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ximilialog2021-08-16 09:42 pm
groupiedrifter) wrote in ximilialog2021-08-16 09:42 pm
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.)
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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"... If you stare into the abyss, the abyss stares back," he slurs. "What is that wrinkly floppy red spot on the top? R'you eating prunes with your fish, dude?"
After a moment of study, he goes right for the kindly poured glass of whiskey instead — and then makes the most puckered up, displeased face at the taste when he throws it back; whatever, man, it's still going down the hatch, that's what counts. Bittersweet Celebratory Shots for everyone! Leave no man left behind! Or something!
After he manages to gulp it down, he throws up some devil's horns so casually that it almost looks (read: is absolutely) silly.
"Oof. Victory."
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And then proceeds to do about the same, by throwing back his own glass, then thunking it down on the table with a new lipstick smudge to decorate the rim.
Look, this isn't the time for too much restraint. A little, always; he's internalized his training well enough that he prefers not getting completely wasted unless he's completely alone, where his tongue can't slip. But for today he can have more than he usually might.
"It's a plum," he then sighs, a little late. "Never had pickled plums? Great with rice. Great with booze, actually."
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He holds up his glass, amused at himself apparently. As evidenced by the little dumb giggle under his breath at his own joke. Shameful, really, but he's having a great time, so whatever. "Hey, I'll try anything once. Like that look you've got going on!"
He points with a finger, the others still holding his glass.
"That whole under-eye and lipstick aesthetic? Totally love it. Reminds me of glam rock a little. I had an eyeliner phase for a while, but I only ever got into make-up when I did some of those Rocky Horror parties, which is kind of a shame, but I also figured I wasn't chiseled and handsome enough to pull that off."
Tim Curry looked amazing, though. What a babe.
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Had to as part of the undercover role he was stuck in for the last four years, but that's not really a topic he wants to talk about. Should've stopped himself talking sooner, but that's the alcohol's doing, and now he has to make up a reason. Not hard, just annoying that he let himself slip.
"Last crew I was sailing with all had custom looks, and I thought it'd be fun to join in. Next thing you know, I'm used to it. I'll have to come up with something new here, maybe. And hey, you know, never too late to get back into it. Eyeliner's cool."
That is a genuine opinion, there. Fact is, he did get used to it and rather likes it now, but makeup is a lot more popular with men in his world than it must be on Earth if everyone else here is anything to go by. Or maybe they all just keep it to their... horror parties, whatever that was Newt just said.
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But you know, he is terribly interested in whatever Rosinante was up to back home.
"I guess in a way, we all have pretty customized looks, ourselves. Nothing really matching. I'd pay money to see everyone here try to synchronize." He laughs at the mental image; what a mess that could be. "What was your crew like? Outside of the cool glamor make-up."
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His crew.
He smiles, and has a sip of his drink as if reminiscing fondly.
"Ah, just a trade ship. Whatever paid to transport as cargo. Sometimes it was art, sometimes wine, sometimes guns. North Blue's a rough sea and not every crew's willing to tackle it, but home's home, I guess. Between fending off the waves and the pirates who would've robbed the ship of every scrap, we made a name for ourselves well enough. I was only with them the last few years since they needed another hand who could shoot and sail but most of them had been together over a decade."
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"Sounds like a fun time," he replies, and leans in, setting the glass down. His hands just wanna move around, man, he's gonna move 'em. "I mean, between the waves and the pirates, you had to have seen some pretty neat places, right? Traveling all over in a ship?"
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Look, this part he doesn't have to invent at all. The variety in his world is something he's always been in awe of, and now in hearing bits and pieces about where other people come from he's able to appreciate all that diversity even more.
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"North Blue sounds like my kinda place...! I'd love to visit it," he says, eyes twinkling a bit at the thought. An area where a bunch of bright minds invent and improve upon the technological world around them...? Sign him up! "That's kind of one of the best parts about being on this station; if we just, y'know, ignore the part where we were all freaked out and maybe a little traumatized, it is kind of neat to see these other worlds. I'm kind of holding hope the next one'll be less stressful, but just as varied — oh! Oh, shit, or maybe a dinosaur world."
A pause.
"Does your planet have an island of dinosaurs anywhere?"
STILL SO CUTE
He's half tempted to draw up a diagram but the pizza boxes and pens are out of reach and he can't be bothered to get up. Instead he has another drink. Maybe it makes enough sense as it is.
"Means there's a lot of islands like that down there that are relatively untouched. It's a pain to get there and a pain to get out. Lotta rookie sailors try to head down there thinking they'll find something to make themselves rich, and then nobody hears from them again."
Re: STILL SO CUTE
Snorting, he glances back up. "Sounds like you know your way around there, at least. No rookie sailor doom for you, man, congrats. Besides, how does anyone get the jump on you with how big you are?"
He gasps, a thought hitting him so sharply, you'd think he just realized the code to disarm a self-detonation sequence. But that's just what drinking too much does to a guy, obviously. More importantly: "Hold up your hand!"
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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.
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Ridiculous.
The drunken Newton gasps softly to himself, though. "Like stepping in a dinosaur footprint."
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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.
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"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.
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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.
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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.
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Which he then grins widely at because he's just tipsy enough for it to strike him as pretty damned funny.
1/2
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He looks like he's VERY HEAVILY CONSIDERING IT.
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"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.
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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."
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"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.