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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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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.

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.

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.

With a deep breath and a contemplative frown at his new bean problem, Tony muttered, "Yeah, I'm not sure who these upgrades were for." Now that he had said that out loud, though, he did consider with a tilt of his head, "The audience. Probably."

"Audience? Are we all in The Truman Show then?" Radley quipped. Not that he wouldn't believe it.

A brief narrow of Tony's eyes betrayed his ignorance of the reference, but he could figure out the intention. "Kind of. Jesus, has nobody told you this? It's been a weird couple months. Have you just been on your own this whole time?" he replied, thoughts coming in quick succession. So much for his warning system, community building designs.

"I think someone was starting to, but then they clammed up and wouldn't tell me any more," Radley said. "There's been a lot going on ever since I got here."

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.

"They clammed up...?" Tony echoed, looking irritable, trying to pin down why exactly that would happen, and who Radley could have been talking about to leave him idling like that, until he had to learn the rest from someone with a giant coffee bean. It wasn't immediately important, though, so Tony's expression changed abruptly back to exasperated to continue, "It's a whole thing. The Agrii are watching us all of the time, using the same technology as these other aliens who kidnapped people to put them on this reality TV gameshow thing." Tony stopped rolling his eyes and twisting his hand in the air in the middle of the motion, feeling like this might actually be pretty heavy for someone who hadn't been dealing with it for a while now. Maybe.

Radley couldn't remember who it was now. He had talked to so many people. "Yeah, I guess they didn't wanna be bothered talking about it."

He scoffed at the tale. "Oh brother. So it really is The Truman Show. Although at least we know we're being watched." Would it end up that it was all a weird simulation? He didn't know what to think anymore. "So why do they wanna watch us?"

Emotional crisis apparently averted, Tony's hand resumed twirling as he processed this question, which felt very existential at the scale they were up against. Tony's grand, illumination conclusion, with all of the experience of this system that he had gathered thus far in his years dealing with this place, was, "They're perverts." At minimum, this did have to be true, he figured, though perhaps not all that relevant to the ongoing problem.

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!!"

Edited 2022-11-10 02:55 (UTC)

Radley smirked at this matter-of-fact summing it up. "Maybe. Or maybe they're so naive that they don't realize it's uncomfortable or why?" Their childlike talk and pictures made him feel that wasn't out of the question either.

"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.

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."

This wasn't as much of an existential proposal, but it was still a challenging enough one that Tony heaved a sigh, and then his bean to try to put it down anywhere and free his hands to properly express himself. The table full of pies was the closest option, and one of them was squished under the weight of the coffee bean. Tony clearly found this smear of peanut butter gross, but continued, "Two problems with that." Now that he had his hands free, they were both moving restlessly to explain, "First, we're dealing with two different puppeteers here--the Agrii, who set up parties for us and claim they had a bright idea to bring us here." With a hand flat, he moved it up, a tier above for, "And the ones controlling them, the ones who had all of that gameshow equipment in the first place. Or maybe it's not even them, someone above that, moving whole civilizations around like pieces on a chessboard."

He brought both hands down then to reset, cradled back around the concept of the Agrii. "The second problem is, as far as we can tell, the Agrii genuinely think that they've been in this situation exactly, kicked off their planet and trying to fix it, for a couple of hundred years. That's centuries of observing other people's behaviour, furthering their own civilization's development, which, let's be clear, knows how to fly spaceships and control some kind of interdimensional kidnapping machine, but not that hurting people's feelings is a no-no."

Tony spread his hands open, inviting Radley to conclude where exactly that left them.

Radley frowns as he listens. This is more information than he's had the whole time he's been here.

"... Yeah, I'll admit it doesn't sound too likely thinking of all of this. After that long, you'd think they'd have fixed their own planet too and wouldn't need to keep kidnapping people."

It's all very disturbing, really. He had tried to be okay with things since he had no choice, but it's sounding now like his first, distraught impressions are more what he should have stuck with.

He still has no choice, though.

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."

The voice from above almost startled Tony enough to drop the cigarette entirely, leaving him shooting Cayde a very familiar glare with a hand to his suffering heart. Each time Cayde snuck up on him brought them closer to the inevitable heart attack. Tonight, Tony survived, at least long enough to accept his consolation, still watching that strange flame like he could figure it out as he doused it in a stream of smoke.

"We've been waiting for you to get it started, Hot Stuff," he finally answered as he bumped Cayde's shoulder to show his appreciation. "What're you doing up there? Food's inside. Can't believe you'd miss that. Feast of the year."

For all of the cars thrown at his head and very public smears of his character, it was not very often that someone resorted to directly calling Tony names, so this was enough to get him to turn with disbelief clear in the way he peered over the frame of his glasses with a raised lip. It definitely wasn't the way to get him to move, and instead he very much settled in, slouching down with one arm hooked over the back of the seat and legs outstretched to cross at the ankle under the table. With his dangling hand, he made a loose gesture out at the room and asked, "Something wrong with the fifty other chairs? Or can you not disobey your alien overlords?"

Now Radley was getting a sense of the real problem they were dealing with. With a short nod, Tony tapped at his temple, think about it, then turned back to his giant bean to tilt it up out of the squashed pie and consider how to get the peanut butter off of it. Someone must have left a jacket unattended by now. He gingerly plucked his new charge back up, holding it carefully away from himself now, to start searching through the room for something to transfer the mess onto.

He did at least look apologetic for the scare. Tony often proved to be jumpy, so he wasn't sure whether to blame Tony or himself as he'd have figured either of them would've picked up on these sorts of behaviors by now.

"What, peanut butter with a side of peanut butter?" Cayde grinned, tucking his hands in as he folded his arms. "Figure I'll let the ones who're new to Agrii cuisine have their fill." He shrugged. "You know, sometimes you feel like rubbing elbows with people and other times you just like listening to the chatter and just knowing they're there."

The peanut butter got a smirk out of Tony, and he looked about ready to mount a defence for the culinary offerings inside, only for his expression to fall with a pained grimace. Luckily, that was what the cigarette was for, and he could try to look very focused instead. They weren't all there.

"You haven't been doing a lot of rubbing elbows at all," he managed to drag out of himself, pulling up out of that cold well to raise his eyebrows at Cayde. "Word around town is, you've been lighting up the skyline and not even inviting anybody to help you put your pants back on."

Radley feels quite shaken and definitely angry, but he snaps to as Tony becomes preoccupied with the giant bean.

"You're really keeping that thing?" he snarks.

He pulls out some napkins he brought from the diner in case there weren't any here. He reaches with one to wipe off the peanut butter.

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