ximilialog | MINGLE | The "Everyone's Tired and Hungry" Post-Mission Pizza Party

CHARACTERS: Everyone! A free-for-all general chill-out time, thrown haphazardly together by a mad scientist.
LOCATION: The Mess Hall
DATE: Sometime after the mission. Y'all know.
CONTENT: The Orb Crew tries to relax for a hot goddamn minute.
WARNINGS: Likely drinking or drunkenness, the usual party antics. Very mildly image heavy, NSFW for naughty threads, properly marked.

It seems the party has been properly set up for you all! But of course, there's an exuberant amount of 'Newton*' flair added to it, and people can find all sorts of random things — markers for drawing on the pizza boxes (which he distinctly requested, super important) cover the tables, and it's clear by the one designed like a Pikachu and a dinosaur that he's already began scribbling on them. He's also made... board games literally comprised of pizza boxes as well, including Chess and Connect Four, which is lovingly set up side-by-side on a table and done with intent to annoy.

They've got one deck of cards for games, no chips; you'll have to just make some of your own out of pizza box cardboard. The most grand of all creation appears to be a normal-sized Skeeball table, made of flimsy material, with oranges for balls. It may or may not last the night, but it sure works for now!

There's a very strong bottle of liquor from their last mission open for everyone, and, well, it will get you drunk quite fast if you're not careful. But it's also a Bring Your Own Beer situation; hope you guys asked Viv for some to plan for the party!

Lastly, there's classic bar rock playing from an iPhone rigged to a speaker that looks very very cobbled together, from loose bits and bobs from the lab's many boxes. If you go fiddle with that phone's playlist, you may be able to find a small collection of songs that aren't rock, but are likely from the 90's or early 2000's.

And yes, there is a couch with a sign on it, designated specifically for people who wish to nap. If they'd like. Don't be rude, let people lay down when they're sleepy. (Maybe Newton just put that there for him, honestly.) There are 50 pizzas total, which is practically a whole-ass pizza per person, so enjoy! (And thanks, Viv!)

Feel free to bring your own flair to the party, if you'd like.

These are just a few things for a m b i e n c e.

(*If you mention him, he will appear like a terrible omen.)

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Right, the invasion. Hermann had told him about that a little more too. Picturing Sea Kings from space coming to destroy and consume is pretty genuinely terrifying. What a world those two come from.

Newt's next set of segues is a little chaotic, but maybe that's the alcohol settling in that keeps him from following exactly how he got from calm belts to holding up his hand. The gasp is startling enough that Rosinante jerks back as if there's something critical he's supposed to have noticed, and he splashes a sip of whiskey across his lap. Well... it'll evaporate.

It's probably also the alcohol that makes him decide to just go with Newt's request once he's done frowning at the splatter. Here, have a hand, all fingers splayed wide as if preparing for a high five.

"I'm not that big," he replies, hoping there's an explanation coming.

"You're humongous," Newton says, matter-of-factly, and then proceeds to put his hand to Rosinante's, palm to palm. Newton's already got kind of smaller hands, so the effect is practically —

Ridiculous.

The drunken Newton gasps softly to himself, though. "Like stepping in a dinosaur footprint."

For a moment he can't do much more than stare - not at their hands, but at the face Newt is making, the delight he seems to experience from comparing hand sizes.

But also, okay, it's kind of funny. His look of confusion relaxes and he shakes his head, smiling just a little. "You really like dinosaurs, don't you?" he asks as he retracts his hand.

Newton slaps his now free hand on his knee, nodding.

"Of course! They're friggin' awesome, man. When I was a kid, I used to go to the Museum für Naturkunde every chance I could! Just thinking about rediscovering so much about something that'd been gone so long — I mean, they don't exist anymore on my planet! Imagine, learning about them all this time later. Every fossil we find is this big window into our planet's history, dude."

He's a nerd, yeah, yep, that was not disputed.

Some of those words hit his ears a little different, enough for him to raise an eyebrow. He does actually understand them, given the common creole used in North Blue and all its influences, but those in particular come from the region Flevance was part of. He can't help but be reminded of that poor doomed country and that poor once-doomed kid in particular who occupies so much space in his heart.

He can't fix Flevance, but being here means he can fix so much else. It's no wonder that every other thing makes him think of Law.

But, right, Newt is continuing on about dinosaurs.

"Guess if somehow you ever visit where I'm from now that we can apparently go from world to world, you'll just have to go... document them somehow," he says as he tries to think of how to do that. Take some back? Just steal dinosaurs through a portal? Well, sure, why not.

Oh, he's exuding downright mischievous auras right now.

Drunk and disorderly and ready to-

"... Own a pet dinosaur, you think?" He says mostly to himself, as if he's drifted from mentally thinking it to physically speaking it — which, y'know, that practically makes it a reality in his head. And then he grins, "Dude, I could own a pet dinosaur! Can you imagine how cool it'd be, to have a dinosaur running around the station?!"

Rosinante, what are you doing to this poor team.

"Aren't they... kinda big? Maybe this place would size them down, though, since that's what it did to me," he says, considering it. "You'd end up with a nine foot dinosaur blocking the corridors."

Which he then grins widely at because he's just tipsy enough for it to strike him as pretty damned funny.

"... I was gonna inform you that there are really small dinosaurs, too. But now you've got me thinking about nine foot dinosaurs wandering the hallways..." He stops, shakes his head and makes an 'x' with his arms. "No, no, that's no good! Someone's gonna get eaten if they're 9 feet tall. If you've seen Jurassic Park, you'd know that having a bunch of giant ones around is just begging for trouble.

"... But one single baby raptor, though."

He looks like he's VERY HEAVILY CONSIDERING IT.

He nearly asks what a raptor is, and then decides the details don't matter too much. Newton isn't taking this completely seriously, right?

"If we ever end up on my world, I'll help you figure out how to get there, all right? So, what's this Jurassic Park thing."

No, obviously he hasn't seen it, but now he's curious.

"Jurassic Park is — man, you've never heard of it? It's only one of my favoritest movies growing up as a kid."

He shimmies a little closer, bright-eyed.

"This old dude figures out how to clone dinosaurs from fossils, and then decides to open up a dinosaur park for the public to visit! Of course, it all goes to shit; I'm gonna let you guess why."

"I can imagine a lot of visitors end up eaten," he says, given that's easy enough to guess. Movies are far from common, accessible children's entertainment where he's from but this isn't the first he's heard of the concept now that he's here. The plotline doesn't sound too far removed from some of the ridiculous pulp adventure novels he's read (and enjoyed greatly, thank you very much).

"I've never seen a movie, not like that. We sometimes got to see live news broadcasts from the video snails, but no Jurassic Park. Maybe there's a way to do that here?" Must be, this place can do all kinds of things he probably doesn't know about yet.

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