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

[groupiedrifter]

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.)

Comments

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[groupiedrifter]

[Newton's making the rounds, keeping an eye out for familiar faces — and there's one right there! He's more than happy to slide into Clarke's line of sight to study what she's doodling. He's obviously had way too much fun scribbling all over pizza boxes himself; it stands to reason he's gonna be very invested in the rest of these masterpieces.]

Hey, Clarke! What d'we got here?

[He's a little tipsy, but a tipsy Newt is a good Newt.]

[romancekiller]

[clarke wasn't really expecting anyone to notice her drawing but when newt approaches and is looking at her drawing, she finds herself feeling a bit modest since her drawings aren't something she tends to show people often] Oh. Hey— this isn't anything much. I was practicing drawing some of the cards from the playing deck since it's been a while since I've drawn back home. [to her credit despite how rusty she may feel, her drawings are actually pretty decent though]

[groupiedrifter]

Oooh, yeah? Honestly, that's great; we only have one deck, so it'd be really cool to get more floating around. Maybe it can be a little way to relax between missions.

[He sits down to give her his full attention.]

I draw a little bit? But mostly just doodles to annoy Hermann. Especially since I've been practically living in the lab the last few years.

[romancekiller]

Really? Well I am already pretty familiar with doing that from when I was younger. [she gives a slight smile at that] If we were missing pieces from a board game or a deck of cards then I ended up drawing then so that my friend and I could still play it.

[hearing his words that follow about doodling as well, she gives him a curious look] What kind of stuff have you been doodling?

[groupiedrifter]

Oh, that one over there is one of my prized creations.

[He points across the way, toward the open pizza box; there's a pikachu scribbled on the open lid, and it looks super cute, okay.]

... Don't suppose you had Pokemon in outer space?

[romancekiller]

[clarke glances over to the pizza box in question looking momentarily puzzled since she is not familiar with it] No, we didn't. It looks cute though.

[groupiedrifter]

It's an electric rat. How cool is that? He can send big thunderbolts at his enemies and looks extra cute while he does it. But yeah, Pokemon! Pocket monsters! It was a trading card game when I was growing up, where you play monster cards that fight other monster cards in tournaments. I still have a box in my dad's attic with a ton of Pokemon decks.

[And Digimon decks, which, he thinks sadly, never got the love and attention they rightfully deserved by the masses; I mean, come on! Digital monsters! The best of both worlds!]

[romancekiller]

Oh— so you collected them and did battles with the cards? Were there a lot to collect? [this sounds so strange to her but she thinks she gets it from his explanation]

[groupiedrifter]

God, so many. Hundreds and hundreds!

I never did collect 'em all, but I'm sure I've got cards worth a couple hundred bucks each stowed away if I ever get desperate for cash.

[romancekiller]

It seems like it'd be really difficult to collect them all if there were that many.

Though wait, they're worth a lot of money too?

[groupiedrifter]

Oh, worth tons of money.

Maybe someday for you, things from ancient earth will be worth a ton of money.

[He grins.]

Imagine Pokemon cards costing a hot thousand dollars a piece in your time. Maybe they exist in some bunker somewhere.

[romancekiller]

I wouldn't be surprised if it does exist in a bunker somewhere though money pretty much obsolete anyway with our focus being to just survive and get by to the next day.