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.]

Comments

[vagabone]

[He lives in the moment more often than not, knowing time is short and friends disappear all the time.

This moment's not so bad. See, she did know best.]

Thanks.

[prettypurpleparlor]

You're very welcome, dearie. I always like to see a satisfied customer.

[She winks cheerfully at him.]

How have you been, lately?

[vagabone]

I hope you're not keeping tabs, even though I'm a 'customer' now.

[What could he possibly pay with? Also, terrible question, she should have caught on by now that he's going to lie about it until the end of time.]

About the same. You?

[prettypurpleparlor]

[Damn near everyone she knows here lies about that question because they're all a bunch of overly-stoic idiots, and she knows it. But she still has to keep asking, it's just decent manners.]

We're functioning largely on the barter system, at present. You pay whatever you think the meal was worth, within your own means. Which, depending on the person- and the meal- in question, can range anywhere from food and resources of their own to a reasonably sincere compliment on the taste.

[She isn't expecting Hector to have much to pay with.]

As well as can be expected, under the circumstances. There's always half-a-dozen things that need doing, at least, and I'm still trying to get them all done.

[vagabone]

[...Or he could pay by working for free, whether she asked him to or not. He can't sit around twiddling his thumbs, howling into rocks and pestering others forever. There's so much time to kill.]

What needs doing right now?

[prettypurpleparlor]

[Muffet gives him a wry look, but she's not going to discourage someone from helping out if he actually wants to, even if he doesn't need to. What's an easy task she could give him...]

You could help me peel some potatoes, if you like- I'm going to be putting them in a stew later.

[Ah, a nice classic chore.]

[vagabone]

[Maybe he's bored, maybe he's grasping for anything normal to do. Or both.]

Excellent, I can do that much for you.

[prettypurpleparlor]

[Muffet nods and turns around, disappearing into the back for a moment and coming out again carrying two bowls, one empty and one full of freshly-washed potatoes, and a small knife. She sets them on the counter in front of Hector, so that he can help peel them without having to stand up the whole time.]

Here we are. You're welcome to help with as much or as little of this as you like.

[She pulls out a knife of her own and begins peeling one of the potatoes herself, dropping the peelings into the empty bowl. They might make good compost, no sense letting them go to waste.]

[vagabone]

[He kicks his left leg out and gets to work. He'll quit when they're all peeled and not before, because really... what else is there to do? It's one of those things you never forget how to do, he'll be done soon enough.

(Not all the juice was finished.)]

So... someone tells me you guys built this place?

[prettypurpleparlor]

[Muffet has definitely noticed that, and he had better be planning to finish the rest of it.]

Oh, yes, a few of us all working together- there were some old broken-down buildings already here, so we tore down the unusable portions and put up something new on the foundation.

[vagabone]

[Someone else could have it! He doesn't have cooties.]

This the first thing you built? A bar?

[That's both funny and awesome.]

[prettypurpleparlor]

[You drink your goddamn juice, Hector, it's tasty and good for you.]

We've built a fair few other things here, don't worry- most of the houses people have been staying in, for one thing. Shelter that we haven't had to rebuild ourselves is rather hard to come by, here.

But since we had the more practical work done, we thought perhaps the island could use a little fun, too.

[vagabone]

Who's worrying? People need fun as much as they need anything else. It's a great place, I love it.

[He says, stating the obvious. He's only been hanging around like a bad smell all day.]

[prettypurpleparlor]

I'm glad to hear it.

[Muffet smiles, deftly working to peel a potato with swift efficiency.]

There's enough stress and struggle around here, people deserve to have something nice.

[vagabone]

[He may not be as quick as her, but he gets the job done. It's been a long, long time since he had to do any food preparation.]

You made it yourselves, you earned it.

[prettypurpleparlor]

You're included in that too, you know. You deserve to enjoy this place just as much as anyone else does.

[Don't think she hasn't noticed you tend to put yourself out on others' behalf, Hector.]

[vagabone]

[It wasn't on purpose this time!! He shrugs as he peels.]

I'm here. I'm enjoying.

[prettypurpleparlor]

Good. See that you continue.

[Translation: keep coming around here, she enjoys your company.]