in the middle of summer [ OPEN MINGLE ]

[postictal]

Who: Anyone!
What: Catch-all Denny mingle for the last week or so of July
When: Anytime between July 25th and July 31st
Where: Denny
Warnings: Label your stuff if it comes up



[Feel free to use this as a catch-all for whatever your character might conceivably be doing here. Are they loitering outside? Delivering supplies/food? Helping improve the place because god it certainly needs it? Cooking? Socializing? Eating? Just wanting to booze it up? GO WILD.]

[There are nominal rules but if you don't get caught you don't have to deal with them, so you do you.]

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[vagabone]

[Héctor's here, sometimes. He's been stubborn about eating a meal so far, figuring it's a waste when everyone else needs it and there may not be enough to go around one day.

But he does need company and people to chatter at, like the living need food and air. And he can't wander off to explore the new island every day... he doesn't have the energy as of yet.

The Denny has its very own skeleton now. Cherish him. Cherish.]

[prettypurpleparlor]

[Also, some people won't just let you get away with that, here. Muffet delicately puts down a cup in front of Hector, and asks:]

So, do you prefer tea or fruit juice?

[She doesn't seem likely to take no for an answer- she might not be able to make you buy a meal but you're at least getting something, dammit. You can't just sit at her bar and go hungry while she watches.]

[onegreeneye]

[Oh, hey, it's that... talking skeleton with hair? Which is a combination of traits that Ginko is still getting used to, but the guy seems alright.

Which is why Ginko approaches him when it comes time to look for somewhere to sit down while he eats.] Hey - this spot taken?

[braceforimpact]

[It's known to SEELE (and therefore to Kaworu) that human life can take many different forms.

The existence of humans who have abandoned the human form is... well, that's technically what Kaworu's 'kind' is. His own extremely human form is an act of Lilim.

So, you know. The skeleton isn't that weird.

But he's still staring at it from across the Denny, not all that subtly. It's very quickly apparent that his human lessons spent an insufficient amount of time covering the finer points of 'manners.'

If Héctor catches him staring, or makes eye contact, Kaworu won't even have the decency to look away.]

[thermalwind]

Doing okay? [Not the best thing to ask someone who is well, dead. He doesn't want to think that over. So he doesn't as he settles into the nearest chair. He pulls his hood back and lets himself rest.] Thought I'd ask since I hadn't seen you in a while.

[forwearemany]

(Oh hey, it's Legion!

...Why are they even here? They don't need to eat.

Still though, they're definitely there, standing with their back to the wall and watching people.)

[prettypurpleparlor]

[Muffet can understand the entertainment value of people-watching, but it still seems rude to just ignore a potential customer entirely, so she greets Legion with a polite little nod and smiles.]

Hello, dearie. Is there anything in particular that catches your interest here, today?

[vagabone]

[That's one of the robots from the plague island, isn't it? And they're here, alive--or whatever passes for alive for a machine. Because he's been watching Legion for quite some time and he's seen them move.

What's it like talking to an automaton, he wonders. Well, why sit and wonder when he can go over and find out? He sidles over and leans against the wall next to them.]

Hello?

[onegreeneye]

[Well, here's... someone. Someone who's either just watching pensively, or... maybe very lost? It's hard to tell when they don't have a face he can examine as a point of reference.

Either way, Ginko inevitably ends up wandering over to Legion, watching them curiously.] ...You need anything?

[prettypurpleparlor]

[As usual, Muffet is behind the counter- she tends to be working here, when she isn't out taking care of some other project.]

[She's always keeping busy somehow, whether it's cooking up food, keeping the place running smoothly, tallying up their stored goods, talking to her fellow castaways, or simply using some downtime to work on one of her smaller, more portable projects- you might see her weaving something small and intricate, during the slow periods.]

[Feel free to come over and say hello.]

[tuskenlancer]

[ You'd think that after meeting and living with everyone from aliens to elves to giant grey-skinned horned people, finding a spider serving food wouldn't be a big deal. And maybe it isn't - but it's still enough to give CT some pause, freezing in place and doing a double-take as Muffet turns around. She blinks, trying not to stare too obviously at too many eyes and too many legs and this can't be real, right? CT swallows and tries to smile. Probably best not to make her mad, if she doesn't want to be wrapped up in a web and eaten. ]

Uh...hello?

[crystallying]

[ Lucas wanders in at some point, looking lost and, honestly, kind of bedraggled. His labcoat is stained, there are leaves in his ponytail, and his glasses can't hide the dark circles under his eyes. Needless to say, he hasn't been adjusting well to Island Time, and he keeps glancing around nervously as he approaches the far end of the bar, as if there are certain people he's trying to avoid. ]

[postictal]

[Tim's behind the bar, currently, never mind the irony in the fact that he can't drink. The guy seems roughly Tim's age, give or take a few years, though that might just be the way he happens to physically looks; Tim's learned not to make those kinds of assumptions.]

[Nonetheless, there's one thing he can be completely certain of: the fact that the guy looks like he's running from something. Tim recognizes that look, see. He's worn it himself too often not to.]

It's hard to tell with the crowd we have around here, [says Tim, nonchalant,] but you are over eighteen, right? Or are you just looking for...I dunno, coconut milk or something?

[They have so much coconut. So much.]

[postictal]

[Tim, when he isn't behind the counter, can probably be found at one of the tables in the corner, sorting through a basket of flare guns. He's taking stock - currently at eighteen, as it happens. If you happen to pass by, he'll probably wonder if you want one, seemingly apropos of nothing.]

You want one? [He'll even shake one of the old guns with raised eyebrows.] We've got extra.

[tomodachi]

What is it?

[He has never seen a flare gun in his life, Tim.]

[braceforimpact]

A gun?

[Kaworu smiles at it--and at Tim. It's as though this is somehow inherently amusing.

He's floating maybe six inches off the ground, his hands in his pockets. This is a totally normal thing for a person to do, and doesn't really make up for the fact that he's less than five feet tall.]

[propugnator]

( there's a pause when tim addresses him, carefully glancing over the basket and then finally tim himself. those look like flare guns, which are undeniably useful, but it's a little unexpected to be freely offered one. )

Is it alright just to give me one?

[thisisourfuture]

I could take another. How are you doing? [Hinata sets his hand on the table. He looks better than he had last time. Expression friendly, pack slung over his shoulder.]

[vagabone]

[Oh my, that sure is a pile of guns.]

You're handing these out to everyone?

[Probably... not the worst idea... not that shooting, say, Upsy would have done squat.]

[tuskenlancer]

[ CT wanders close, peering curiously down into the basket and raising an interested eyebrow. She's at least familiar enough with weaponry to recognize the flare guns for what they are, unlike some of the others. ]

Where'd you get all these?

[tomodachi]

[Crow is a robot, and therefore does not eat and has no reason to be here.

And yet, he is here, and he is... entertaining himself by making noise with a spoon against a cup and overturned bowl as if trying to play a rhythm of some kind. Yeah.]

[forwearemany]

(At some point, Legion will spot their fellow robot and sit across from him.)

Crow.

[propugnator]

( occasionally shiro swings by here—there's a certain charm to the name after all—although he's been meaning to ask about helping out. he's just not gotten a chance to yet with everything else that has been going on.

priorities.

for now, he's taken to a seat just to have a place to think for a moment. )

[thermalwind]

[Sometimes Keith comes by. He's been keeping tabs on where people are since he's been in motion going back and forth between Umui and Enso.

He steps through the doorway and spots Shiro as he tugs his hood back, the mask dis-engaging.]

Shiro. Got a moment? [He steps towards him as he slides his glass-like knife back into its sheath on his hip.]

[antepone]

[ Mira comes upon the place while she's walking around, and... the sign catches her eye. And immediately, she's reminded quite strongly of the fact that she's got a job back home? A job at... Denny's.

It makes the fact that she's far from home a lot more stark. Oh boy. Either way, she hangs out sometimes here; sometimes she eats, sometimes she just sits and thinks about her life and her choices.

She's cool talking to whoever comes by, though. ]

[everylittlesecret]

[Mira might be okay with the sign, but Nari isn't. She's flipping mad. Why? BECAUSE THE "'S" IS MISSING.

Even Space Denny's had the "'s"! So she sits down hard next to her friend and huffs.]

I am so mad I can't set this place on fire like a mansion.

[tuskenlancer]

[ Free restaurant had sounded unbelievable enough that CT had avoided it at first, convinced that it had to be some kind of trap. But Denny is, apparently, legitimate, and curiosity and hunger alike had finally driven away her doubts and led her to its doors.

She'd been expecting, well, a restaurant, but when she opens the doors and gets a good look at the place, she stops in her tracks, eyes going wide. She's hit, quite suddenly and unexpectedly, with a wave of painful nostalgia - the inside looks like nothing so much as the Hanged Man back in Kirkwall, and she spends a long, long moment just looking around, not even aware of the tears slipping down her cheeks.



Later, she finds herself a quiet spot in the corner and sits there, nursing a drink and watching the crowd. She's not the type to approach anyone else or make a spectacle of herself, but she does smile, friendly enough, at anyone who passes by. ]

[tokenflavortownie]

[Pyrrha, already seated inside, had been looking for familiar faces among the crowd. She turns her head upward when she hears the doors opening- and it's CT! It gets her to rise out of her seat to go meet her at the door...]

CT! How are...

[But, as she grows closer, she starts to notice something CT hasn't yet.]

I... are you okay?

closed to lup | 25th maybe?

[postictal]

[Tim has been a little preoccupied of late - between Umui and the robots and the flowers and the diary entries and Chara wanting to burn down an entire hospital building, an instinct with which Tim agrees a shade too heartily, he thinks, he's not had a lot of time to consider what's been lost.]

[Denny is quiet for the moment. This is probably ideal, considering Tim still has a kitten he has no intention to keep and no idea what to do with.]

[He watches Salem bat at coconut shell glasses on the counter, chin propped up on the heel of his palm with half-moon eyes.]

What'm I gonna do with you? [he mutters, to which he receives no reply.]