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.)

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[callada]

"You could be right," he admits as he stands, and although arriving here meant the system made him appropriately sized so as not to hit his head on the ceilings, he still slouches a little as he sets the pans on the countertop. Habit. The posture he adopted as part of his role in the last several years still sticks with him. His commanding officer would tell him to straighten up, but he's not here.

"When I got here the first time, I'd just gotten out of a firefight, and they'd patched me right back up," he says. "But I haven't seen a real doctor on board. Am I missing something?"

Look, even if his ankle is mostly all right, it doesn't hurt to know more about how this place works. And maybe he shouldn't assume, but since he's faced with someone in a wheelchair, maybe the guy knows a thing or two about how future space medicine is supposed to go here.

[bijective]

“No,” he says flatly, furrowing his brows. “Nearly two bloody months away from our homes and not once have we bothered to ask if there’s a medic on board.”

Hermann is almost mad at himself for coming up with such a lukewarm revelation. It’s the bare necessity for any large-scale operation with over ten people. He was lucky to get any first aid treatment from the likes of Yzak and Clarke when he was subjected to the truth serum and broke his arm during the escape.

[callada]

"Something to think about. Maybe ought to do a field medicine briefing," he says with a sigh. "Make sure people know the basics. But - for later."

Because, you know, he's in the kitchen for food, not doctoring. He stoops to pick up a set of tongs (where did those even come from?) and then looks again at the man in the wheelchair.

"I've got extra if you want something that's not pizza. Viveca came through with that food order. Just gotta cook it first." Oh, and there's the spatula, slid across the floor. Well, that'll need a wash.

[bijective]

A brilliant idea to propose. Well, he can only hope that the rest of the team can conjure up the necessary contingency plans in case there are further (preventable) hiccups.

One glance at the spread of ingredients is all he needed to nod approvingly. They are simple ingredients, but he finds that the best dishes require nothing too excessive. “It’s been quite a while since I’ve indulged in mackerel.”

He wheels his way further to be beside the countertop.

“Is there anything I can do to help?”

[callada]

People here already look short to him but this one even moreso. Look, the wheels don't bother him at all, that's a pretty cool way to get around if you need the help, but can he even reach the countertop? He does want to say yes, though, just so the guy doesn't feel unwelcomed.

"Do you have a favorite type of seasoning? I'm not picky, if you want to put something on the fish while I get the rice started," he says. "Your voice sounds familiar, by the way. Did we talk already on that network? I'm Rosinante. Username's 'Silent'," he adds, figuring that ought to help.