revivalproject | [Event Mingle] Great Full Day!

[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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Tony flapped this incredibly mature response away with an expression like Lark was suggesting crafting a love potion. Gross. "We could give them a job," he said, so yes, they were well into 'other'. "So they have to work in close proximity to each other and smell each other's hormones."

"Doesn't the young man already have a job? I help him at the diner."

And clearly that means he's working.

"No, not like--gainful employment," Tony corrected, looking baffled that this was even an interpretation of his scheming. It was all very logical, try to keep up. "Like a task, a specific end goal they are working toward, ideally while trapped in a cupboard or German car. Against a common enemy, that's even better. I could steal something of theirs."

Why would someone be trapped in a cupboard?

"What would that serve?"

She really didn't understand.

With an irritable sigh and expectant frown, hoping Lark would eventually get up to speed if he gave her a second, Tony eventually had to concede, "You're no help at all. fine, you do your dumb 'supportive' thing, I'll do it my way, and we'll see which one of us gets results before one of those kids dies of old age."

"I'm not sure I understand your approach," she admitted with a sigh. "As the saying goes, one and bring a horse to water, but you can't make it drink."

There was something briefly charming about Lark not knowing what Thanksgiving was, but sharing this arguably more challenging idiom that had many more chances to be distorted from across the universe. This was very serious, though, so Tony's curious smile was brief before he was insisting, "It's more like they're already drinking, they're just missing the water." Okay, it wasn't a perfect adaptation. "At least, Tommy is. Is that the problem, the other kid isn't buying what he's selling?"

"I think Shiro is a bit old to be calling a kid, but please, I am happy to hear this plan of yours, if it is deeper?"

Because she sees no reason not to make sure Tony doesn't do something too forceful and uncomfortable for the other two.

Lark's answer was evasive enough that Tony narrowed his eyes skeptically, but didn't have a reasonable enough accusation to put on the table. He didn't actually know what her relationship was like with Shiro, it was probably unlikely that they had some weird agreement together to humiliate Tommy. Probably. "Still working on the details," he said, starting slow but more than happy to work through it out loud. "The plan is to get them sharing space, make them think about it. Align them toward a certain future. Tell them--tell them we need help, that there's something in the lake, that someone has to go out and get it. Then take their clothes."

"Take their clothes?" Lark said, chuckling. That was silly. "You know that being naked around another person does not guarantee love, yes?"

"Disagree," Tony retorted, with a flirtatious glint in his eye and wry smile. "It's not just the naked thing--I mean, listen, it does help, they're vulnerable, they're trying not to look too close, they can't ignore what they saw the next time they're together--" Maybe he did have experience, time to move on. "But they're in that state, and they're on even ground and they've got a common enemy to unite against. It's easy math."

"You with to be their enemy?" Lark asked, because she wasn't sure it was worth the issues that might come up with that.

"I suppose I'm still confused. I'm guessing your world has a bit more body shame or things like that?"

It hadn't been his greatest desire when he woke up this morning, and Tony also wasn't often eager to throw himself into a dragon's mouth the many times he'd found himself in the position, but recognized a fair price for the greater good when he saw one. "I'm willing to make the sacrifice for romance," he declared, hand to heart, where he got crumbs on his shirt and had to daintily pat them away. What any of that had to do with shame had him raising a lip in the middle of his fussing, trying to assess what Lark was really telling him about where she came from. "What--you wouldn't mind if someone stole your clothes?"

"I don't think I'd fall for the first naked woman I saw," she points out. "Of course, my people have no problem in communal baths."

So she didn't have quite the same sense of shame of her body.

This sounded very logical, of course, falling in love was very complex and there were so many facets to a person that could be incredibly lovable that had nothing to do with any naked bodies. On the other hand, Tony couldn't think of a woman that he had seen naked that he wasn't completely enamoured with. That had to be normal, women were beautiful, Lark was the weird one. After a second too long of this dangerous self-reflection, Tony tried to wrench their focus away from the nudity part because it seemed to be obscuring the greater point, "But if the communal baths caught on fire and you all had to work to put it out, you'd feel something of a bond with all of these naked women." It was just one vector of a greater design.

Oh no, now she's laughing. This was ridiculous.

"Tony, how would a bathhouse catch on fire?"

There was no way Lark wasn't doing this on purpose at this point, and it was working because Tony gave a flail of his spoon as he argued, tight with frustration, "There are--accelerants--," before realizing he wasn't trying to propose a way to blow up a bathhouse here. He gave Lark an accusatory point with the spoon, and took a bit longer to come up with what that accusation was exactly. "You're jealous," might have been a greater leap than he had intended.

If only she was going it on purpose. Now if only it got him to eat.

"Truly I'm not. I'm not interested in Shiro or Thomas."

Why should she be jealous?

"Of their burgeoning young love," Tony insisted, despite the state of their love being debatable. He'd get them to burgeoning. "Someone else gets to ask about linoleum." Or whatever boring thing it was that Lark had said was the key to Rosethorn's heart. "I'm sorry, I didn't realize we should have been taking care of that first. You're priority number one, I promise, we'll get to the fellas when you feel acceptably adored."

Linen, Tony. Linoleum didn't exist in her world.

"I'm not jealous," she laughed, shaking her head. "Young love could fade at any day. I am happy to carry mine."

"Can it?" Tony asked, not looking as much like a challenge as he had meant, too close to concern. "I still think about my first girlfriend. If she showed up right now, I might be on my knees."

"You bring more puppy to puppy love than I expected," she teased. "That's sweet."

This whole conversation was a setup, somehow, and Tony knew he would only make it worse for himself by insisting that he was not a puppy, or sweet, and they were supposed to be discussing important, airtight tactics. At least Lark wasn't telling him that this didn't sound like love to her, which was reassuring, in distinct contrast to how pathetic she did make it sound. "Is this you being supportive?" he did successfully challenge this time. "I gotta say, I don't think it's as effective as you're hoping, I don't know if it's going to get you very far."

"There are many ways of helping people, and they don't work with everyone. Clearly my method here is not suited to you, Tony. For that I am sorry."

She will try and do better.

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