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Who: Lup (

ohnehalfte), and possibly you!
What: Drunken party of drunkenness and shenanigans
When: Nov 17th, mid-day until everyone passes tf out
Where: Islet #2 aka Trash Island, somewhere out in front of cottage 1 and along the beach
Warnings: Drunk people, swearing, ill-advised people hitting each other with sticks, questionable food, drunken cuddles and crying, etc, etc tbc when there's more

Welcome to Islet 2! There are many reasons for you to be here right now. Maybe you live here. Maybe you're visiting someone who lives here. Maybe you've been invited to this sick party by one of the above idiots. Maybe you were just passing by and got dragged into the festivities. Who cares, really? You're here now!

Out in front of Cottage 1 there's the beautiful banner that you see above hanging on the outside, lovingly crafted by one of the twins. The twins have also lovingly crafted some vodka using magic and potatoes. Potato magic. And hey! There's also stuff that the twins cooked! Like potato tornadoes, fried shark genitals and Fantasy Kentucky Fried Pterax! And other food! And there's a fire! And activities! And drinking!

Mainly drinking. In fact, there is a large cooking pot that, at the moment, is full of the most moonshine-iest vodka you have ever had. There are empty halves of coconut shells to serve as cups, as well as some clay cups that may or may not have come from an interesting source. So help yourself! Who knows how long it'll last, considering the amount of guests. Heck! It might even be repurposed later, after all the vodka is gone! So drink up.

Anyway, feel free to join in on the festivities! There will be several threads for activities where people can mingle, or you can start your own. Have a party, chill out, and/or imbibe ill-advised substances to try and forget that you died. Wheeeee!

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[Yeah, drunk adults being idiots is like, Maka-repellent. However, the snack table keeps her here long enough that someone might be able to corner her and strike up a conversation.

If nobody bothers her, she'll just... shove snacks into the pocket of her now-sleeveless hoodie and make her way out.]

It's not stealing if it's free buffet-style snacks, which means that Taako like, double isn't in any moral position to give a lecture about it, maybe more. Still, it seems somehow like a circumstance that requires his input? Weird kid loading up on free food with her eyes out for the nearest exit, metaphorically speaking, since islands don't have exits per se. Concern? Is that the input it requires? Gross. Taako sighs from the depths of his very soul.

"You know, normally I'd be on the same page, but I worked hard on these snacks, dammit. They deserve a doggie bag at least, not a hoodie pocket. Eeugh."

Concern is... probably not the right input, with the way Maka stares brazenly back at Takko. She might be scarred and half-starved and generally look like she’s speng a couple years trying to survive somewhere that absolutely didn’t want her to, but there’s nothing in her expression that says she needs help.

She doesn’t say anything, but she holds out her hand with an expression that probably translates to “do you have a doggie bag, or are you just talking shit?”

Can it with the attitude, munchkin, Taako is the urchin-whisperer and he doesn't need an entire family of context clues to spot a Trouble(d) Youth. Which is why his response is a split second of being hilariously scandalised, before he rises to the challenge with grudging approval. He doesn't have a doggie bag exactly, but he's not really short on containers. He retrieves a basket and sets it on the table, scooting it equidistant between them without breaking eye contact. How's that, kid? What now?. He does keep a grip on it, however.

Suddenly it occurs to him that he is smugly, what, offering someone a to-go box? That's a dumb thing to do. Even worse, he's kind of holding it hostage? There's a failed roll somewhere in here probably. "You gotta respect the snacks, kid. If nothing else. Are you actually hungry or do you just like stealing food at parties?" He sounds more judgmental about culinary disrespect than thievery.

Maka keeps that eye contact, stubbornly unflinching as she puts a hand on that basket as well. She’s never backed down from a challenge and she isn’t going to start now.

At his question, she holds up two fingers with her free hand, expression not much changed. Yes, she’s hungry. And yes, she’s going to load up when there’s so much extra food.

Why's this kid like this. Well, at least she's honest? Hungry AND just enjoys stealing, okay, that's not something he's got the wherewithal to judge; he purses his lips, shrugs, fair enough, lets go of the basket. Whatever, as long as she won't be eating handfuls of crumbs out of a pocket later. That can be fun but you gotta choose it, and preferably your boss has to see, whereas this kid is probably unemployed. "My name's Taako. Do you really not talk, or is this just a bit we're doing?"

And now she has a basket, in addition to food. Carefully, she starts unloading her pocket and placing the snacks in their new receptacle in a way that will keep them from being smashed more than absolutely necessary.

At Taako’s question, she shakes her head and taps one hand against the bandana around her neck. It hides the scarring there, but the scars that stretch from the corners of her mouth aren’t as easily concealed (some of those are from when the vines almost ripped her jaw off, some of them are from when her evil clone tried to scratch her face off). But she’s got enough scars and looks generally rough-and-tumble enough that they don’t stand out too much.

M-A-K-A she spells out, not expecting the elf to understand. Between the conversation and the prospect of taking home snacks, she’s becoming more friendly.

Oof, yeah, that answers that. Oh well, talking out loud is overrated anyway. He watches the signing with more attention than he seems to give lots of things, but that's about all he can do with it, even as clever as he's momentarily seeming. He gets the point of it, anyway, if not the specifics. It seems like a promising if slight change in attitude? Even without his comprehension? Uhh...now what.

"Cool. I don't know what you actually said, maybe you can write it down sometime. Can you?" Taako has a mini logistical crisis with regard to language, before quickly absolving himself of caring about that with a sigh and a small head-shake. "Whatever. Listen, I made this stuff for a party, but I make stuff all the time. Like, all the time. Bring the basket by the temple, I'll stamp a card, you can get a refill. Probably not the spiral potatoes though, those are a huge pain in the ass to do, I'm over 'em."

She nods in response to Taako's question, but doesn't pull out her whiteboard yet. There's no point, and she's going to be leaving soon anyway.

A punch card means a loyalty program, like at Deathbucks. Which means he's not giving away food for free. Maka rubs her fingers together, with a questioning expression. What is he expecting for payment?

Taako raises an eyebrow at her question, not because he doesn't understand, but because he's surprised she's asking it at all. Boy howdy. Kids today. If someone had offered him a basket for the food he was uh, accumulating, asking questions about payment would have been a distant memory in the wind of his escape. "Yeah we're pretty off the grid here, you know? Not a lot, not a real currency situation, we're basically just beached garbage on a barter system, now."

Maybe he should try that again, with less tipsy malaise and more...not that. "So the punchcard's a joke. I make stuff and people buy it with other stuff, who cares, bring me some fish or something. Or don't. What am I gonna do, put 'em in the bank? Why are you questioning me?" A timeless Taako tactic, dramatic misdirection.

Maka cares, if the sudden straightening of her posture and the tilt of her chin are any indication. Maka has a sense of humor, she just doesn't like being the butt of the joke, and doesn't like it when her attempts at clarifying get laughed at.

Why is she questioning him? Because he's clearly just an idiot trying to be funny. She stops the questioning and just... flips him off.

(Lots of her arguments devolve into that now, but it's more effective than trying to communicate everything she wants to say).

Like he has so often and unexpectedly on this island adventure, Taako bursts out into surprised laughter. Honestly, even if he weren't...the way he is, he still wouldn't blame her for taking that little shortcut of communication. "Taako earned that one, I guess. Listen, I'm just saying, when I was your age I'd have already been in the next town over chowin down, 'stead a this," he mimics her money gesture. "So the way I see it, it's way past my turn to be on the other side of that. Right?" At least he's trying?

The next town over... that wasn't an option in the Box, it isn't an option here, it's not something Maka considered. She doesn't run.

She does nod, middle finger going down and expression turning more cautious than annoyed. Laugher's good, but... look, she's never been excessively social and she doesn't really like dealing with adults. But just for that, she grabs something else off the table and puts it in with her pile.

Her grabbing another snackfood, seemingly in retribution, doesn't quite set him off again, but he grins like it's a near thing. She's a weird, prickly kid with maybe a surprising lawful streak, it's hard not to find that a little likeable. Lup's gotta see this one too, she'll get a huge kick out of this rowdy urchin.

"I wasn't kidding about the temple, though. Me 'n' my sister have a store set up there, with more than just food." He gives her what he hopes is a meaningful and convincing look. "Paper, writing utensils, baskets. That stuff's a little more--that takes magic and materials. So that, you can bring some fish. Or dry grass, or whatever. If that makes you feel less like you're robbing a kindly elven shopkeeper blind."

She nods, twice, slowly. She'll take that into consideration, or maybe just throw a handful of dry grass at him next time she sees him.

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