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

[comburst]

"A Hero Academy in Japan." He's familiar with people not knowing what either thing is, but doesn't bother to explain the location; they all know they're from different worlds, after all, so it makes more sense to explain the former. "People in my world have "Quirks". Superpowers."

He flips one palm up, and sets off a small explosion. Nothing to rattle anything, just a demonstration in his hand. "Hero academies train people to use 'em."

[callada]

Oh, just casually blowing the air up at the poker table, huh? The cards, supposed to be rippling through his hands in a neat bridge, end up spraying all across the table and onto the floor when he jolts in surprise.

"Shit," he mutters, then leans over to pick some of them up. "You know, with everything people can do, that shouldn't surprise me." It's not that far outside what people he knows personally at home can do, but like, come on, give a guy a warning? He sets the handful of cards he was able to reach back on the table.

"And your quirk is what, you blow things up?"

[comburst]

"Explosion. My sweat's like nitroglycerin, I ignite it with my hands." At least he helps gather the cards? He wasn't trying to make trouble so much as shortcut the explanation. "Everyone else has different shit."

[callada]

"So it's something you're born with?"

That's cool, if so. Way easier than tracking down disgusting-tasting fruit. Then again, at least his world's people have the luxury of choosing their power if they have the money, time, desire, and ability to acquire one.

No, still sounds better to not have to go through all that. Plenty of kids from poorer villages could do a lot of good with the right fruit but to them the things may as well be mythological for all the chances they ever have of acquiring them. At least, unless they find them by accident, like he had way back then.

[comburst]

"Yeah. My mom has glycerin skin, my dad sweats acid. Combine 'em and you get me." So genetics come into it...sometimes. Sometimes you get something else weird, it depends.

"About 80% of the world had Quirks when I was a kid, but the number of Quirkless people drops every generation. Less and less people are born without one. Eventually, no one will be Quirkless."

[callada]

"Huh. Sticks around in the lineage factor somehow," he says, though it's more guessing than anything else. He's no doctor, no scientist. But it must be one of those things that passes on easily.

"Can you reach those cards?" he asks, nodding to a few that had flown off in that direction while he sweeps up the others on the table and tries to fix the pile so he can reshuffle.