor. thomas starts to have his dude jump around. just because it's fun and he can, while he waits for newt to follow the on screen prompts. ]

Okay, I'm the guy in the green armor, you're the dude in the blue. Just do what the thing tells you to.

[gluestick]

[Newt's pretty good at following directions. Thank god for the tutorial, otherwise he would have been even worse at this game than he's going to end up being. Like he'll be marginally bad instead of just fucking awful at it. Once he's run through the tutorial, he waits for Thomas to start a proper level.]

It doesn't seem too hard. [Is what he's saying now, but he'll be singing a different tune soon enough.]

[shuckit]

Not that hard. [ said with a small smirk. stiles had wasted him the first several times thomas tried to get the hang of this thing, so maybe he's looking forward to doing the same to newt a little, oops.

he's a good friend.

the next level starts up, and a countdown begins. ] Alright. Basically, I'm gonna shoot at you, you shoot at me, we both try not to die. Sound good?

[lurings]

[ she does't want to talk to anyone. that was, oddly, the point of coming to april's. to sit in silence (except with april), eat, and say she went to someone's house for thanksgiving instead of being a completely unsocial hermit.

there are a lot of people here though so abigail's silence is dwindling faster and faster until she just gives up, grabs one of the controllers and switches on mario kart. blame the wine. she leans over to ask one of the raccoons to grab her two more, which it fetches with little wheedling and clambers on to the couch between the teenagers and passes the spare controller to newt.

because the raccoon is playing, but newt can play too, that's the point. ]

April says they know most of the levels. You're Thomas' friend?

[gluestick]

[Newt watches all of this with amusement. The raccoons had taken some getting used to, certainly. They hadn't had any in the Glade, and before that he can't recall ever having seen one, though he intrinsically knew what they were and that it was strange to have them as pets.

He takes the offered controller, scooting to the edge of the couch now that he's got others to play with.]

Well I guess they've plenty of free time to play. [What... else would raccoons do.] I've never played.

Yep, I'm a friend of Tommy's. You know him?

[lurings]

I know Stiles. [ so she knows thomas' pretty face. ] Are you Newt?

[ she could have picked out minho because they spoke on the network so she knows what he looks like, but she is assuming this is "the friendly one", newt. not ugly, though, thomas was wrong. she's assuming it's newt instead a friend he met here solely because he called him "tommy".

she quickly gets herself to the screen to pick their characters as she is talking and she chooses yoshi because yoshi. (the raccoon picks princess peach, naturally.) ]

You pick your character -- [ she leans over the raccoon to point out the buttons as she explains them. ] -- and hold this down to go. The toggle is how you steer, just direct it with your thumb. That's basically it.

[ possibly. she doesn't freaking know. ]

[gluestick]

Ah, that guy Tommy thought was his clone when he first got here.

[I had to go and fIND WHERE THOMAS CALLED HIM UGLY so rude. But Thomas obviously has terrible tastes no one listen to him.] Yeah, that's me. Hope he's only had good things to say about me. What's your name?

[Newt picks Bowser out of the line up, listening to her other instructions. This should go better than his spectacular failure at the Halo look-a-like.]

[lurings]

[ boys, amirite? ]

Abigail. He said you were friendly. [ only tells him the nice things, of course, she's not a monster. and he is friendly, even if abigail is still as placid as ever. she is just not a natural smiler.

her fingers move easily across the controller, absently picking a track and setting it to easy because she's not actually super into video games nor did she play them often. she doesn't care if the raccoon beats her and she figures newt won't mind doing, effectively, the bunny slope for a whine until they get the hang of it. ]

Is this course okay?

[gluestick]

[He knows Thomas well enough to know that wouldn't be all he said, but he'll let it slide and give Thomas shit for it. Boys.] Did he now? I'll need to thank him later. Nice to meet you officially, Abigail.

[Newt is fine letting her take the reigns and pick stuff since he has zero experience with gaming outside of what he's played tonight. He's also never driven a car in his life but does that matter in this situation? He wouldn't know.]

Yeah, it looks alright.

Re: open

[aggressiveapathy]

[April is more than happy to just be a spectator to Newt's failure. She gets way too annoyed when the second person was just dragging her down in a game, but watching him go solo and all the fumbling and blowing himself up all over the screen? Now that was entertainment. She tucks her legs under her as she settles on the couch, a skeleton hand goblet of wine clutched between her two hands.]

Press A.

[gluestick]

[Wow, quit judging him?? It's his first time playing video games, so of course he doesn't know what he's doing. Put him against a real enemy with a grenade launcher, and he'd do alright. But it's different when you're doing all of it by controller. He is absolutely one of those people that leans with the controller though when he's dodging out of the way of things on screen. Or attempting to, anyway, since he thinks to dodge himself instead of hitting the buttons. Embarrassing.]

I'm tryin'-

[He presses A, only to end up with another character death on his tally. Thanks, April.]

That didn't help.

[aggressiveapathy]

You didn't press it right.

[Her grin is probably not helpful, but she's smug and content as she watches his pain.]

Try, try again.

[gluestick]

How else should I press it? There's no other way.

[He sounds annoyed, but he's starting over again from the beginning of the level anyway and trying again. He'll eventually get better at it, it probably just takes a lot of practice. He's determined to at least get through the first level before he calls it quits.]