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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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[ God he talks like Minho. ]

So you're a Newton wannabe.

I'd stick with the lizard thing.

[Excuse you maybe Minho talks like him.]

Not really. [Shrugging and taking another sip.] But I don't know my real name, so Newt's all I've got. I've grown rather attached to it, all things considered.

[ Amnesia?? Total cliche. ]

Sounds like you're gonna start telling me a story. Get on with it then.

[Newt smiles, amused.]

Does it? Because I wasn't really planning to. Do you want a story?

[ SHUT UP JUST TELL HIM THE STORY. ]

Hold on.

[ He quickly takes a big gulp of his new drink, trying to swallow without tasting it and immediately regretting his life when it burns the entire way down. ]

Yeah, go.

You're determined to like it, aren't ya?

[Probably every Glader was like that the first time Frypan made moonshine. It was awful but they still forced it down.]

I wouldn't exactly call it a story. [Shrugging, taking a long sip and clearing his throat.]

A bunch of scientists blocked our memories and dropped us in a giant maze to see how we'd deal with it. And when we got out of there, they locked us in a dorm to starve for three days and tattoo'd all of us as their property. And accordin' to my friends, they tossed us out into a wasteland after that and told us to cross it for a cure to a disease they supposedly gave us. None of us have started showin' symptoms of it, so I'm guessing it's probably a load of klunk. Is that enough of a story for you?

I do like it.

[ HE'S GOING TO FINISH IT. He takes another long sip right after Newt does, because he's 80% sure he just did that to show off. It's still god awful though. ]

Sounds like you were labrats. Put 'em in a maze, make sure everyone knows they're yours, starve 'em when you're bored, scare 'em for the hell of it. Then at the end of it all, you kill 'em when you're done. Bet you had that to look forward to.

[Nishi is 80% wrong. Newt did it because he was thirsty, because he rarely does anything to show off to anybody. He's not like some people here.]

Now you're catching on. [A humorless smile that's quickly hidden behind his cup again.] I wouldn't be surprised if you're right.

[He shrugs.] Anyway, they gave us all code names, the only thing we could remember when we woke up in the Glade. Mine was Newt.

[ Nishi is never wrong. Newt is only here to show him up with his advanced drinking prowess, and all Nishi's trying to do is sit around and have a good time. He didn't ask to be attacked this way. ]

The Glade was the maze? At least the people who owned you had a sense of humor.

[If it weren't for Newt, Nishi wouldn't have a drink in the first place to have a good time with.]

Nah, the Glade was in the middle of the Maze. There were walls and doors between us and the Maze. A good thing too when night came around.

[ Not everyone is as eager to get 14 year olds wasted as Newt is. ]

Hah. There was something else in there.

[ That's the only explanation that makes sense to him. There'd be no other reason to shut the maze off. ]

[He doesn't know his age, he cannot be held accountable for getting a minor wasted ok.]

You'd be right. Grievers, we call 'em. Nasty buggers, they'd kill you if you were found out there after dark.

[ Here comes a wave of intense interest, and suddenly Nishi is tuned into this conversation 100%. ]

How'd they kill you?

[Well this is definitely the first time he's been asked that question. It's a little weird, but it's not a red flag yet.]

No way nice, that's for sure. They had all sorts of saws and the like stickin' out of them, so I'm sure you can guess what it was like.

[ That sounds like the coolest thing he's ever heard. He wishes he had one. ]

Like going through a meat grinder?

That's buggin' disgusting, but I guess it's something like that. I didn't exactly want to look too long at it.

Edited 2015-01-09 00:00 (UTC)

You should've. It would've been awesome to watch.

[ oh yeah this is why he has no friends. ]

[Well there's his red flags. You almost had a friend Nishi, almost.

Newt lowers his cup, eyes narrowed.]

Think it's time for this conversation to be over.

[ You were almost cool, Newt. So very close.

Nishi goes from excited to annoyed in less than a second flat, clicking his tongue and looking away, sipping his drink. ]

Whatever.

[Newt regards him with a much more guarded expression now. He regrets telling him anything at all. Maybe he's just too trusting. It's a bad habit he needs to do something about.]

How about you go find somebody else to hassle?

[ Nishi gives him the flattest look imaginable, like he's got no idea how Newt came up with the world's most stupid idea. ]

How about you? This is my house.

[Wow, he suddenly feels terrible for April.]

One of April's flatmates? [He arches a brow, but moves to stand up.] Fair enough, think it's about time to eat anyway.

[ He doesn't like Newt at all. What's the deal here? If he's annoyed, Newt should be annoyed too!

He's very much still a child in the way he pointedly does not get up, crossing his legs and making himself comfortable for a stake out. ]

Then go.

[Oh, he is. He's just a lot better at hiding the fact that he's annoyed. He turns, holding his hand up in a half-assed farewell.]

Later. [But hopefully never. And he's making his way towards the kitchen.]

Edited 2015-01-26 18:59 (UTC)