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

hermann gottlieb | this has all been a terrible misunderstanding | ota

[bijective]

[This is supposed to be an in and out affair. Meaning, Hermann planned on popping his head inside the festivities, then finding a cozy spot in the corner to continue his casual reading. Nothing more, nothing less. Even that proved to be a challenge of its own, with the music blaring several decibels too high.

No, instead, Hermann is holding a bundle of paper towels in his hand, dabbing one of the pizza boxes because oh no!



Oh, dear. Who's beer can is that? Who knows! ]

Oh, bugger me!

[winscenario]

[ Surprise, Hermann. Someone at this party has spotted what you're doing (several someones, probably), and he's standing right beside you, tilting his head and raising both eyebrows as he sees the mess he's trying to clean up. ]

You might have to eat that whole pizza, now.

[bijective]

[Kirk, p l e a s e! It’s already bad enough that Hermann is juggling between a handful of clean paper towels and heaps of greasy ones all the while. Totally ignoring that some of the dough and cheese is getting awfully soggy.]

No. That won’t be necessary. [Hermann, you're not supposed to take this literally.] Everything is under [Furiously patting this sucker down.] control! It’ll be good as new in just a minute.

[winscenario]

Mm, is it now?

[ He'll give Hermann a little longer of furiously patting and wiping up and making even more of a mess of the pizza, the table, himself, everything. Then he'll reach for one of the slices, picking it up and just letting it... flop... in smaller pieces back down on the also soggy box. ]

You're right, that looks delicious.

[bijective]

[Current status: Climbing the steepest metaphorical hill you can imagine.]

Yes, well, there’s partial structural damage to that side of the pie. But the bottom half is more than — [Pulling one of the bottom-most slice and it …practically breaks in half in a pool of beer dough.]

Oh, blast it! [He literally throws in the towel(s) in defeat.] There’s no recovery from this.

[winscenario]

[ The effort is commendable. That said, Jim can't hold it together when Hermann picks at one of the slices and it falls apart, snorting and letting out a laugh at the mess. ]

Better call time of death on it. [ He shrugs, just... flicking the lid closed. Shh, no one needs to know. ] How about... we find you a new beer, and an actual edible pizza?

[morethan084]

Damn.

[Daisy appears behind him with an empty plate, watching this guy struggle to clean it up.]

I mean, I'm sure it can't taste that bad.

[Curiosity gets the better of her and she reaches for a slice, taking a bite out of it and--

Promptly letting it drop out of her mouth and back onto the plate.

Classy.]

[bijective]

[Good god. She actually tried it.

He knows it’s rude to stare, but this is done out of morbid curiosity. And seeing her spit the mangled mess out really slams the nail in the proverbial coffin.]

It’s dreadful! [He frowns.] There’s no way I can salvage this. Foolish of me to think I can air dry my way out of soggy yeast.

[morethan084]

[Looking around for a garbage can, Daisy doesn't see one nearby and just--

Nudges the plate out of sight somewhere on the table.]

Relax. It's not like we don't have a billion other pies.

[She figures maybe he's just on edge after everything that's happened recently, so she keeps her voice calm for him.]

Maybe you should have a shot of whatever Newton managed to grab.

[She's only had two and already feels more tipsy than she probably should.]

[bijective]

Tempting but, no. I shouldn’t partake in any more beverages this evening.

[Funny how most people on board can kick back and relax except Hermann.]

Best to keep a level head before anything more…reckless happens.

[morethan084]

I think we’ve had enough recklessness for a while.

[As if that means anything, but Daisy is always waiting for the next crazy thing to happen.]

Besides, thinking about all the “what if’s” will just give you an ulcer.

[She’s being a huge hypocrite about this right now, but he doesn’t have to know about that.]

You should cut loose a little.

the easiest, most natural tag to have ever come to mind

[groupiedrifter]

[FROM ACROSS THE ROOM, DRUNKENLY:]

HERMANN YOU ROTTEN BASTARD!

[bijective]

SHUT UP! EVERYTHING IS UNDER CONTROL!

[groupiedrifter]

THAT WAS A QUALITY PIE, YOU BLOB OF A SWEATER VEST!

PIZZA MURDERER!

[Is everyone gonna have to just endure them yelling at each other from across a room?

... Ya.]

[bijective]

I WASN’T THE ONE TO RECKLESSLY LEAVE THEIR BEVERAGE ON THE TABLE!

[groupiedrifter]

IT'S A TABLE SPECIFICALLY FOR FOOD AND BEVERAGES!!!

[respirations]

Hey— look at it this way. You might have made the pizza better.

( He might not have been born in New York but Eddie's still going to be snotty about the state of pizza provided, okay? Also, surprise! Someone has definitely seen this terrible tragedy unfold. )

If you want, I got a friend that I could probably trick into eating it. Hell— he'd probably like it.

[bijective]

If your friend insists on indulging in whatever this concoction has become, then by all means. [Tossing the towels into the rubbish bin.] It’d be a waste of food otherwise.

[Is it weird to have someone subject themselves to this? Perhaps. But, for the moment, he’ll leave any further judgments at the door.]

I’ve had microwaved mush with a better flavour profile.

[The pizza. Not the…beer pizza.]

[respirations]

I mean I wouldn't call it indulging just— I mean just watch. ( And one short glance around for a tall fucking Sasquatch bastard later: ) Hey, Trashmouth!

( Just making a grab for a plate and one of those pieces of pizzas as his best friend and love of his life lumbers over. )

Here, I dare you to try this. Triple dog dare you and you know the rules, you can't talk your way out of this like you did with the hammock.

( It's been 27 years, Eddie. )

[longoverdue]

[from halfway across the room:]

Yeah, Eddie Spaghetti?

[And he lumbers over, swaying on his feet now and carrying his own beer can. He stares down at the beer-soaked pizza, and then at Eddie, then at Hermann, and then at the pizza again.]

You’re such a fuckin’ asshole. [He says this pleasantly, with all the fondness of someone who’s known this man for years. To Hermann:] Can you hold my beer a sec? Thanks, just gonna—

[And then he just.

Crams as much of the beer pizza as is possible for him to cram into his mouth.

Oh god why did he do it this way, the texture is awful.]

1/2

[bijective]

[There is little room for Hermann to say anything or react by the time Eddie summons Richie to be the human garbage disposal.

In one fell swoop, he is now holding a beer in one hand and—]

[calmness]

[pizza, xichen has discovered, tastes pretty good. it is one of the few things on the station that he has been able to consume without worry of breaking the rules of his sect.

though no one should inform him what cheese consists of.

newly formed opinions of pizza aside, lan xichen is also drunk. which is a thing that does not happen often and over which he'll be horribly embarrassed later. for now though, he looks closely at the pizza now doused with liquid.] Does that improve or worsen the taste?

[bijective]

[Hermann, now standing next to said pizza disaster, lets out a deep and regretful exhale.]

As a mixing ingredient? Yes. I suppose it has its flavorful benefits, but as a topping for something that has already been cooked?

[He looks down at the soppy, cheesy mess.]

Certainly not.

[calmness]

So you would not recommend trying it? [fortunately, xichen's warned off reaching for it immediately. unfortunately, he's still very curious about the new beverage he has not encountered before.]

[bijective]

I—

[If you can’t tell by the indiscreet headshake, Xichen: No. Please do not partake in this monstrosity.]

I — um, would highly advise against it.