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maskormenacelogs2017-08-13 04:05 pm
aberranthubris) wrote in maskormenacelogs2017-08-13 04:05 pm
Entry tags:
- futaba sakura | oracle,
- wanda maximoff | scarlet witch,
- †charles xavier | professor x,
- †daryl dixon | the angel,
- †gabrielle lancret | cinders,
- †jacob taylor | the protector,
- †kyle conlen | red hot,
- †magnus chase | n/a,
- †peter maximoff | quicksilver,
- †petyr baelish | littlefinger,
- †reggie mantle | n/a,
- †sakuri kunikai | n/a
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WHO: Everyone ever whose had some CR with these people (Charles, Erik, Jean, Peter, Wanda). Write up your top levels and mingle, please.
WHERE: X-family home in Nonah
WHEN: August, middle-ish.
WHAT: A PICNIC. Everyone is invited, bring a date or a friend. There's going to be food and good times. We sent out some IC invitations, but if you feel like we've missed you, join in the party. Or come crashing, that's totally cool, too.
WARNINGS: I have no idea. Maybe? Let me know if you need something added to the top.
COOK OUT
PICNIC
WHERE: X-family home in Nonah
WHEN: August, middle-ish.
WHAT: A PICNIC. Everyone is invited, bring a date or a friend. There's going to be food and good times. We sent out some IC invitations, but if you feel like we've missed you, join in the party. Or come crashing, that's totally cool, too.
WARNINGS: I have no idea. Maybe? Let me know if you need something added to the top.
Before there can be a picnic, there has to be some cooks doing their thing. Bring your skills and some ingredients maybe, they'll start early. They're gathered in the X-family home in Nonah, the kitchen is at your disposal and probably some helping hands if you need them.
Just make sure you don't break anything and don't drink all of Charles' brandy that he pretends is for cooking.
It's a nice sunny day. They've spread out a few blankets on the grass at their backyard. Food is laid out on tables with piles of paper plates and drinks available. Maybe you brought your own pillow to sit on, or you brought a pie you made at home. In any case, the spread is pretty impressive and they're happy to welcome anyone to sit down and just have a plate full of food or just enjoy the sun and good company.
There will be at least some potato salad, devilled eggs, different kinds of salsas, homemade guacamole, caprice and a grill at the picnic spot. Erik is manning it - apron and all - making burgers and hot dogs, some fish and corn.
Someone might have brought in a lawn game or invented one to pass their time, there will be a few available - cornhole, horseshoes, giant jenga, and human-sized chess - have a go at them. Jean is in charge of the music that is playing. She might surprise you with some Spice Girls.
Grab a seat, on the ground, or on the few chairs available, have a drink or some food, mingle.
Charles
PICNIC
[ ooc: Telepathy permissions if you want to opt out of that. ]
Picnic, 2
"...I don't have it in me to feel guilty for this one. This is more socializing in one evening that I usually do in a week, I needed a freaking drink. Either that or I was gonna scream, Chuck."
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Cooking - YOU INVITED HIM CHARLES THIS IS YOUR FAULT
HE CALLED IT UPON HIMSELF. Or... on everyone who is eating this cake.
Cooking
She'd told the rest of her house mates about the party, and most had given somewhat non-committal answers as to whether or not they'd attend. Kay wasn't really all that enthralled at the idea of being 1. around Jyn more than he needed to, especially after recent events following Cassian's disappearance, and 2. being trapped with so many organic lifeforms unnecessarily. Cassian was still re-adjusting to having been randomly ported back with no memory of any of the time he'd been missing. Veronica said it was probable, and Bodhi had given a sort of non-answer - mostly, she suspects, to avoid upsetting her if he outright said no.
They had a lot of strengths, the group of them, but navigating social functions wasn't one of them.
She'd wandered around, assisting where needed, before she spots the familiar sight of Charles from behind. She's grateful not only for his continued kindness towards her, but also for the fact that he's at least one person she knows here. She approaches at his side, peering down into the bowl with a bit of a bemused expression, before glancing at him with the same look, a laugh lurking beneath the surface of her face.
"I don't know about intelligent, per se, but I figure you've got three options. Well, four, but the last is one I wouldn't recommend." She counts them out on her fingers, one by one. "You can use a sieve to strain out the shell bits, you can try to fish them out with a spoon or a fork, you can chuck it and start over, or .. you can cook it up and hope for the best."
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cooking!
"Um, I heard somewhere that you can use the eggshell itself to do it. Here, let me try," he says, grabbing at half of an egg and using it to scoop out the errant bit of eggshell with ease. "Hey, look at that, it worked! Problem solved."
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picnic!
telepaths he pointed stood up for a meeting after agreeing to make it. murphy would blame that on teenage laziness and just who he is as a person (let's be real, no one's handing him an award for anything any time soon), but it'd maybe been more complicated. he'd never accepted help well before.
hell, he'd hardly even made it to this party just because it would say an ounce of something about how he might actually give two shits about erik lehnsherr as a person. he, and his +1 (raven reyes), are sticking to the half true story of 'free food brings all the apocalypse children'. and beer, apparently. if he can get away with thieving a bottle or five. ]
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PICANIC
[he's not expecting anyone to talk to the guy with the blank face, the creepy stare, chicken-wing-sauce fingers, and unkempt hair, so he jumps at the question suddenly asked of him]
-- Uh. When there's free food involved, isn't everyone's answer always "yes"?
[the voice might sound familiar; they've spoken on the network. Magnus hasn't pieced it together yet, looking over the guy on the picnic blanket. he's handsome and well-dressed, in a weirdly friendly and normal way, and Magnus continues to feel out of place]
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Picnic, 2
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Who let this bird into a picnic? Because there sure is a tiny one-winged kestrel looking very satisfied with the raw hamburger he pilfered from the grill. (Mostly he turned back into a human and dropped on the ground. Some complicated genius tactics right there.)
He's perfectly friendly, though, and will happily come perch on anyone who gets close. And then start speaking in a reedy, almost squeaky sort of voice. "Isn't this a lovely picnic?"
Human
At some point Miles decides he's done being a bird, though. Right at about the time when he decides it's time for a drink. He sits on the blankets with the rest of the guests, enjoying both the food and the company. And the booze.
birb
"You know Miles, if you want, I can make you a burger that's cooked."
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birdie~
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BIRB
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kaneki
[ kaneki can't eat, but that doesn't mean he can't cook. In fact, kaneki is an amazing cook and can do amazing food for someone who can't even taste it. That's what happens when you have kids to take care of, and back home he learned to do this for them.
He focus on Japanese or American-Japanese fusion cuisine. Because it's not that common, he brought his own ingredients and even some utensils he might need. And if the main course isn't enough, kaneki will be making desserts as well: cheesecake. Not very japanesy, no, but it's his most popular dessert at his coffee shop so... why not?
While he is confident in his cooking and the Tonkatsu he is currently preparing, kaneki will turn to the person next to him to offer them a taste ] Would you taste this and tell me if it's good?
Picnic
[ as usual, he doesn't touch any food. In fact, he is feeling a bit queasy with all the smell, after spending so much time cooking it; the life of a ghoul who cooks human food isn't easy. Once they are outside, he will stay somewhere quiet and away from the food, mostly keeping to himself as he watches everyone else.
he doesn't personally know some of the people, so he always stays behind and stays at a corner where there isn't too much excitement. Kaneki isn't a social butterfly, after all.
But that doesn't mean he isn't enjoying himself, even if he is awkward and can't eat.He smiles softly as he watches everyone having a good time; this sort of thing is always nice, isn't it? Important too. ]
cooking!
He opens his mouth obediently and lets Kaneki pop a piece of that deep fried pork into his mouth. It's delicious, crispy and hot and chewy in the inside and he hums happily and nods his approval. ]
You obviously know what you're doing.
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[For once, Yuri is staying out of the kitchen. He loves to cook, of course, but sometimes it's just nice to relax and leave the work to someone else. He's made a beeline right for the food and piled a plate with a burger as many sides as he can manage to make fit on it, and now he's found a nice sunny spot on the lawn to sit and enjoy his meal.
He's nearly worked through it when he starts to glance back towards the tables piled with food, considering. He glances at whoever happens to be sitting closest and jerks a thumb towards the selection of desserts.]
Did you see what kind of pies they got? Any good?
2- Games
[Later, Yuri's taken a few minutes to step up the giant jenga game. And then he set it up again after knocking half the tower over when he turned to look at someone behind him the first time. Once the stack is put together and stable, he turns again to wave at anyone who looks even a little interested.]
Want to play a round with me?
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I have no idea what this one is, but it's quite tasty.
[ He flaps his wings - wing, actually - a bit for emphasis. His little birdy face is just covered in blueberry juice. ]
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erik
[ Erik is manning the grill clad in this, but leaves sometimes to chat with other characters, or advise them on where the bathroom is, or ask them to bring out more chairs from the basement. ]
Hey. Are we out of ketchup? Can you check?
TWO
[ At some point, Erik is setting up a bunch of hammocks around the trees, which he had forgotten to do earlier. Rochester, his metal-legged puppy, comes over to help by grabbing a rope and... playing tug of war. ]
Let go.
[ Rochester responds by shaking his head and growling. ]
You'll like it better when it's set up. I promise.
[ Come distract the dog? y/n ]
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[ At some point in the cookout, people have settled down to eat dessert, or second dessert, as fireflies appear and luminaries are brought out so people can continue merrymaking as long as they want.
With tubs of ice cream floating behind him, he's going down the line. ]
Hold out your bowl.
[ Wanna ask him what flavors he's got? ]
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We're not. [He says, and whether he checked on the ketchup situation or not is hard to tell.]
Nice apron. It's very... uh, Dad-like. [Does this count as the first time he references you with the D-word?] But the pun's actually as funny as it is terrible, so you get a pass. This time.
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OTA
He couldn't cook, so he only attended the picnic. But he brings with him some potato chips and soda. (It's only fair to bring something if you've been invited, isn't it?) And these things tend to go well with barbeque foods, he's found. So, he's there at the table, building his plate and looking uncertain.
"You would think having been here for over a year I would be used to the cuisine. And yet, I always find it challenging when it comes to choosing what would be the most palatable. What do you recommend?"
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OTA
"Family Picnic, huh?" he asked, out of the corner of his mouth, half joking, half mocking.
"Didn't realize we were all family," but his tone was strained.
He hated this lying. It was getting old, and he was getting tired of it, but he continued to put on that half-hearted smile for the moment, although he looked exceptionally uncomfortable.
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Jean spoke up, standing nearby Tony here with her own plate of food in hand, sunglasses on, hair tied back. Of course, knowing the Professor, he might actually mean it literally but, as far as Jean was concerned, it was more about friends and colleagues than everyone sitting around a campfire together as one big happy family.
She paused for a moment to have a bite of the burger Erik had made, knowing it's good since she's had his cooking before this little picnic here.
"I guess I should ask if you're having a good time."
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Jean, ota
[ Oh boy, lots of... people around. While not uncommon back home with Xavier's School for the Gifted and all, this is most certainly not 'back home' and there's quite a few faces that she doesn't easily recognize.
So? Jean's going to be sitting in one of the lawn chairs there with a helping of whatever Erik's cooked up for everyone and playing some tunes nearby which are so very 90's... sorry to anyone who doesn't approve? She's open to requests so long as it's good. ]
PICNIC; B
[ Alright, someone needs to add some ambiance to this picnic and who better to handle that then a telekinetic? So a bottle of bubble mix in her hand and the wand in her other, she blows a few off into the air and, with the help of that telekinesis of hers, floats them all around anyone and everyone that she can. But it doesn't stop there, no. With a few sparklers nearby, once those babies are lit and sparking away all prettily, she floats those off to serve as a little more playful decoration, twirling them around here and there in the sky and drawing different pictures that come to mind... like a cat, dog, balloons, an attempt at Charles... again, she might be taking some requests here or you could just join in with the bubbles and sparklers? ]
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He slides up to her, swaying in a playfully exaggerated way to the beat of what's playing while lip syncing a few of the lines he's started to pick up. If this is 90s night, that's cool - but he needs to get a little Nirvana playing, a little bit of The Cranberries too.] C'mon Jean. Dance with me.
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OTA!!
[ You may be able to find Jaime seated at the kitchen table, tongue sticking out of the corner of his mouth and brow furrowed as he hunches over, hard at work on something that's, perhaps, a little... cutesier than someone may be able to reasonably expect. He has a bowl of water in front of him that he periodically dips his hands into as he shapes the balls and stamps out bits of seaweed to decorate them with. He doesn't look unhappy, but he does look like he's concentrating awfully hard! ]
Okay... here we go... [ He smushes an eye on one of them. It's crooked. ] Well. You can just have a lazy eye, [ he reasons as he nestles it in with the rest of them. Maybe you want to try your hand at them? ]
B : PICNIC
[ Jaime brings his box of onigiri to the picnic, of course, but he's eager to steal the grill away from Erik from time to time as well. You might find him protesting, ] I'm from Texas! I need to grill something. It's a year-round sport for us!
[ He does, at least, make sure there's some elotes to go with all of that freshly buttered corn available. If you can't find him in front of the grill, you might be able to find him splayed out on the ground, too-long hair a halo around his head as he gazes idly up at the clouds. ] That one looks like a rabbit if you squint. [ He tilts his head a little. ] Or maybe just a really wonky duck.
[ Or you can rope him into some of the games. Get up, lazybones! ]
A is for COOKING??
Well. [ Behind Jaime, he tilts his head with a thoughtful look. ] You're being representative. That's a good thing?
HECK YEA
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B is for BUMS
WHAT A LOAD OF LAZYBONES
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Peter, ota
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So now it's time to play "Which Famous Mutant in Baby Form Is This?"
Silvery hair, immediate association with Charles and/or Erik, and was that a super-speed game of horseshoes she spotted earlier? ]
Right. Cobby. Well, corn's kinda... It doesn't feel like it's good socializing food, you know? It gets stuck in your teeth so easily, or dribbles, and then you just inadvertently look like a crazy corn slob.
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3 | sorry for this super late tagin
dwww
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Yuichiro Hyakuya l Owari no Seraph
[Well. Technically, Yuu can't eat any of this. But really, he doesn't mind being invited to something like this anyway. He can still enjoy himself and catch up with some friends while he mingles regardless. So he takes Charles up on his invitation to come enjoy the company at least. He brings along Mika and some meat to contribute, making first for the kitchen or wherever the cooking is being done in passing it on to then be cooked and served. He knows some basics in cooking at least, enough for him not to entirely starve, but he hasn't done any in months now. Hasn't needed to.]
Think there's enough?
[He isn't sure how many people Charles and the others might have invited between them all. But regardless, there were at least two present that wouldn't touch the food so that might help even things out more? Maybe.]
Picnic:
[At the least, Mika had ensured to remind Yuu to wear his armband, even if Yuu hadn't bothered with the full vampire uniform, opting for more casual clothing of jeans, sneakers and a t-shirt and hoodie, while wearing the armband over the sleeve and shoulder of his hoodie in protecting himself from the sun.
He does however, seem curious on the games, looking over as he helps serve some of the salad or the like that doesn't need to be cooked on the grill Eric seems to be in charge of.]
What's that? J-jenga? I don't think we had it back home. Or -- maybe we did and I just never played.
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[He adjusts Yuu's armband thoughtfully, making sure it is sitting securely when they are sitting on the picnic blanket. It's becoming painfully aware that he doesn't know anyone of the others sitting down for the picnic, so his shoulders hunch up defensively as he sits down next to his friend.]
I think I've read about it. Here, I found the rules.
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OTA
She's also brought alcohol. Cheers?]
Picnic: [Fortunately, this part she knows of, even if she's never done this before. She'll help with the set-up, of course, as any good guest would, and when it's done, she'll perch on her blanket rather uneasily. She only thinks she knows one person here.]
Picnic
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picnic!
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archieeee / ota
[honestly? archie has fun, to start with. it's nice mingling with people, eating grilled food (veggies, thanks) and chatting with some people he recognises, some people he doesn't. it doesn't matter, archie is a social butterfly and enjoys making new friends!!
maybe he'll sidle up to you, holding a drink and comment;] Nice shindigs, right? What's up, bro?
[that being said... if charles wonders too close archie will try to edge behind you, not so subtly, while clearly panicking slightly. he might've lied to charles about being over what happened slightly.]
b. video games but in real life
[archie is sunbathing and watching all this. he has his shirt off (...a little to show off his SICK MUSCLES. he's still got a big ego.) and is wearing some shades.
he's not really interested in playing the games himself just yet - content to watch.]
wildcard
[u know the rules]
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Yo. What's up, my man? [Give him a high five, yo.] Having fun?
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[ Or, when his plus one (Spooky "OP" Jones) isn't around, Kyle can be found with a paper plate full of food on one of the picnic blankets chillaxing. Or maybe you find him when a wasp has him paralyzed with fear as it crawls all over him like a beautiful red flower. Do they even like red? Well, it sure likes him! Someone help! ]
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[a blonde dude, with a piece of watermelon half-raised to his mouth, has stop to be agog at the wasp issue occurring]
Like, I've never seen any that big. And I've seen a surprising amount of wasps. It's top-tier. Dude, don't move.
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Grill!
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Sakuri l OTA
[Sakuri comes with a gift, because while it's not a housewarming party, Charles is really nice and it's just polite in Japan to give gifts to someone when they invite you over to something like this. She thinks; she was never invited to anything big back home. In any case, scrunched up in her arms, not easily transported, is a rug nearly as tall as she is, which she made with spare fabric one night when she couldn't sleep.
She's stumbling a little trying to get it over to Charles and Erik, though. Somebody really should help her, or at least tell her that since she's 4"9 carrying a four foot tall rug was probably a bad idea.]
2. Food And Mingling
[Sakuri isn't really great with anything about even low-key parties like this. She's in the only dress she owns, along with a blouse that was her very first sewing project here. Both were gotten from a thrift store and had to be repaired, modified, and then tailored so they wouldn't fall off her tiny frame. The results are pretty good, she thinks, even if it's more of a spring color combination than a summer one. She rarely feels pretty, but she feels like she's making a good first impression for once, so her stutter is at an all time low as she makes her way a bit hesitantly over to the food and asks,] Ah, e-excuse me, um, what's good, out o-of all this? I haven't t-tried most of it before but it smells great!
3. Relaxing
[She's always been an alert little thing, especially after all the things she went through back home. But with all these people around just eating and talking, the warm air tempered by a cool breeze, she finds herself smiling without needing a reason, for once content just to sit around eating food and watching people do their things. She doesn't know these American games, but she could easily be persuaded to try one, and the atmosphere in general seems to be doing her good, as she's humming happily to herself; Japanese people in attendance from her era might recognize it as the opening theme to Full Moon Wo Sagashite, one of her favorite shows.
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[archie puts a hand on the rug, trying to stabilize both her and it.]
You want some help, there?
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D33 | OTA
[Most of the picnic's attendees appear to be having a good enough time eating, drinking, mingling with one another, or simply wandering about. And then there's D33, who at any given moment throughout the picnic can be found clinging to the nearest wall, quietly (though not necessarily subtly) observing those around him. He is doing his best to go unnoticed without literally disappearing into the shadows, though he can probably be found popping out of one (again, quite literally) a time or two throughout the event. Really, he is beginning to wonder why he didn't just settle on remaining hidden the entire time and gathering intel, but he does suppose that he was technically invited to the event (
where is that Father Maxwell, anyway?) and should probably at least make an attempt at appearing to be normal - but really, D33 just isn't very good at that.[Really, as much as his own pride would argue, D33, to most, probably appears to be nothing more than a socially awkward young man who has never been to a cook out before. Maybe you can find a way to bring him out of his shell a little.]
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Yo! Wasn't sure if you'd actually show up! [Duo grins cheerfully from behind D33, appearing out of nowhere as he was wont to do. Luckily, since this is a cookout, and boys are meant to chow down, he's even brought a plated burger and chips! He motions for D33 to take one- the other is his, of course.]
Eat up. Erik's not a bad griller, I gotta say. And don't give me none of that 'I'm not eating this it's poisoned' junk, before you decide to get all paranoid on me. If I was gonna kill you you'd know it.
[He's all very casual about this, isn't he? He leans against the wall too and starts on his burger.]
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Re: D33 | OTA
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Anatoly Eldarov / OTA
[Anatoly didn't just bring a very large container of mushroom and onion pirozhki, he volunteers to help make whatever needs making. He has hosted enough big family gatherings to know a hand is always needed in the kitchen. He locates whoever is making something and hones in on them.] Do you need a hand?
2. Awkward Picnic
[It's a lovely day and he is from a cold climate, so the whole idea of a picnic is a bit strange to him, but he's doing his best to integrate himself into the modern world. He mills about, not comfortable enough with the heat to sit down, nibbling on various things that are kosher, wondering if he should make more of an effort. In all fairness to him, he doesn't know these people and he's exhausted from trying to work out his emotional distress after the clone drama and trying to work on his lightning powers.
Somebody come say hi to the tired Russian grandpa in the corner?]
3. Wildcard
MAGNUS
[Magnus' contribution to the cookout is a bag of enormous, delicious marshmallows, some truly, truly shitty graham crackers (think cardboard with brown sugar), and a single solitary packet of chocolate squares (better move fast). while it's clear his budget was maybe not the best, he is offering to do the messy work of creating smores over the grill while others lounge around in chairs. feel free to help him gather sticks for less languid others to roast their own, shamelessly lay about while getting free smores craft services, or catch him when he's taken a break from his work, and just made a single marshmallow for himself and to his own tastes -- extra crispy, which explains why it's on fire. a sudden pop of grease from the grill causes him to startle back, sending the flaming pile of sugar up and over the picnic. yikes yikes yikes?]
( b ) IN VALHALLA REAL WARRIORS FIGHT WITH BALLOONS
[you can also find Magnus diligently filling up what appears to be a fairly large bucket of dollar-store water balloons. they pop extremely easily, and his shorts and feet are completely wet, but he doesn't mind. the war shall soon begin -- are you friend or foe?]
( c ) TOO MANY BIRDS
[Magnus helps cleaning up after the main events of food have been put away by feeding half-eaten hot dog and hamburger buns to the interested wildlife lining the edges of the property. only... only for whatever reason, there's about fifteen pigeons swarming Magnus, who does not look like he is having a great time, as pigeons fight very close to his head for the good good crumbs in his hands]
Pthha, ppffa. Holy Sif, one got in my mouth.
[the feathers, my gods]
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A... I KNOW NUMBERS AND LETTERS
A is AAAAAAAAAAA ARCANINE
B is for Blue does not care about your trauma
C is for Come On, Dude, COME ON
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john murphy | ota!!
[ as murphy does any time someone is offering free food, he has come with his ratty backpack, and his ziploc bags, and while he's picking up every other thing to taste test, a few of them are getting stuffed into his plastic lined pockets rather sneakily. he is an apocalypse squirrel over-storing for the nuclear winter. it's clear what he thinks of each dish, murphy making no attempt to conceal how his nose wrinkles up at something he doesn't really like, or how something he does gets the entire piece shoved into his mouth immediately after the initial testing nibble.
beyond that, he isn't a terribly social person, and even more, he's not that pleasant when he does attempt to mix with the natives. or his peers. or people who might've been his friends at some point or another. take the girl who accompanied him here, for instance - raven reyes. she looks ready to strangle him every few second, and yet, when asked, claims to be his friend. it's complicated.
thus, he's surprised when some person somewhere attempts to wrangle him into one of the games, murphy just giving a shake of his head, and stepping away. apparently this person is persistent, because there's more urging, and come on and it's fun, and somehow, because his lonely ass self sees other people having fun and gets bitter over it, but still does not want to involve himself, this annoys him all the more. ]
In most half-intelligent societies, this? This means 'no'. [ 'this' being him pointing at his head, while he exaggeratedly shakes it. this is by far not the most picnic friendly tone. ] There's also the informal version, which goes a little like this -
[ the fun-haver is now being given the finger. ]
CLOSED TO RAVEN;
Has a very commune feel to it, doesn't it? [ murphy's idly commenting to raven as they pace along the lawn in the backyard of the massive X-family home, looking deeply out of place in this cheerful picnic, wearing his torn up clothes, dark colors and sullen eyes. ] I never actually saw the Mountain Men, but I figure it'd look about like this.
[ happy and weird. because happy is weird to people from the Ark. there is only rationing and survival and misery. we don't waste resources with extravagant feasts. or play horseshoes. fucking weird. also, the mountain men wouldn't be outside, would they? ]
But, you know, writhing in horrifying irradiation, I guess.
[ hm. ]
CLOSED TO KAVINSKY + REGGIE;
[ kavinsky had turned him down for the picnic thing, in no uncertain words. in pissy, irritated ones, actually, which had gotten him an arched brow and an eyeroll, before murphy moved on with life, assuming he was just having A Moment, as he does.
that was before murphy spotted him across the horseshoe field strolling around with some dude. typically, he isn't really the jealous type (no, that's bullshit, he definitely is), and he doesn't approach the two of them with the intent call shenanigans. at least not the 'skank ur cheating on me' kind of shenanigans, but there's definitely some eye squinting going on as he paces over, hands in his pockets, completely ignoring the other guy as he steps into kavinsky's path and speaks to him directly. ]
Thought you weren't coming.
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right now, he's drinking out of a red solo cup with his special guest, asian reggie, inquiring about the other boy's ability to magically produce alcohols with unusual effects.
correction: he was drinking beer and talking about magical girl superpowers, right up until murphy set himself in his path.
kavinsky pauses before his next sip of beer. for a moment, he regards the other boy with a mild-mannered, pleasant interest, that was actually designed in a top-secret laboratory to make a person want to rake his face off with their fingernails. his smile is immaculate.] Hey, Murph. I changed my mind. Have you met John Murphy? [this latter question is to reggie, toward whom kavinsky turns, politely including him in the unwanted gay drama, because that's what you do when you have manners, murphy.]
I'M SO SORRY FOR THE DELAY
wtffff i forgot to track this and i suck
MINGLING
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