[Event Mingle] Great Full Day!

[trpmods]

At last it is here, the day An Nu and Ga Re told you about has arrived. While the last few days may have been a bit of a trial with the whole replicator going a bit wonky thing, but that’s no reason not to celebrate, right? Right! Good thing too, because the Whale Comb Sent Her is absolutely awash with what must be seasonal good cheer. The whole outside of the building is wrapped in vines, though thankfully this time they seem to be made primarily of a thick sort of cloth, and the fall colors to them are also painted on. There’s no doubt that the decorations come from your friendly Agrii either, because apparently they feel that pink and purple are also very valid color choices for fall foliage, so enjoy those splashes of color too.

Inside the decorations continue, the fabric vines ringing the room at a height that would clearly be natural for the Agrii. Amid them are painted cloth banners announcing things like WHALE COMB and EAT MUCH and GREAT FULL and of course the ever present THANK YOU. Around all of these are cloth and paper pictures that wouldn’t look out of place in an elementary school classroom around Thanksgiving. You’ve got your handprint animals, foam shape plants, and vividly painted pictures of tables full of food with Agrii around it as a group. And sometimes in those last ones there are little drawings that… wait, He Row, is that you? Well, they did say you were celebrating together, so maybe that’s what they meant.

But of course people didn’t just come here for the wonderful decorations. You’re here for the food, for the feast, for the togetherness. Good news is that the Agrii have you covered on that as well. A series of tables have been set up in the Sent Her, much like when He Rows first arrived on Agra-10. Along one wall is a long series of tables covered with pink and purple cloths, and over the majority of these are the foods the Agrii have sent down. There are platters of hamburgers (which taste like peanut butter), and plates of peanut butter sandwiches (which also taste like peanut butter). There are pies that look like they’re apple and taste like iced tea. There are more ‘traditional’ things too, which are things like green bean casseroles, vegetable lasagnas, and even some seventeen layer dip to go with all of the chips. There’s apparently no meat though. Not from the Agrii at least.

The even better news is that this isn’t all there is. A whole two tables of space have been left open for the He Rows to bring their own food offerings, or the results of their replicator experiences. The Agrii have been kind enough to leave out plenty of extra plates and serving utensils as well, so no one should worry about there not being enough. And hopefully what your fellows have brought is very tasty. Or came out in a reasonable size or volume from the replicator.

Then there are the tables laid out in the middle of the room. They are round things with only a few seats at each, and there are name tags? Apparently the Agrii thought they might help you get to know each other this Great Full with random seating. Hope your table mate is fun. At each space there is also a little cloth baggie of… oh wow, is that candy? Yes it is! Those sweets are going to be a great reward for after dinner. Or during it. And surely there’s nothing strange that comes from eating them at all.

Finally, there’s even something for those whose entertainment isn’t to be found in eating. The Agrii have been studying their He Rows for a while now, and they know what you need. One side of the room is dedicated to other forms of entertainment. There’s a big poster drawn of what looks to be a glownie, but lacking a tail. Ah but don’t worry, there are tails made of cloth in a bowl nearby for He Rows to restore to the paper glownie. Don’t worry about injury to the paper glownie, it’s all done with magnets! For those who aren’t about tail pinning there are other fun things to be done. There’s a karaoke machine in the corner, clearly the Agrii remember how much fun that was. Wait… Is that the exact one that He Row Billy loaned to the Deep End? Apparently so. And last but far from least is the most important of celebration games: a booth with a stack of personal peanut butter pies and a sign saying ‘Eat Fast Count Is!’ Which probably means eating contests for those brave enough to face that much peanut butter.

FAQ
Do we need to make our own logs for this?
No. You’re welcome to use this post to make Top Levels for this mingle. Get out there and enjoy your celebration together.

We’re not obligated to that randomized seating are we?
Nope! We just felt it could be a handy way to explain mingling with other He Rows you might not normally talk to.

What if our character would bring food?
Our best suggestion is to note that in your TLs. Who knows, maybe your creativity with cooking or the silliness of your offering (or the results of a poor replicator situation) could be fun for others to enjoy.

Can we still use the replicator here and now?
Absolutely. If that sort of chaos is what you want to have fun with, then have at it. Besides people here can probably help you eat your way through any food you get.

That candy seems sorta suspicious. What’s up with that?
Great question. Each baggie will have a random assortment of little gummy candies that are shaped like Agrii heads, complete with three eyes, smile, and little teeth. Each one even has their own unique flavor. And their own unique side effects.

Yellow - Maple Flavored - Makes eater more energetic and friendly
Green - Sour Apple Flavored - Makes eater feels mischievous and is more likely to play pranks and tell jokes
Blue - Dark Lager Flavored - Makes eater tell the truth for half an hour (is not actually alcoholic
Purple - Chocolate Flavored - Makes eater very affectionate or romantically inclined
Red - Cinnamon Flavored - Makes eater easily angered or quick to challenge other people

Comments

Questions?

[trpmods]

If we didn't address them, feel free to ask them here!

[quark_assassin]

What happens if a character eats multiple candies of different types at the same time, or one type while under the effects of a different type?

Tony // OPEN

[in_extremis]

a. take a seat
Of course Tony didn't immediately forget that this was happening. He only arrived incredibly late in the day, not extremely, and only briefly looked guilty that he had shown up empty handed when he spotted the open tables awaiting food. He quickly pulled his sunglasses back on despite the low light, and tucked his hands into his pockets. He couldn't have forgotten, because he certainly looked dressed for a party, sharply shaved and perfumed and in an impossibly perfectly pressed suit, and all artfully undone like he had already been in attendance long enough to have seduced the hostess. He went sauntering easily across the room, despite not really being sure what else to expect as he did his best to take in as much as possible behind his glasses, squinting with some trepidation at the crude drawing he could see hanging next to the karaoke machine that was clearly supposed to be Cayde. Or maybe Felwinter. In his focus, he found his feet had carried him to the centre of the room, and before a table with a name tag on it that definitely did not bear his name. He draped himself into the seat anyway, snatching up the tag and throwing it swiftly over his shoulder. His now. The baggie needed more investigation, breaking Tony's illusion of looking like he knew exactly what he was doing once he pulled it toward himself and finally paused, staring down into it then giving an experimental sniff. It smelled sweet, and the sugar was definitely tempting; something of a rarity after a city was abandoned. Like with all of the other food, though, he had to hold himself at a distance, with some longing and a finger tucked into the bag, and muttered, "What do you think they're made of?" It probably wasn't worth the risk, without someone to run the tests for him.

b. try the food
What should have been safe was food that Tony had made himself, so he probably should have done the proper thing and had the forethought to bring the offering like he had been told. Luckily, he could rectify that problem quickly, because the replicator was still here, and he was pretty sure he had gotten the hang of its new idiosyncrasies when he found that he had no limits anymore. He had a lot of materials to produce, after all. Several things helped: requesting something that the replicator had made before, using English, and being very specific. He got most of the way there as he sauntered over, and all of his anxiety came out in a rush as he blurted, "Milkshake. In a glass. Six." Six would fill up a table, right?

What the replicator produced was a strange jangling sound. With a frown of concern, Tony bent to peer into it, and found a group of milky-white glass...objects. They had what looked like long stems with curved blossoms on top, a taunting parody of a champagne flute, and they were all trembling. The glass ringing together had an effect like a melodious windchime, and it went abruptly discordant as Tony reached curiously for the closest one. All of the Milkshakes recoiled then scattered. They came bursting out of the replicator, scuttling on their stems, darting around Tony to group up again and flee as a tight unit toward safety, under one of the tables. There, their trembling song continued.

With a lip raised, Tony stared after them, then slowly turned an accusatory glare on the replicator. Maybe that was too many words. "Coffee," he tried plainly. For his effort, he received one perfectly roasted coffee bean, fragrant and shiny. It was the size of a six month old baby, and Tony had to hoist it up to cradle in his arms.

c. make yourself at home
The performance was exhausting, and the smell of peanut butter overwhelming. Outside, the night was cool, verging on frosty, and the first deep breath of the chilled air was a welcome invigoration as Tony stepped out then slouched against the colourfully decorated wall. It quickly went from invigorating to just cold, making his shoulders drop with his arms drawn in tight, his undone collar inviting attention more from the wind than it had anything or anyone else. But Tony stayed, drawing a stolen cigarette from his pocket, only to tip his head back against the wall in frustration once it was between his lips and tuck his hands into his armpits to keep them warm. It wasn't like they had anything to light this cigarette with.

B.

[crystalmaster]

Radley is standing nearby and is definitely going WTH at the shaking milk and the giant coffee bean. He can't hold back a snarking laugh.

"Well, it looks like I was right to be wary of that thing," he chuckles.

c

[deal_me_in]

"All partied out already, chief?"

For someone made of metal, he sure could be a ghost sometimes for how quiet he was. Must be the Hunter part of him. One got real good at sneaking even when they weren't meaning to. The Exo dropped down from the roof, giving like it was a normal thing, but then for Cayde, it could be, more or less.

He cast a glance towards the doorway and the hum of conversation from inside before moseying over to the wall to take up a position against beside Tony. Holding a hand up, he gave his thumb and forefinger a rub and a flick before offering a tiny but bright, golden flame that licked across the tip of his leather-covered finger without seeming to burn.

A

[buildingitsir]

Tony's not the only one late. Since dealing with Dustin and that little part he had made as... let's be real, experiment a bit to see if it was compatible, the android didn't feel like going outside. The pins had melted and had to be removed to keep from short circuiting the other hardware around it, the OEM didn't even slot in anymore, so that meant his right ear input was still offline.

So he doesn't really hold it against himself to be late. And he arrives after Tony, also empty handed with his LED glowing through his black shirt. York doesn't think to bring any food as an offering with him, because how would he know what was good? He couldn't eat any of it. He spots some guy at a table wearing fucking sunglasses of all things. He's walking near when the namecard goes up and he catches a glimpse of his own name.

"Hey. Fuckwad, that's my seat."

C

[plate_builder]

It had been a longer day than he had expected, but not one that was bad in a way that Reeve could quantify. He was actually quite content with it. And unlike Tony, he'd even been here since the beginning. So for him it was about time to consider tidying back up and heading home. Which was a bit harder to do when Mini was over at the karaoke machine belting out a song.

Reeve could design the cat to do many things, but sing? No, that hadn't been successful. It was a relief to step outside. And, seeing Tony there, he had stepped over toward his friend. Noting the unlit cigarette he produced a glowing green orb form his pocket, rolling it easily between his fingers.

"Need a light?"

b

[art_of_war]

Thrawn watched the group of Milkshakes divide in order to flee around Tony. Thrawn watched, now extremely curious, as they reunited as a group and proceeded to escape under a table. Thrawn also watched as Tony instead hoisted up a single large bean for making caf.

"At least the bean has not tried to flee from you yet."

C;

[sinistral]

Maybe it was just the wrong side of chilly to be lingering for very long in the evening air, but Tony wasn't the only one who decided he needed a break from inside. The Soldier had abandoned the party a while ago in favor of leaning against the outer wall of the apparent party central. He wasn't stargazing, he wasn't clearing his head, he wasn't any of the typical flimsy excuses people saw right through but used anyway. He simply felt more comfortable away from the crowd, a shadow holding up the side of the building.

Maybe Tony saw him when he chose his own spot. Maybe not. Close enough for conversation but far enough to not feel obligated; the Soldier could be content to just leave him in peace, or even to slip away silently himself. But he was supposed to be socializing — not an order but a strong suggestion that he might enjoy himself if he tried. In his mind, he'd tried. Mission accomplished.

But it still left him leaning against the wall with Tony a short distance away and now doing something with an unlit cigarette. Nothing for it, he supposed. "Those things will kill you, you know." He shrugged. "Or so they say."

Ed | OTA

[saltnpepperbeard]

The food

Ed had stolen away most of the cutlery in an attempt to properly set the table by his offering, though there didn't seem to be the variety Stede had taught him about.

As for his food, Ed seems to have brought two dishes after his first attempt didn't go as expected. There's a plate of pastel purple bars, with a lovely floral scent, though they taste a bit (lot) like soap (exactly like soap). Clearly this one must have been made in error (nope). Hopefully you like them since Ed has a small mountain beside the table to replenish the plate.

His second offering is a large steaming taurine, filled with a lilac soup. It lacks the soap taste but not the floral notes.

Purple [no minors]

The candy is sweet, and Ed finds he's rather fond of it despite the odd texture. And something of that sweetness seems to have rubbed off on him, eyes wrinkling with a smile as he leans close to his table mate, a hand gripping their thigh beneath the table.

"You any good with a sword?" he asks with a playful smirk



Red

The candy burns in pleasing way, and seems to ignite something in Ed. His posture shifts, gaze darkening, now very much Blackbeard and *not* Ed. You take his cup, an easy mistake, but it's met with a sudden sudden anger, knife stabled into the table frighteningly close to your fingers.

"That's mine," he growls.

😏💜

[in_extremis]

Watching Edward eat the candies did effectively put Tony off of them. He had a strange, animalistic posture, and the volume of his hair and beard had a multiplicative effect as he chewed and considered the merits of his...prey. Tony nudged his own bag away, frowning at it for ever being tempting, and was startled by the sudden invasion of his space. It made him freeze, eyebrows raised and gaze down at the table like me might see through it and to the hand he could feel squeezing his thigh, before shooting Edward a sidelong look to asses what exactly the game was now.

"I'm a fast learner," felt like a safely ambiguous answer, until he figured out where this was going, or at least where that hand was going. Showing up to a party without a date and leaving with one wasn't a novel experience, though it wasn't one that he'd had since being kidnapped, and it took Tony a moment to recall the subroutine to perch his chin on his fist and return the smirk.

Red

[ziedrich_bearer]

Seriously, dude, going to be like that? Gladio, currently between candies and definitely enjoying his meal, was completely not impressed by that. He looked at the knife, small as it was, rolled his eyes, and put the cup down.

"You ever consider just saying 'hey man, sorry but that one's mine'? Courtesy wouldn't kill you."

Purple (Because what a pick up line)

[plate_builder]

Here he was, just trying to focus on his meal, and there was something weird happening. So weird. Not as weird as that blue candy he had sampled that had tasted very much like beer, but still weird.

Reeve hadn't been this blatantly hit on since... Well, the last time Tony had hit on him. What could he say, Tony has very little like restraint. Still, he's raising an eyebrow at the action, instead of moving the hand away. Yes, he gets the line, but... Well, the honest reaction rolls right off the tongue without thinking.

"Going to admit, I've never heard that line before."

Food

[quark_assassin]

Dustin has been staying away from the Agrii offerings so far, waiting for others to try them first before he even pretends like he trusts that food enough to eat it, but the offerings brought by the rest of the attendees are fair game. They're all passively familiar enough for Dustin to assume that none of them are going to try and murder everyone else (except for maybe Bucky, and it probably wouldn't be with food).

So when Ed places down his heaping plate of purple bars that smell strongly of edible flowers, Dustin hesitates briefly before snatching one for his plate. He raises it to his mouth for a bite - hesitates again, because the floral smell is powerful enough that he's starting to get strong, scented candle vibes and is having second thoughts - and takes a cautious lick of it instead.

Immediately his nose crinkles in disgust, whipping his head around to shoot a betrayed glare at Ed.

"This is fucking soap," he spits. Yes, it could be argued that Dustin does need to wash his mouth out with one of these bars, but he is too hungry to see the irony right now.

Dustin | OTA

[quark_assassin]

I. Food

Dustin abhors a crowd. Parties, therefore, are a complete write-off for him. It takes a lot to get him to engage with such things - external motivations help, but personal obligation helps more. And in this case, the latter is what's driving him to show up to this one.

He arrives late, but not empty-handed. Dustin slinks into the Whale Comb Sent Her like he's in trouble, a savory-smelling dish tucked under his arm and partially wrapped in a towel to keep the heat off of his hands, sticking to the walls on a path to an empty spot on the serving table. His eyes flick between the decorations and the array of food, the full plates everyone has, though they never linger on the people themselves. Nametags are noted and subsequently ignored. Dustin places his dish down; it's a sort of baconroom stroganoff with a vegetable noodle base, not complicated but very warm and hearty and packed with protein. Then he grabs a plate of it for himself, not trusting any of the other food until he watches others eat it first, and plops into the nearest vacant seat to scarf it down like a feral animal.

Dustin pauses to cast a wary, sidelong glance at the person sitting next to him.

II. Candy

Once he's gotten his fill of food (and filled a few containers more of food that he's deemed safe to consume, for later), Dustin allows himself to be a little adventurous and try an after-dinner sweet. He watches others consume some of the candy around him. It seems safe; people aren't breaking out in hives or frothing at the mouth or anything, anyway, and he's bad enough at reading people's behavior to mistake their subtle personality changes as the giddiness or nerves caused by a raucous party environment that Dustin really doesn't get.

So he tries a couple - the yellow ones, which are almost sickly sweet. Dustin doesn't like them very much at first.

Then he gives them a second thought and decides that he likes them a lot. Actually, there's plenty more that he appreciates about this place, too. Free food? Company that he feels like he knows better than anyone he ever knew at home, and that have actually looked out for him? A relatively safe building to relax in? Dustin's ecstatic, about all of it.

A few minutes later, Dustin has loaded his plate up again with more food that he hasn't tried and is cheerfully - cheerfully, like with a big grin and everything - savoring every bite of it. "This is fucking delicious," he says through a mouthful of sandwich to anyone close enough to speak at. "Fucking love peanut butter! Fuck!!"

i

[small_compromise]

Omega's certainly become acclimated to being around other people, but it's a little easier here, or so she's found. Maybe it's because they're all strangers to this place like she is. That there aren't many others her age hasn't really bothered her, not that she hasn't been sad when those who had been had long since vanished, but she's simply used to being surrounded by adults, or at least those who look it.

While Dustin is wary of the food, the young clone is absolutely amazed by the spread. The overwhelming presence of peanut butter flavored food doesn't discourage her in the least, but it's not a flavor she's ever had until coming here and she and her brother probably enjoy it more than most people should. She's still considerate about what she puts on her plate, not wanting to take too much, even with all the encouragement to eat. She's even helped herself to some of Dustin's offering. It doesn't smell like peanut butter, which is probably for the best. There is too much of a good thing, after all.

"Hello," she greets cheerfully as she sets her plate down and settles into the seat beside Dustin. "Isn't all this food amazing? I've never seen so much."

Gladiolus Amicitia | FFXV | OTA

[ziedrich_bearer]

I. Disappointing Ramen

Gatherings where you brought food had never been Gladio's strong spot. Anything that wasn't a meal that could be heated over a camp stove wasn't in his wheelhouse for cooking before the Long Night, and after the sun had been winked out of their lives, food was more precious and no one cooked for only one person. No, you went out in Hunter packs, and there had always been someone that Gladio was with that knew how to cook. Was it any surprise then that Gladio, feeling bad that he'd brought no offering, made right for the 'souped up' replicator?

"Cup ramen. Maybe fifteen servings? Variety of flavors."

There was good news and bad news to this. The good news was that, in the grand scheme of things, Gladio didn't get the worst results. After all, there was ramen, and it was in cups. Except what he got was large, ceramic cappuccino mugs, each of which had less than a cup worth of ramen, noodles and broth together, in them.

"The fuck?"

II. Singing Man

Karaokee was nothing new to Gladiolus. It wasn't an uncommon thing to do in Insomnia before the fall. There had been a number of nights that, after some training, he had gone out with other young Crownsguard and even Glaives to drink and ignore the world with karaoke. Gladio knew he wasn't the best at it, but he also was far from the worst, and so he had stepped up to try his luck.

Except none of the songs were ones he knew. This wasn't filled with music from home. Somehow he found that he shouldn't have been shocked by this. At all.

At last he sighed and started flipping through things.

"I guess I'll take a request?" he suggested, frowning.

III. Candy Connection (Blue)

Truth was, the whole day was ending up a bit more fun than he'd expected. The Agrii sorta owed them after all of the recent mess that was going on with them, and the trouble they had gone through for their alien captors. So Gladio had tucked into the food, the fun (and yes, he'd pinned a tail on a glownie), and now it was time to wind down with some sweets. Not that he did sweets often, but today it felt like the right way to celebrate after a slice of peanut butter pie. So Gladio popped a blue candy into his mouth.

And once that was done he leaned back in his chair and sighed to himself.

"Well, it's better than a ball back home. Too many damn times standing around as a guard. Or with all those damn nobles introducing me to their eligible daughters. Fucking hell that always sucked so much more than drinking with the guard."

Chances were that the fact that Gladio was high nobility back home wasn't surviving the night.

[OOC: Welcome to interact with Gladio with any candy involved.]

II.

[crystalmaster]

Radley watched Gladio's confusion with some sympathy.

"What songs does it have?" He wondered if there was anything from his world.

Lark | Circle of Magic | OTA

[stitch_witch]

I. Food Offerings

Cooking for the sake of others was a familiar enough thing for Lark, and she had taken to it with a will. When the woman arrived it was after asking for help to haul her offering to the party. The large kettle of soup was put onto the table and Lark hummed happily at the presence there as she began to arrange her own basket of bread before it. Bread and soup, the perfect offerings for the fall. Add in that the soup was a lovely combination of mushrooms, vegetables, and a thick cream sauce (there had been SO much cream when she'd gone to replicate, and it had been a windfall), and it was perfect.

"There," she said as she finished arranging her basket of herb breads off to one side of the soup, and the basket of fruit and nut studded sweet bread on the other side... Well, she's been enjoying this. She could provide for those people around her, and she didn't even want credit for it. She just left the food there. Well, no. she got a bowl of soup first.

"Just like home. Except not at all."

II. Random Seating

Was it truly a great gathering feast if you only seated yourself by those people which you knew? Lark was happy enough to take her plate, loaded with small samplings of food both from the He Rows and the Agrii, and she moved gracefully through the seats to find a place to settle down. At last she found her name and put down her plate and cup. For a moment she looked lost, her hands reaching down to tuck skirts, or perhaps her green robes into a good position to sit. But alas, she hadn't dyed new green cloth to make a new set of robes, and so the woman had arrived in leggings and a sweater of her own creation, and she looked confused for a moment.

And then she looked to the seat and promptly sat on it, easily curling her legs under herself in effortless contortion that should probably not common in most women her age in her own world.

"Mila, thank you for the bounty before me, and may your grace guide us all," she said before looking around the table at any companions she might have.

"We are truly all lucky for this moment of peace after all we have been through.

III. Candy Queen (Yellow)

Lark had allowed herself, for a lovely little change, some extra treats after her meal. In addition to a piece of something that was labeled pie but had tasted like no fruit she knew (oh to be new to peanut butter), she had selected a piece of candy from her baggie. Truly it was just the first one she had selected at random, and when she had popped it in her mouth she had sighed in pleasure.

"Sweet and simple," she noted of the flavor as it pervaded her senses. "Reminds me of Rosethorn's energy tea."

Of course as she worked through her candy she found she couldn't begin to sit still. Old energy, like when she was a youth, and she rose from her seat to try and work off some of the energy. Surely it came from the food. Lark moved away from the tables until she found a clear space, and closed her eyes to think for a moment before she started to flip and cartwheel and tumble around with all of the grace and skill of a highly experienced acrobat.

[OOC: Welcome to interact with Lark with any candy involved.]

I. Food Offerings

[in_extremis]

There wasn't much alien food that Tony knew he could trust, but he knew Lark's soup was good. She didn't have to stick around to take credit for it; when Tony eventually gathered the will to wander along the table, hands tucked into his pockets to keep from tasting despite the curious nagging in his gut, he knew exactly where this kettle must have come from with a sniff. He lingered there a little mournfully, alternately telling himself that he could live without it, and that he could just try it, and that it was inevitable that he was back in the bottle eventually and a bit of soup wasn't the worst way to find his way there.

The drawing pinned on the wall just above the pot, when Tony convinced himself to tear his focus away from it, presented him with an innocently smiling Omega, sharing a hug with an Agrii. One of them was definitely the wrong height. He narrowed his eyes and took a swaying step back from the soup, convinced by that crude smile that Omega probably didn't need a drunk to worry about in her life. He was still staring at that drawing, though, trying to work out why it felt so weird.

Reeve Tuesti | FF7 | OTA

[plate_builder]

I. "Coffee"

The Replicator was something Reeve should have thought not to trust, not when the Agrii had 'helped' with it. But he'd accidentally spent the whole night before up late, doing some work with the lumber he had put by in storage to season for future work. So the first thing Reeve did when he entered (beyond scoff at the decorations), was make for the replicator.

"Black coffee, twenty ounces, hot," he directed the machine and waited while the replicator worked, helping Mini out of his shoulder back in the mean time and ready for the cat to head off.

Then he reached out to get his coffee much, only frown as he raised it enough to small the liquid.

"What?" he asked, before sitting it, not even noticing that the replicator was already making another cup. "Is that... chicory? Ugh!"

Then he turns to see the next cup.

"Oh no."

Even as he said it, a third cup appeared, with a fourth. This was trouble.

II. Mini Singing Mistake

Left on his own and without the ability to eat, Mini knew he had to find his own form of entertainment. Entertainment that, in the moment, took the form of him investigating the karaokee machine. The last itme he had seen it up and active had been when they had been on the Agrii ship. Back before Mini even had a voice.

Well, this time he could have fun too. The cat climbed onto the little raised area and then started to struggle with the microphone stand.

"Oy! Someone give mah a wee bit o' help here!"

He was going to sing, dammit. It was a very cat thing to do after all.

III. Candy Hearts [No Minors Please]

Food, drink, and comradarie. This was not a thing that Reeve was at all used to when dealing with celebrations. Most of his experiences were for fundraisers or corporate get togethers. All told he was having a lot of fun with the day, and he'd had no problem with the food or games (though keeping Mini away from the Karaokee machine was a bit of an ongoing battle).

For now he knew he just needed some rest, and for that Reeve had found a relatively quiet table to sit at once more, this time with some warm sweet bread (because of course he couldn't have coffee), and he nursed what had quickly become his favorite of the candies. Chocolate flavor mixed with a gummy taste had been strange and he thought it was not the best combination, but chocolate itself was a guilty pleasure of his.

"Now if only there was chocolate here more often."

[OOC: Welcome to interact with Reeve with any candy involved.]

3;

[sinistral]

The table Reeve found was quiet perhaps because it was tucked as far off to the side as possible. The Agrii could take it up with him if they didn't like his interruption of their seating plan but surely even they couldn't complain about people needing a quiet break from the festivities. And here it brought over one of the few people who the Soldier felt marginally comfortable enough to let down some of his own guard.

Only some of it though; it was still an Agrii gathering. The Soldier wasn't entirely that trusting.

He inclined his head toward Reeve when he sat, noting the candy in Reeve's possession. He didn't go much for sweets himself — he preferred fruit if he wanted something sweet — but chocolate indeed seemed rare. "A rare treat?"

Lauri-Ell | Marvel-616 | OTA

[kree_soldieress]

I. Decoration Exploration

This was something unlike anything Lauri-Ell had ever seen before in her life. She was aware that Kree had festivities, great celebrations that spanned worlds, but Lauri-Ell had been created to be a soldier. She had never known any of them, not even when she had been deployed to planets just as part of the guard forces. So this was something new. Something new and wonderful.

Something that had Lauri currently doing a tour around the room, picking small pieces of bread off of a loaf to nibble on them, as she looked at each decoration in turn.

"I wonder how they made these creatures they are depicting. And what those creatures are," she questioned. Then she moved to the next image and froze. Clearly this one was of an Agrii... hugging her?

"But I have never met one of them."

II. Taste Testing

There were advantages and disadvantages to being Kree. Her advantages were clear ones, in the form of her strength, her size, even her durability. Add in how Lauri-Ell had been engineered to better handle breathing atmospheres better for humans than for Kree (really whose native atmosphere was so lacking on nitrogen), and she truly had some physical advantages.

Disadvantage? It took a lot to fuel her metabolism, even as efficient as it was. And today was a glorious day, for Lauri-Ell could eat her fill. Which was what was happening now. The Kree woman sat down where her nametag directed, carefully putting four plates before her. And a bowl. Basically samplers of just about everything that had been out there. Even the pastel food bars that Ed had brought. Which one already had a bite out of. And another three were stacked with.

"We should do this regularly. It is so nice to see all of the food choices!"

III. Candy Soldier (Red)

"You, stop!"

The problem with offering candy which might heighten motions to people was that some people should not be mixed with those whose tempers were rare things. Worse, adding the spicy candy that Lauri-Ell had selected to her justice driven temper was a bad thing. Especially so close to the food tables.

"You are taking too much of that offering from the Agrii. Leave sufficient amounts for others to sample, or face me for your lack of consideration of others!"

[OOC: Welcome to interact with Lauri with any candy involved.]

Candy

[wearingthestars]

(before Billy has had his own candy)

Billy froze, looking round in surprise at that harsh voice being directed at him, and for a moment he looked to see if there were any other offenders Lauri could be speaking to.

"I was just, uh-" he started to defend, cheeks hot. He'd never been reprimanded by Lauri quite like that before, "I'm sorry?"

Billy Kaplan | OTA

[wearingthestars]

The Food

Billy didn't trust himself to make something by hand, not when everyone else would probably be bringing something delicious, and magic food made some people uncomfortable, so he opted for the replicator like many of the others.

What he set out looked to be bagel bites. It was supposed to be NYC style pizza, but no matter what he tried they came out a little bigger than a quarter. Thankfully they tasted like they were supposed to at least.

Candy, oh Sugar, Sugar~ (Purple)

He should have known better. Billy'd certainly been here long enough, he knew Agrii provided food sometimes had strange affects. But he'd helped himself to the candy without much thought, quite enjoying the purple ones.

And now, with how he was watching you, he might as well have cartoon hearts in his eyes. His cheeks were red hot, and he could feel himself tripping over his words, suddenly shy.

"...I never noticed your eyes before. They're um...they're beautiful."

Candy

[crystalmaster]

Radley hadn't dared try the candy, and after observing some of those who had partaken, he felt he had made the right decision. He quirked an eyebrow at Billy's comment and then smirked. Well, he was used to being hit on and he even got a kick out of playing along, usually.

"Oh? Why, thank you. I'm quite proud of them myself," he quipped.

Bucky Barnes | OTA

[thestaremaster]

The Food

Bucky brought a cake, because why break from tradition? It looked fine. Basic chocolate cake. Bucky set it on the table without tasting it, because he knew what cake tasted like, and he all ready felt awkward enough being here.

If had bothered he might have learned that it tasted a lot more like toothpaste than like cake. A whole lot more. :/

The Candy - Yellow

Bucky seemed...more relaxed? No, that wasn't it, exactly, but there was something different about him. His whole posture seemed off, less guarded. He approached with a small wave, and it was clear then what was off. He was smiling???

"You try those tiny pizzas yet?"

Yellow

[kree_soldieress]

"Of course!"

Lauri-Ell hadn't even had the candy yet and still here she was, grinning widely, because she is just as excited over the pizzas.

"My sister Carol taught me about pizza. It is WONDERFUL. What you humans do with cheese is wonderful!"

Lerith | OTA

[mutedsuspicions]

‣‣ Food

It had taken awhile to make what he wanted for the little party. A party he had thought of not going to, since crowds weren't his thing. But the Whale Comb Sent Her was big enough to get away from people if he got overwhelmed at least. So he spent time in the diner, attempting to recreate a recipe he knew from his darker days. Days before Temba, long before Haven.

It had taken...a bit. To get the recipe down, that is. Some of the fruits didn't work well together, and some of the spices didn't either. It was hard to find substitutes! But the elf was stubborn and kept at it until he had something decent to bring along as his offering.

The platter of little cakes get set on the table, piled high and wide for people to take as they pleased. Then he set a little note down in front of the plate so people would know what they were: Hearth Cakes. A recipe taught among the other slaves and actually made as a treat. It was difficult to get some of the ingredients - especially fruits and sugar.

He took a seat at the chair closest to his nametag and looked at the others on the table.

‣‣ Sweets

The little baggie of candy by his name is regarded with some suspicion. What was that? Though upon picking it up and sniffing it... it seemed okay. As long as it didn't make the moon scream, he'd be okay (right?). So he pulls out a little yellow one and eyes it carefully. It seems okay. So he pops it in his mouth and gives it a chew, then swallows. It tastes sweet and reminds him of something he tried in the tavern back home once. Interesting.

He feels warmer at least, and becomes all bright yellow eyes and a friendly grin on his face. Why was he even scared about coming here in the first place?! Each person that makes some sort of eye contact gets a silent wave, the other hand holding his communicator to be ready for a conversation!

Food

[art_of_war]

Thrawn had already seen the elf at the diner but had not known what he was trying to do and thus not greeted him then. Now he was seated next to him before his own nametag. He had a bowl of stroganoff and a single hearth cake on his plate.

"Greetings. I saw you laboring at the diner earlier but you seemed too absorbed in your task to bother."

Shiro / OTA

[lionunchained]

arrival and taking a seat
In a way, Shiro was really not surprised by the decorations that the Agrii had picked. Something that looking like it was fighting in an elementary school class seemed about on par for some of the things that they received for different events. But still, they had tried so he couldn't completely fault them for it.

The purple and pink were odd color choices. Given that they were aliens trying to understand a new culture, he also understood why there was an issue. Still, it was nice that they had tried.

But now to find his seat. He walked passed a few tables, looking down at the name tags before he finally spotted his. Looking over at someone else who was already there, he said, "Looks like we are sharing a table."

Food
The food was also what Shiro expected as well... sadly enough. Nothing really tasted like what it should. Things either tasted like peanut butter or tea... at least a pie tasting like tea wasn't too bad. But when he tried something else, he ended up avoiding the hamburgers and just went for the peanut butter sandwich. At least it was supposed to taste like that.

But he was also eyeing that replicator. Knowing how wonky the machines were, he knew he probably wouldn't get for what he asked for, but still, he was curious.

He turned to one of the nearest people. "Curious to see what the replicator gives us?"

Food

[quark_assassin]

"No."

Dustin sidles up into Shiro's blind spot with a pile of butter crackers in his hand - inexplicably peanut-butter-flavored, like everything else - and a glaring frown on his face, staring at the replicator like it's bitten him.

"It's just gonna spit out garbage," he elaborates, shoving another cracker into his mouth. "Don't bother."

Marc Spector {} OTA

[knightlyperformance]

Is he suspicious about this all? Yes, of course he is. It's with Steven's help that they'd pieced together more or less what the intention was here, but Marc's been more focused on the fact that the Agrii have contacted them again. They don't seem to do that very often, but he supposes it would have been a fat chance that they'd make a personal appearance so he could grab one of them.

He comes to this weird shindig anyway. A guy can hope, can't he?

Just setting foot through the doorway he already feels immensely out of place. He's there for a good while before eventually easing further into the room, even if that's only by a couple of steps and to the side so he won't be in the way of anyone else who managed to show up late. Looking around, Marc will have to admit that the spread looks pretty tasty. The smell? ...is confusing, to say the least. If he catches anyone's suspicious eye he'll attempt a smile (totally forced). "Hope no one's got allergies, am I right?"

[art_of_war]

Whatever forced facial expressions Marc had, Thrawn had no facial expression at all. He had returned to get another of the 'hearth cakes' and since Marc was right next to them, the red-on-red eyes landed on him.

"Greetings."

It was partly just being polite and partly that Thrawn had yet to meet Marc. It was interesting that there seemed to chiefly be humans here.