[OPEN MINGLE] Movie Night, time to cry over pikachu.

[groupiedrifter]

CHARACTERS: Everyone!
LOCATION: The Mess Hall on the Ximilia
DATE: A day or so after the mission end.
CONTENT: Another post-mission movie night. Shocking, I know.
WARNINGS: None! Feel free to add warnings to any top levels or threads that need them.

Ah, yes. Another day, another questionable movie night. Or something like that.

Between getting weepy about leaving behind his beloved Cubits (as we all do, crying over our faux Pokémon seems like the hip thing to do-), Newt collects notes and prepares for another one of those silly little movie nights; he's started getting way too used to expecting them as part of his role or job or whatever. It's just. Y'know. Muscle memory, practically. He shifts through questionnaires and updates the birthday list, and prepares.



The Mess Hall is dressed up for the occasion as usual! With some added flair. Actually, the first thing that might instantly draw someone's eyes is the HAPPY BIRTHDAY sign accompanied by a few presents and some very, very distinct cakes. Wait, whose birthday was it recently? You'll have to check the birthday poster on the wall, silly. In this instance — Vash, Yzak, Hibiki, and Yujin are getting a little celebration here. Whenever they decide to arrive (which Newt will be more than happy to enforce, though he's pretty sure that won't be necessary), the candles get lit and the typical birthday song is sang by anyone who may know it.

Maybe he should make birthdays a common part of movie nights...

There's a little space to leave presents; don't worry, he'll give everyone but the four birthday kids a heads up that they're celebrating! Plenty of cake to go around, too — can you tell which one belongs to which person?



There is also a rack of mysterious clothes in the corner.

Turns out, they're all pajamas. Feel free to find some to lounge around in.

We deserve a little comfort, right?



And of course, movies are a must. Today offers two Sherlock Movies — an old live action, but also The Great Mouse Detective, which is a treat and a half (happy birthday, Yujin). They've also got Footloose (happy not-birthday, Peter), and... Pokémon the First Movie, the last being for some delayed lessons in alternate universe Cubits. Newt will be more than happy to explain that these are his world's versions of the creatures they'd all come to love. In fact, some of the Pokémon have features of Cubits, don't they?

Weird!



It starts with Pikachu's Vacation, don't worry.

The sad Pikachu meme can show up later.

Accompanying this Pokémon-themed area is an assortment of board games, all centered around Cubits instead of Pokemon. Thanks to the lovely Miss Clarke, they have some enjoyable card games and board games from Ankata to enjoy, so that you can always remember the strange, strange trainer culture and all the critters that partake in it.

Food, though! Food's important. The usual drinks are available, but it also looks like Newt had taken some of those questionnaire answers to heart. Big pots of posole and Chinese daikon and carrot stew sit beside sukiyaki. Main courses, set alongside little birthday goodie bags with an assortment of candy that people had written down as their favorites. Again, Newt's silly school activity form is one hell of a tool to collect data.



Among the candies are: plum candy, botan rice candy, Gear Shifts, starbursts, sour candies (yellow balls), candied bofa fruit, bonbons, yuzushu hard candy, Swedish fish, lollipops, and chocolates.

Hopefully it's enough to feel refreshed; their next mission really isn't that far off, is it?

Best get some R&R wherever you can.

Comments

Leave Some Presents Here For Vash, Hibiki, Yzak, or Yujin

[groupiedrifter]

For Yzak

[heyciri]

( It's an extremely patched together, but recogniseable, stuffed cat. She'd found one (or the pieces that could become one) and been trying to keep herself busy over the last few weeks: behold, the results. There's even an awkwardly stitched on plastic jewel on the forehead. Tied with a bit of repurposed ribbon she'd found around its neck, don't die too soon, jerk. )

for Yujin

[heyciri]

( There weren't really easy ways to do anything like embroidery, not the right strings, or the colours she wants, or a hoop, or really the motivation if she hadn't been Here when everyone else was There, but she had been! The making it up nature means the handkerchief she managed to... not really monogram so much as write on says, in neat embroidery, You will find your way Home. She added a cluster of violets to one side, not immaculate, but decently rendered. Some shade of purple, not the right one.

She ties that with repurposed string from the kitchens, with a little note: Happy birthday, Yujin! Signed with "Ciri." )

For All Four!

[groupiedrifter]

For Yujin:

A small catalogue of different assorted Sherlock Holmes movies, along with a portable DVD player with its own little screen — hey, there's a DVD already in there... Perfect for watching shows while lounging in bed! With this, a very snazzy nice hat that is (with great restraint) not a Sherlock-styled detective hat.

For Vash:

A pair of cactus-themed slippers. Absolutely. But also, a collection of very spiffy tinted glasses! Gotta have extra pairs in case you break yours, right?

For Yzak:

A very important keychain, of course! While it's not quite a charm, Newt figures it's close enough, right? And to add to it, a sampler collection of different teas, perfect for the violin-themed mug that's also in the gift bag.

For Hibiki:

Ah, but what is a singer without a bit of cheesy music-themed jewelry? But don't think he's forgotten what you said about kaiju movies! He has to fight everything within him to not keep this Mothra plush as his own. Just know how much he suffered for you on your birthday.

ota for one of the August birthday nerds

[coordination]

[ It'll either be in the days leading up to or after August 8th proper when they're down on their next mission that Yzak will actually take the moments to think about that fact that all future birthdays of his have been cut in half. It's one thing to not know what the future holds, everyone laments about how many more birthdays they're going to see. It's a different feeling entirely when those thoughts have the added weight of this unknowable distance death has been allowed to skip (and essentially for free) to grow ever closer to him.

... how depressing.

BUT THIS AIN'T ABOUT THAT. (unless someone wants to make it about that because I'm here for it) This is about the here and the now and Newton's expected yet still never less absolutely somehow endearing contributions to their downtime. Yzak has long given in to the fact that he'll always end up at these movie nights, so he hardly needs to be convinced or pulled into them anymore. (but he'll still act like he was) And anyone who knows Yzak at all knows that beneath the cranky, serious business exterior, he's all soft, so he actually does like these events. Seeing his teammates relaxing, taking some time out to rest and tend to themselves, important things he knows a team should do, being responsible for his own back home.

Yzak wasn't expecting, however, the birthday sign, the cakes, the very specific cake that could be for nobody else but him. And the gifts ... those haven't been so common here on this day. He'd usually get a couple of things from some closer friends, but never was it this much. So there's a look of (warm at the edges) surprise at the gesture.

And truly, Yzak can't complain. He's a Leo, after all! He loves the attention, he loves being remembered and celebrated (because it means he isn't being forgotten or left behind). So he's more than open to anybody coming to say hello to one of the birthday boys, whether it's during the more birthday focused celebrations or while they're watching one of the movies. Though movie-wise he seems more into the Sherlock movie than the others, so his attention can be caught a lot easier during the other three if one wishes to have his full attention or wants to pull him away somewhere. ]

[ananym]

[ alucard doesn't celebrate birthdays and it feels rather pointless now, when all the people he loved are long gone and the endless future awaits him. still, he would never begrudge anyone else their happiness. ]

Happy birthday.

[heyciri]

( She shoves a bowl of one of the dishes into his... chest, more than anything else, when she has the chance. )

What birthday does it make this?

( Lips curling up into a smile, shoulders dipping down: seeing everyone arrive back has been an incredible relief of stress she'd been ignoring, pretending it was totally normal to be one of the lingering shadows on Ximilia while everyone else toiled away in uncertain danger. )

[groupiedrifter]

[... Do you feel the weird feeling that someone is sneaking up behind you?

You've got 5 seconds to register the obvious threat before Newton Geiszler pops out and gives you a bear hug from behind, my dude. And as he goes in for the kill hug, he offers a very helpful:]

HAPPY FREAKING BIRTHDAY, BUDDY!

dancing queen young and sweet only 44

[softshoes]

A - the world's greatest criminal rat

[Paying close attention to those two Holmes movies is none other than the birthday boy himself! Sure, it's sort of surreal and not at all accurate-- whoever made this has taken some serious liberties with Iris Wilson's stories-- but... it is nice. Even if Yujin sees very little of himself in this "Watson" fellow. (Really. Very serious liberties were taken.) He makes it through the first film without incident, coming out the other end having enjoyed a satisfying mystery and feeling all fuzzy and nostalgic for days gone by.

Unfortunately, the same cannot be said of the Disney version up right after. Something about Nigel Bruce, normal white human man who also sort of looks like Yujin's old boss, made it much easier to compartmentalize that the two men on screen weren't actually himself and Sholmes. With a couple of cartoon mice, however? They're abstracted far enough that he can, in fact, see himself and his dear friend in them a little better. Basil's familiar moodiness and eccentricity don't help that. Even that cute little mouse girl is reminding him of Sholmes' daughter something fierce.

Why is Dawson so round and adorable, though... Yujin is horribly embarrassed about it. Please don't look at him during the part of the movie where they're getting drunk at the mouse club, his ears are BURNING.]

B - it's time to d-d-d-duel (mingle prompt!)

[In addition to the cards and board games that Clarke has brought back from Ankata, Yujin's managed to bring back his own contribution: a couple Cubit-themed hanafuda decks. He's happy to stop and explain to any confused-looking orbers who haven't seen the Japanese playing cards before:]

So, there are 48 cards, divided into 12 months, and then 4 flowers. [he explains carefully, spreading out the deck.] I know a great game, as well: it's not too difficult to pick up, it just involves matching. Let me teach you...

[Which is how, of course, Yujin Mikotoba brings the game of Koi-Koi to Ximilia. If you'd like your character to have learned, please feel free to handwave that Yujin has taught them & play some games with him and/or others!

As for the Koi-Koi itself? While everyone who didn't know how to play yet is warming up to the game, Yujin's very kind and instructive about it. One can really see the teacher in him coming out as he guides all the newcomers through how to play with hanafuda.

Once everyone has gotten the hang of it though? It is full on, rowdy, auto-translate overridden, slightly tipsy Asian Uncle Yelling. He's had a too big piece of detective cake and whatever drink(s???) his fellow orbers have shoved at him. Yujin is INTO IT. MAXIMUM DAD UNLEASHED. WITNESS HIM.]

wildcard;
[surprise me or hmu for anything else you'd like at smithsyndicate!]

B

[doooooog]

[ A lot happened in Ankata. A... lot happened in Ankata. So much that I'm not going to even list them all, because it would simply take too long (and definitely not because we haven't finished writing that thread).

When Jake plops in front of Yujin now, it's in his comfortably familiar (yet now also unfamiliar) fuzzy one. There is zero awkwardness or lingering tension, because honestly? They're both way too old for it. Especially Yujin, which is exactly the sort of humor he should expect more of tonight. ]

Well, well, well. If it isn't the old man himself. [ Jake leans forward, passing a casual glance over the colorful artwork. ] What is this, some sorta jigsaw puzzle for retirees?

ok but what's the koi-koi equivalent to the shadow realm, I need to know

[windsongs]

[ Hibiki wasn't planning on playing, intent on just admiring the cards before moving on. But it would be rude to not try to play a game of Koi-Koi with one of the birthday boys, right? Even if she doesn't quite know the rules.

The explanation sounds easy enough, and with a finger curled at her lips, the blonde nods. ]

So kinda like seven rummy? Or poker?

[ Just don't make her bet anything, she has a horrible track record. ]

B

[drawsblood]

[ Joric did not expect tipsy man yelling when he sat down to play this game, but here they are. He has a drink of his own, but it takes like twenty drinks for him to get drunk so he's merely watching with amusement and wondering if the man is going to keep going. ]

And here I say koi-koi to continue, yes?

b

[heyciri]

So when do we start laying bets on this?

( Asked, very conversationally, as she idly regards her eight cards. Her eyebrows quirk up when she looks up and over at him: not so much confidence in her ability to play this match game well, but certainly amusement because in her experience, all games end up devolving into some kind of betting, innocuous and otherwise. )

B

[dispassioned]

[Chishiya really had no intention of lingering this movie night. He knows he’s in a minority but he’s sick of Pokémon and cubits. He doesn’t want to watch the movie and he’s mildly resentful of the ongoing theme.

However.

He’s drawn in by the games in spite of himself. It’s been awhile since he played anything. Even longer since he played something that didn’t end in violence and death. And he knows koi-koi, even if he’s a little rusty. It doesn’t matter. Borderland honed at game playing skills to a fine point and he knows it will come back to him.

He pops a rice candy in his mouth and drops into the chair across from Yujin.]

I know how to play.

[There's a casual confidence to his demeanor that suggests he not only knows how to play but expects he’ll be good at winning.]

b

[coordination]

[ Here comes one of the birthdays boys and MISTER COMPETITVE had a whole audio drama just about his rivalry and chess himself when it comes to a matter of playing games. ]

I know this game.

Vaguely, anyway. I don't think I've given it more than a couple of tries. But my best friend's got a set.

vash / ota

[rootlessly]

i. just a little guy and it's his birthday

[For all that he'd filled in that survey last month, he genuinely hadn't expected anyone to actually remember, much less do anything about it. He'd argued with Ivy about it, but she hadn't been wrong that nobody really knew him, and honestly, Vash hadn't exactly gone to great lengths to change that, either. He's always been a person to stick to the fringes, happy to watch others mill about and enjoy themselves, drifting in and out of the lives of humans across a century and a half.

The little fern she'd gotten him regardless had been touching, and he was happy enough to consider that the end of it. Most of his birthdays pass unremarkably at best, and he's grateful enough when he doesn't have to run out in the middle of the night from bounty hunters or the like.

So when he wanders into the lounge that evening, having forgotten entirely that there was even a planned movie night again, he's a little stunned by seeing the banners, the names, even the four individual cakes and place settings for gifts. Just last month, he'd relived that first and only birthday, too, and he can just picture Rem with her tablet, waiting for the birthday kids to show up to their surprise and record their reactions. It strikes Vash, all at once, that it's been a hundred and forty-nine years since there was anyone to do something like this for him. Sometimes he can almost forget how old he is, how long he's carried on after it all fell apart, young in body alone, but in this moment, he feels it entirely too keenly.

He doesn't have the right to cry, but staring at the cake with the bright pink icing and donut topper, he can feel a heat in his eyes that won't let up, and he winds up biting the inside of his cheek against it until his lungs don't feel so tight. If anyone comes over to offer him birthday wishes, he does find his smile for them, though, albeit a little more strained than the usual.]

Thank you. It's a really nice party, isn't it? I hope you're having a good time too.

[That 'too' is doing a lot of heavy lifting in that sentence, but it is his story and he's sticking to it.]

ii. we all in our pokéfeels tonight

[It starts out charming, of course. Nostalgic for the place they've left behind and the creatures they'd barely had time to bid their farewells to. The whole little story of Pikachu's Vacation is heartwarming and gentle, and it eases some of the heaviness in his heart.

It's all fun and games until the short's over and they get into the movie proper, anyway, and by the time Vash realizes what he's in for, he's already in too deep, too invested in Mewtwo's storyline, his pain and his rage that's so, so familiar. He could so easily be watching Nai himself in the scenes where Mewtwo destroys the laboratory, in which he swears vengeance toward humanity and Pokémon alike, in which he rebuilds the facility anew to create his own clones, meaning to take over the world with them.

There's angry red welts in his palms from digging his nails in so anxiously as the Pokémon whose trainers had been lured to New Island battle their clones, and he actually has to stifle a pained noise when Ash jumps in between the psychic blasts to stop the violence. By the time Pikachu fails to revive him, the tears are openly falling, despite his best efforts, and while he's relieved when the boy is saved and Mewtwo decides to stop his rampage, there's still something about the conclusion that aches. Mewtwo takes his clones and retreats to find them a place to live on their own, just as Nai wanted to do with the Plants...a solution they didn't have the luxury of, not without dooming all the humans to certain death.

That's not really the part that troubles him, though. Softly, almost to himself, he finds himself speaking as the credits roll:]

...They didn't need to fight. They could've...coexisted together, couldn't they? The clones weren't that different.

i.

[windsongs]

[ The baggage that Hibiki has when it comes to her birthday could never compare to the weight that Vash carries with him, but she can at least relate with the awkwardness that comes from having all that attention thrust upon him without warning. Even this is a calculated move on her part, seeing a fellow birthday blonde hovering near the treat table and making her way over, two Cubit-themed paper cups in hand as she meets him with a smile, a friend tucked under her arm.

Is it just her, or does he seem a little wound up? Sure, they haven't interacted much--maybe once or twice while on mission--but is it just her, or does he seem a bit uncomfortable? Her grin dialed back a few degrees, Hibiki offers a cup filled with soda to him. Here, have a drink. ]

Yeah! Feels kinda weird celebrating like this, though. I'm not used to people making a big deal out of my birthday. It's a lot, huh?

[ A beat, as she shifts topics slightly. ]

So, what day's yours?

i

[coordination]

It's not bad.

[ Spoken with no edge and the way Yzak himself is looking around at the others - those who are taking a moment out for him, Newton - it's obvious that he's touched. ]

There's usually not so much of a birthday tilt to these things, but leave it to Newton to change things up.

sean diaz is new enough that i'm gonna use his name, but also tattoos and brownies

[wolfbrother]

[ Getting used to an environment where the basic necessities of survival were no longer Sean's constant, preoccupying concern was... a process. A process that included a lot of sleep. Like, a lot of sleep. His dreams weren't great, but at least Daniel was usually in them. For better or worse, it was nice to see his face and briefly forget about how very, very far they were from each other now.

Sean was glad to be on this crew. Grateful, even. The opportunity to go back and fix the single worst thing to ever happen to his family... he'd endure an entire lifetime without them, if it meant his Dad could be alive and Daniel would have a normal childhood. Even so, the process of integrating back brought Sean back to the high school room -- a place he'd been so recently, yet felt so far away from him now. Weird.

The people here still largely strangers, but nice ones. There was even a large vat of posole that made him smile, even if the taste wasn't exactly how his Dad made it. He seeks out the party host and gives the overeager man an awkward thumbs up in reply to his enthusiastic pointing. See? He could be nice, too. ]

---

Yet Another Birthday Bitch

[ The overwhelming amount of birthday messaging awaiting them when Sean walks through the door to the event is a little jarring; not least of which because his immediate assumption is that it's for him. It's the kind of thought that starts as excitement and quickly turns to cringe as realization sets in. You lied on your stupid form, jerkoff, his mind reminds him helpfully.

A lie that would probably feel a lot more cool now if like... anyone had actually believed he was twenty.

Initial embarrassment aside, the party was... really nice, actually. The fun was practically splashed on the walls, revelling in the kind of loud juvenile enthusiasm little kid parties had. With a cube of chocolate Transformers cake on his plate, Sean can't help but think how much Daniel would've loved it.

Before the smile can twist into something sadder, Sean has to act quickly. Without pausing to look at who he's nudging, Sean leans into the closest person and asks: ] Do you guys really have a ship birthday thing every month?

[ Sean only catches the slip once it's already left his mouth. You guys. Not we, not us, but you guys. Welp. Maybe this party would be the thing to change that. ]

Baking Brownies

[ While everyone else was busy doing their actual jobs on the mission, Sean spent his time there largely getting his internal clock back on track. Apparently Northern California was on like, the opposite circadian rhythm as this part of space, 'cuz while everyone else was awake he usually felt like death warmed over. It made him a bit of a night owl in Ankata, working his personal goal and selling Cubit portraits to drunk clubgoers for practice and quick cash.

Like, a lot of cash, actually. More cash than Sean had had to his name in quite a long time, only now with nothing to actually spend it on anything important.

Unless you consider fancy pens, armfuls of snacks, a rinky dink tattoo gun, some box cake mix, chocolate frosting, and a large tub of extra strength cannabutter important. Sean came back from Ankata like he'd just returned from the grocery store, stowing everything safely in he and Sizhui's room before making a quick run to the kitchens the afternoon before the party.

If he was gonna finally make friends around here, this was... definitely one way to do it. ]

Hey! --Oh, uh. [ He smiles awkwardly, trying to pretend he hadn't just shouted at a stranger. Unexpected moments of quiet in otherwise loud songs: a traitor to teenagers everywhere. Barreling ahead, he starts peeling back the foil on a large plate. ] I'm Sean. Diaz. I'm new. Not new new, but... yeah! So--

[ Off comes the foil, revealing an impressive number of mini-brownies. A hand written label with the words BROWNIES (FYI THERE'S WEED IN THESE) is tapped to the plate. ]

Brought along some party favors. It's just a box mix. [ He explains, a bit abashed. ] But they're pretty good, I had one an hour ago and they're not too skunky or anything. Still haven't hit me, either. So you're probably good to take a couple if you want.

[ Unsure how to end his spiel, Sean rocks back on his heels awkwardly for an endless silent second. ]

Oh--did I mention my name's Sean?

( baking brownies )

[offseers]

Weed?

[ he eyes them curiously. what is weed. what are brownies. were there always this many kinds of food? who has time for all of that? ]

SEAN'S SHITTY TATTOO CORNER

[wolfbrother]

[ Come one, come all, and gather here at the card tables near the punch. The movie is playing in the background and maybe you're feeling a little Turnt, as they say. Perhaps you spy one of the newbies (not new new, as he'll be quick to tell you) doodling on an orange with one of these. ]

I just bought it in Ankata. Pretty cool, right? [ He smiles, if he notices you staring. ] I knew a girl who used to do these for everyone she met. She gave me mine, see?

[ He displays for you a truly unique tattoo, still in the process of healing. ]

I brought my stuff if you wanna try it? I'm still learning, though, so like... say yes at your own risk.

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(( OOC: Comment below if your character would sit for Sean and be tattoo'd! A few caveats to consider before taking this dangerous plunge:

1) Sean is a very gifted artist, but he is also very new at tattooing.
2) No finding images on google. I will be drawing the design your character asks for in a way that reflects Sean's style and relative skill level. For an idea of what it might look like, take a peak at Sean's own tattoo.
3) It will literally be tattoo'd on them and if they hate it, they're gonna have to get it covered somehow. These tattoos will be no larger than a quarter, but still. This is what we call RP Stakes, people.

Feel free to thread out your character discussing what they want with Sean or simply reply with a description of what your character would ask for. If you feel like being extra spicy, go ahead and simply comment with SURPRISE ME in the subject line and Sean will ICly draw something that your character makes him think of. Live mas, everybody. ]

noah | xenoblade

[offseers]

[ this is not the arrival he expected. noah takes it all in with wide eyes. there's so much food and . . . videos? movies? noah is not familiar with the terminology but it seemed interesting.

but more than that, everyone seemed to treat this as a . . . normal celebration. and perhaps it was. growing . . . old is normal. isn't it?

human nature. how it's supposed to be. he buries the grief that threatened to rise up with him, wiping his face. he's fine. it's fine.

instead noah points to the sweets. ]

Do you know how to eat these?

[groupiedrifter]

[Newt is right there for ya, buddy. In fact, he's already been eating sweets.

Too many sweets. He's, as the kids say, 'buggin'.]

Of course! If anyone's a pro at eating, it's yours truly.

Anything here catch your eye?

[He's far, far past being shocked by the lack of candy in people's lives.]

[windsongs]

A. SURPRISED_PIKACHU.JPG

[ As soon as Hibiki heard that there was going to be a big get-together, she knew what she had to do. Sure, she could probably whip something up in the oven, but there's something else she's much better at making than baked goods. Time for her to flex her killer barista skills, cause there ain't no sleeping at this movie night.

But it's good that she decided not to bring any sweets, considering the sheer amount of cakes present--including one for her?! What?!! Who said that was allowed? She's getting you back for this one day, Newt!

Wheeling her makeshift coffee cart filled with a few canisters of coffee and a small assortment of syrups toward the cake table, clad in her fit for the night, the birthday girl grins bright as she grabs a mug in preparation. ]

So, what'll it be for you this evening? Drinks are on me!

B. EVERYONE'S A CRITIC

[ Yes, she is an absolute sucker for mystery films, and the Pokemon film suddenly hits much closer to home. But as Footloose plays, Hibiki is completely sucked into the plot. Cuddling her new friend to her chest, the blonde leans forward, eyes on the screen as a deep-set frown tugs at her lips. Is anyone else really paying attention at this point, or is she the only one invested here? ]

Okay, how can they just ban rock music? And dancing? And nobody's fighting it? That's so stupid! What's their problem?

[ Hello neighbor, did you ask for some heated commentary? Too bad, you're getting it. Because yes, she's getting legitimately upset over this. And yes, she may have spiked her own drink. Part of this is her birthday party, she's allowed to have a drink. Even if it will absolutely go to her head. Hurray for being a lightweight! ]

[ananym]

[ alucard glances at her, interest caught. ]

Drinks?

ciri | bringing the knucklebones | ota

[heyciri]

( The food is fantastic. She has to track Newt down to tell him that, because the last number of weeks she's been cooking for herself and that has been less than ideal here. On the other hand, she's had time to figure out what sort of fiddling convinces a machine that makes things that sheep bones are perfect for using in a slingshot.

Which she supposes they could be used, if one ran out of rounder things to slingshot. What she really wants is what she ends up with: a set of knucklebones, and clear space at one of the tables away from the films that play, lips quirking up into a grin. )

Every played knucklebones before?

( She tosses the seven bones up, not too far, just enough to get some air, and catches them again in the palm of her hand - not starting a game, but making obvious what one uses for it. )

Give it a try!

( Do you accept the hand she holds out to you, now turned palm side down, fingers curled around the knucklebones, waiting to fall into your own open palm(s)? )

[offseers]

[ noah glances at him curiously. a game? ]

How do I play?

Shuntaro Chishiya | Alice in Borderland

[dispassioned]

[Chishiya is, honestly, extremely Done with cubits and Pokémon and anything resembling pocket monsters at this point. As such he damn near skips movie night entirely, but then he finds out what’s on the menu. He’s not about to miss out on sukiyaki.

It’s been a long fucking time since he had sukiyaki, okay. Or at least it feels that way. Between Borderland and the Ximilia Chishiya's sense of time is pretty messed up.

So he does, in fact, wander into movie night, but pointedly ignores the movie that’s playing. There are a pair of earbuds resting in his ears attached to an old second-hand iPod he found at the most recent supply drop. It came pre-loaded with a truly absurd amount 90s and 00s Western pop music, which may not be his favorite in general but is still, at the moment, preferable to listening to Pikachu pikachuing.

Currently, he can be found sitting at the back of the room, nursing a drink, eating a bowl of sukiyaki and blasting Britney Spears' "Toxic" into his ears at full volume.

Feel free to bother him.]

[morethan084]

[Daisy was here mostly for the food as well, and when she doesn’t see Joric just yet she looks around at the other familiar faces until she spots Chishiya by himself. Grabbing one of the goodie bags filled with candy, Daisy tucks it into the back pocket of her jeans as her hands are full with a bowl of some kind of stew and a beer.

As she approaches she can faintly hear…]

Is that Britney Spears?