Cassandra "scoffs with compassion" Igarashi (
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WHO: The residents of Maurtia Falls #004 and many friends
WHERE: MF4
WHEN: Late September
WHAT: Family Dinner: The Return. After a long hiatus, it has returned. If you are a friend of any of the residents, assume you're invited to eat!
WARNINGS: None now, will add if needed.
[ The last time there was a dinner in this house, there were different stresses, slightly different residents, and no one had died yet. Perhaps you can't blame anyone for not planning another group meal soon after that.
Since then, though, things have been...mostly quiet. Comparatively. Yes, the world is still a shitshow (in Cassandra's own opinion), but the residents of the house are back into a fairly domestic routine, and any threats to reality are ambiguous enough that one can occasionally pretend they're on the periphery rather than clearly encroaching. So friends are finally being invited to Maurtia Falls #004 again, in the hopes that performing normalcy will allow it to be retained.
Or...something like that. There's also something nice about ordering a bunch of takeout and letting other people bring over food.
For any new guests, the building is the epitome of cleanliness- Rex lives here, after all- and nondescript to the point of it being a little surreal. Plenty of alcohol in the fridge, though, and a mysterious cupboard marked "Martin's Things." Maybe don't open it. Besides that, the only other thing to call out is a goldfish in a tank in the living room.
In any case, even if the building is a little boring, the people don't seem to be that way. Then again, maybe boring's what you're here for? Better than chaotic around here. ]
WHERE: MF4
WHEN: Late September
WHAT: Family Dinner: The Return. After a long hiatus, it has returned. If you are a friend of any of the residents, assume you're invited to eat!
WARNINGS: None now, will add if needed.
[ The last time there was a dinner in this house, there were different stresses, slightly different residents, and no one had died yet. Perhaps you can't blame anyone for not planning another group meal soon after that.
Since then, though, things have been...mostly quiet. Comparatively. Yes, the world is still a shitshow (in Cassandra's own opinion), but the residents of the house are back into a fairly domestic routine, and any threats to reality are ambiguous enough that one can occasionally pretend they're on the periphery rather than clearly encroaching. So friends are finally being invited to Maurtia Falls #004 again, in the hopes that performing normalcy will allow it to be retained.
Or...something like that. There's also something nice about ordering a bunch of takeout and letting other people bring over food.
For any new guests, the building is the epitome of cleanliness- Rex lives here, after all- and nondescript to the point of it being a little surreal. Plenty of alcohol in the fridge, though, and a mysterious cupboard marked "Martin's Things." Maybe don't open it. Besides that, the only other thing to call out is a goldfish in a tank in the living room.
In any case, even if the building is a little boring, the people don't seem to be that way. Then again, maybe boring's what you're here for? Better than chaotic around here. ]
Mingling and helping clean up etc
Ahsoka also rather needed something to lean on, something perhaps a little more familiar. Like Rex and his familiar, steady presence. Times were changing for her, and while not necessarily bad, she was still trying to find her footing. So she'd jumped at the chance to meet the people Rex was close to, and brought an appetizer dish (something she'd been told was a 'corn salsa' and paired with chips) to add to what would be shared around by...however many people showed up.
She wasn't afraid to get her hands dirty though, despite being a guest, and helped out wherever it was hinted help would be appreciated. She would smile and talk to whomever came up to her, but tended to spend more time just listening and watching the variety of people Rex had let into his life.
pre-dinner
In any case, Cassandra's always eager to make some sense of Rex's life in his own world. When she approaches, holding a mug of coffee, she doesn't exactly look traditionally friendly (she's bad at that), but there's interest in her eyes.
"You're Ahsoka, right?"
no subject
It's why he's made at least three distinct bits of eye contact with the most-definitely strangest-looking person present without saying a word or even daring approach before the inevitable flow of people and moving about has him wound up next to her in his attempt to avoid being crowded elsewhere.
Again, another big of staring. He wasn't raised knowing it was rude, but there's a timid quality to him that is quick to have him look away when seen in turn. It's better than it used to be, at least, which is why he actually tries.
"Um. Hello."
cleaning up
These little gatherings weren't exactly her usual cup of tea either. She was — a very private person, to put it politely. And tired, all the damn time. But she could afford to put in an effort now and then, and this was one of those days. Currently, most of that effort was being devoted to trying to get various dirty plates and glasses from the table and into the sink.
Unfortunately, Rex (the goldfish) was also participating in the party, wheeling around in the mobile fishbowl that a certain robot had built for him. He wheeled conveniently right into Andy's path, tripping her with her armful of plates just as she crossed the threshold into the kitchen —
"FUCK!"