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[Event Mingle] Great Full Day!

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

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The confidence was entirely misplaced in a value system that Tony realized very quickly did not really exist here. Anywhere else, with anyone else, it would not be a particularly valuable display to physically take the seat when there were plenty of others; prison, maybe, coming in a close second. This left Tony quite unprepared for the kick, making the whole effect particularly humiliating as he made a belated flail to try to keep upright at the sudden shoot of pain up his side, only to snatch his hand back before he grabbed at York to avoid risking dragging them both down. Between the surprise and the aborted reaction, he hit the ground hard enough to keep him there, stunned and biting his tongue against his two new bruises on either side, while York delivered his biography.

Without an obvious reason why this was valuable to justify what felt like an incongruously violent reaction, Tony had to assume that this was his fault. He risked a sidelong glance York's way as he finally claimed his prize, which made it feel less likely that the kid might kick him again for the insolence. Slowly, with a hand up first to telegraph that he was getting up, Tony pulled himself back to his feet to reset his glasses, comb his hair back, and give a prim brush to his jacket, dusting away the evidence of the humiliation. "Cool," he responded. "Or, sorry about your house." One of them was probably going to get him kicked again, so he raised his hands to surrender the chair, and the whole table to York, and turned for the door. A bruised ass was usually about time he called it a night.

York had felt challenged by Tony telling the android that he wouldn't do what he had said. So of course he was going to do as he threatened. Despite that, he hadn't expected the man to fall so inelegantly. The surprise on Tony's face telegraphed to York that he hadn't expected the smaller being to go through with his threats. In his seat, he's expecting the onslaught of yelling, of scolding that he's not supposed to attack humans like that—

—and it doesn't come.

What York gets is Tony getting up and some quiet and maybe even carefully chosen words that he barely picks up. There's evident confusion on the young android's face watching Tony. This... that wasn't how this was supposed to go. It never went like that. Watching Tony move away— shit, no, he was leaving. That wasn't good because the android knew that out of everyone, this human was the best bet on fixing him.

The chair legs — the stupid chair he had 'fought' for — scrape against the floor and he goes after Tony to catch him before he gets to the door. "I shouldn't have done that but I need you to believe I am not with the Agrii or whoever the fuck it is keeping us here."

A lengthy pause and York mentally steels his programming. He wants to say something else. He wants to say that he needs Tony's help but after that mini fiasco with the chair, there was all sorts of potential for the human getting revenge by messing with his system now.

The scrape of the chair and the obvious pursuit got Tony's hackles up, tension already thrumming up his spine ratcheting up to a treacherous whine. He did not want to fight this kid, but if he had to take another hit, maybe he could convince York to at least do it outside so no one else had to witness it. They were trying to have a party in here. Reluctantly, Tony slowed and turned to watch York, steeled for the blow this time, then frozen with a baffled lift of his eyebrows when it didn't come.

"Why?" was probably not the correct thing to blurt when, evidently, it was questioning this concept that was getting him kicked. He tried to walk it back before the next blow came, hands up and rocking back a step to get some distance between them to hurriedly add, "Fine. I'm not talking about you. Deal. Sorry I said anything, I'm an asshole." That was the best offer he knew how to make, but kept his hands open, willing to negotiate himself out of any further bruising. He'd humiliated himself for less.

York stops when Tony turns, not closing anymore distance between them. "I don't know why you think I'm with them or whatever, but I'm not. I'm just a Stark Tech android that deviated and joined a rebellion and then got brought here. And the why is because if I get messed up, I'm going to need someone's help that has the fucking brains to fix me and not fuck me up. That goddamn kid named Dustin or whatever already shorted out my right audio input."

Which probably explained the strange shifting he kept doing so that whatever Tony was saying reached his left ear. York mimics what Tony does: holds his hands up and open to show he's not going to hit him. Or kick him, really. "I... shouldn't have kicked you. It was just a stupid fucking chair."

He frowns and looks away, like a kid scolded. "I do...need your help though."

This insistence was still not yet a particularly convincing argument, though Tony could believe that Dustin might be the next pair of hands York would turn to if the craft Tony had received on his doorstep was an indicator of Dustin's skill. And letting the kid mess around with his system would be a little misguided for some kind of surveillance/sadism-bot. If this was some new performance, it was an intricate one. Tony's focus darted from his calculating study of York's face, to his ear that he kept on tipping away from Tony in that strange way that Tony was ready to write off as belligerence. He should have known the kid was trying to ask for help.

"Right now?" he ventured, twisting one vague finger up toward his own ear, not sure if that was actually the problem York was intending to solve. He had shown up before with different ones, after all, and they might have become more pressing.

"He made a part for me, hoping it would be useful in case one of my OEM ones went out while I was here. I only have a very basic kit to fix me if I get hurt. Some thirium, some screws and other pieces. But no parts." He lowers his hands but doesn't move any closer.

"But the piece shorted out that section of my hardware," and he digs into his pants pocket to pull out a connector that had melted pins on it. "And did this. His part couldn't handle the amount of energy that goes through it. So now I'm deaf on one side and it's fucking annoying." He lets his irritation bleed through without thinking about it, then reels it back in. He has to play nice with the human that could potentially fix him after all. Or, nicer than he had been at the table.

York glances away, like he doesn't want to ask for the help but knows he needs to. "Not right now. I can deal with it for a few days longer or whatever. But you're probably the only one that can fix what he did by accident."

God wasn't that one of his worst fucking nightmares. Having the doppelgänger of his dad having to fix him in this hellhole of a town.

It was probably a bad idea to agree. Even if the kid wasn't a plant, there were other, perfectly capable people in this city, and there was clearly a tension here that neither of them were navigating well and they shouldn't have been looking for reasons to spend more time together. That was asking for the inevitable chemical reaction. There was no way Tony was going to say anyone else could fix anything as well as he could, though.

"You're right. I'm the best you've got," he said, shoulders finally coming down a fraction so he could lean back into his abrasively confident repose, chin up and focus still somehow penetrating behind his glasses. "Will you go to the hospital yet?" This had been a sticking point the last time York had said he would need parts.

The only reason York thinks that Tony is the only one who can fix it, is from his personal connection he's still working through on his Tony back in Detroit and this embarrassment that shared the same name. He figured coming here, maybe finding this Tony, would be a good way to have the courage to even as him for help. There were enough eyes around that if something bad happened, someone would probably step in. Hopefully would step in. York hadn't really been ideal at making friends since arriving.

"Why the fuck would I go to the hospital? That's for organics and I'm a combination of metal and plastic with thirium and software. I'd have better luck going to a junkyard, but there's not one of those here filled with people like me." He feels himself getting frustrated at the thought of the junkyards filled with discarded androids - some who weren't even powered down. He has to push the thoughts away and shakes his head. "Y'know what, nevermind, I shouldn't have even fucking asked. Don't know why I even bothered to fucking come here anyways," his voice gets quieter as he starts mumbling under his breath, and now it's his turn to duck down and around Tony to make his way for the door. This Tony was just... stupid, apparently. Yeah, that's right, send the android to the hospital for parts. Sure, that seems great.

At some point during his own airtight presentation of why hospital bad, he must have realized the error in his own logic, which Tony waited for expectantly with hands open again and wide, disbelieving eyes, not sure at what point York thought Tony had forgotten that he was not a fleshbag. The most Tony thought he had to do to help was an encouraging, slow, "Uh-huh...," for them both to contemplate where there were people like him in this city. Which was everywhere. They had a surprisingly high synthetic population, and those people, droids and transhumans all needed to go somewhere for their treatment.

That was all information that York was unprepared to engage with, apparently, so Tony just rolled his eyes as he decided against this reality. Maybe he'd figure it out the next time he ran into one of the Exos.

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