you and me in the moonlight

[crosslaced]

Who: You!
What: A year end party MINGLELOG to help everyone recover from the Shit we’ve been through.
When: Forwarddated to Nov 24
Where: Enso E4, close to the ST Temple
Warnings: Mark as necessary, but none expected.

As the end of November draws near…… it’s time for that player plot the mods hinted at in their latest announcement.

Laurent’s Witch Labyrinth! -no, actually, it’s just a party.

[preparation]

All day on the 24th people are hard at work setting up on the golden beaches of Enso. The Storyteller’s Temple can be seen from the site and vice versa; it’s just a short walk away. There’s quite a bit to be done, so every extra pair of hands are welcome!

[the party]

As evening falls, a series of torches light up the party site for the lost; most prominent are the three large campfires spaced out across the beach, offering a variety of gathering spots for those who don’t like the loud partying going on at the other one.

There’s more than enough food to go around. An entire Cariborn is being dug up from the sandy soil way up the beach, having been roasted in the ground. There’s a wide variety spread out on tables… of handwaved origin… maybe they’re the ones left around from 4/20?? It’s probably fine. Herb- baked vegetables, fresh fruits, meat of various types, pizza!! and yes, Muffet’s Magic Blackberry Alcohol abound.

We’ve also got party favors. Amongst them, it seems like..... owo are these sparklers?

Come hang out! It’s a well-deserved break.

[activities]

The children (and adults so-inclined) have some cute party games to have fun with. There’s a simple little ringtoss area set up, with rings that aren’t even proper circles (listen, Laurent tried) and wooden stakes in the ground to be ringed.

Across the wide stretch of sand there's a lot that can be done- want to build some sandcastles? Pick some shells? Fight some crabs? The beach is dotted with doodles in the sand, inviting you to join in.

The biggest attraction is perhaps the petting zoo- well, it’s a cluster of animals just hanging out, but you get the idea. Located far up on the beach and away from the danger of the waves, the petting zoo has three whole Chocobos, two whole Tigerlilies (one of which is clearly guarding the Chocobos), and one whole horse. Sometimes two horses, but the grey wandering one is wearing a plaque that says “I BITE. PET ME CAREFULLY.”

[storyteller?]

Yes, ST-chan is invited! I’m leaving it to them to top-level or tag out at their leisure. Keep an eye out for the bunny god, they’re Coming.

Comments

[lesbeau]

[She kinda nods like she's listening, eyes trained on the pizza in a studious look. Yeah, you could get anything baked into the cheese, right? If that's how it works. She still doesn't know everything about this food, but it's not that hard to figure out once a few specifications are given to her.]

Could you get peppers on here? Is it like other bread where you could like, bake bourbon into the top?

[These are Beau's priorities. Alcohol flavored things and hot peppers. That sounds like a plan. She takes another bite, the right way this time, and does not need to squeeze sauce out of her hand afterwards- a plus all around.]

Oh, sausage too.

[yallstupid]

Bro, peppers are like, a staple of most pizzas! But they're more the sweet peppers, though heck knows y'all can put them ass-blasting ones on there, if'n y'feeling bold. Or, like, hot sauce. [He chuckles darkly. He, uh...he may have been the type of person to douse peoples' slices of pizza in tabasco sauce and hide it under a thick layer of melted cheese, just for shits and giggles. There were many a prank played in the Team Skull Mansion, and everyone knew not to prank the boss.]

Speaking of, I think there's a bourbon barbecue sauce that exists? And if that's a thing, I know y'all could get a bourbon barbecue chicken pizza. And sausage is definitely a thing. Dang, now I kinda wanna make one... Full on meat lovers, though. Not some piddly pansy nonsense. [A PIZZA'S NOT A PIZZA UNLESS IT'S COVERED IN DEAD ANIMALS.]

[lesbeau]

Uh, hell yes. How many types of meat do you think would fit on this thing?

[She has no idea how to make a pizza but suddenly it's all she wants to do.]

Is it weird to ask the god here for like, meat food, because they're a rabbit or whatever? Is it just weird if we ask for rabbit because fuck I want bacon.

[I can't believe they're finally on the right foot and all it took was bacon. Amazing. Incredible. A visionary.]

[yallstupid]

Enough to make it incredible. Let me tell you, brosis, there is indeed a thing called 'Meat Lover's Pizza' that absolutely exists back home and it sure as heck includes bacon.

[Honestly, what didn't the meat lover's include? It literally was just...meat. Meat, cheese, and sauce. Hell, different variations of how the pizza was made in different regions actually made it so the meat was the main star.]

And don't worry 'bout it. Ol' Cottontail ain't always a rabbit - seen 'em before as things what shoulda been eating all'a us no problem, prob'ly. Don't think they give a dang either way. More for aesthetic than actually...y'know. [He pauses a moment to think, humming thoughtfully.] Don't think they even do eat, now that I think 'bout it...

[I MEAN, HE'S NEVER SEEN THE STORYTELLER DO IT, SO.] But pizza ain't hard to make, y'all just need the right kind of dough and toppings. I already got a wood stove, so if'n we can get cheese, meats, and tomato sauce - maybe a bit'a basil and garlic - wouldn't be nothing to make, I think.

[lesbeau]

[Honestly, she knows basically nothing about the Storyteller. She showed up directly after Umui, meaning they've been largely absent during her stay here, just visible in dreams and the collective understanding of the other residents. She'd be pretty sure they weren't real if not for everyone else also knowing about them. It's like 20% of a conspiracy.]

Man, why a rabbit then? If I could do that I'd be something way cooler.

[But her mind is def more focused on bacon right now, so...]

Does that sorta stuff grow here? Like the-- the tomato and spices and stuff, not like. Cheese.

[Cheese does not grow. Not like that.]

Haven't really seen livestock around here either.

[yallstupid]

[Guzma shrugs lazily.] No idea, but everyone's got their preference, girly. Don't knock a rabbit though, I seen some rabbits kick serious tush in competitions. Lopunnys don't mess around with them kicks and punches - not factoring in their megas, either.

[They're tough. Honestly, quite a few of the more "glamorous" Pokemon know how to pack a whollop. Cutieflys and their evolved forms, Ribombee, are absolute monsters with their speed and attack, despite their tiny size and adorable looks. He'd been half tempted to use one on his team at one point, but thought against it in the end.]

Yeah, I'm pretty sure tomatoes grow on that harvest island with the mutt that can't sit still. Harv? Yeah, that's 'im. Spices may be a little trickier to get - may need to burn a favor for a few, and maybe some olive oil - but most'a it should be manageable from that island. The dough's gonna be the hardest thing to figure out, though.

Mm...could ask Muffet for help... [She is a master baker. She would know how best to make some pizza dough, and what would be necessary. Flour, obviously, and they can mill the wheat... Honestly, it's doable, it'll just take longer than going out and buying shit, which is what Guzma's used to.]

[lesbeau]

[She looks at him and tries to sleuth out what those first couple sentences meant, but comes up short and just ends up barely mouthing 'what's a lopunny' as he continues. Honestly, most of this doesn't make sense to her- as established, this is only the beginning of her pizza journey. But hey! He seems like he knows what's up.]

Uhh, sure, sounds cool. I mean, if it's gonna cost favors, we should get sustainable stuff. Plants, not just the thing. Otherwise we might as well just let 'em make it again.

[yallstupid]

Battle bunny. [Yeah, Guzma knows. He saw the quizzical expression and the mouthing - he hasn't spent his life in a mansion of nearly eighty lookalike hoodlums and learned each of their names for nothing. He has a very good eye for little details.] From my world.

[But he doesn't stop to humor her curiosity right this second. There are more important things - like figuring out how to cook a damn good pizza here on the island with what they have.] Obviously. Basil is a must for the traditional type'a pizza, so seeds, and planters, and stuff. Honestly, the cheese is gonna be a bit tricky, I think...since it takes forever to age a good cheese.

And I dunno 'bout you, but I ain't waiting eight months to eat another pizza. Anyway, I'll talk to my ki--Lil about it. Pretty sure she was keen on setting up her own planters and stuff. I'll ask the princess 'bout asking for stuff.

[lesbeau]

[no wait talk to her about battlerabbit alpha she has questions--

Beau crosses her arms, seeming like she's actually thinking about all this.]

What if we ask for some stuff now, some stuff to work on. Then we get like, a split. Not a gap.

[It's not the worst plan, but it does require more favors. Probably not big ones? It's fine. It's mildly more surprising this guy could be taking care of a kid, but she and her motley brand of jackasses kept a baby Kenku alive for like, a month. Anything's possible.]

You really got a kid here? Damn. Sucks.

[She's seen a few, but it's not ideal.]

Alright. Keep me posted.

[yallstupid]

[Yeah, everything he had to say about asking for a few easy supplies to make pizza? Gone. Drove straight off a cliff in flames the moment Beau mentions he might have a kid in that way. Oh god, no--fuck no. He bristles, wrinkling his nose like he just swallowed a lemon whole.]

Tch, not like that! Jeez, I'm only twenty-five, I ain't 'bout to have no dang kid... Don't want one any time f my life, neither! None'a that romance-y Mudsdale crap, too, ugh. [Guzma and relationships don't mix well. He's been burned too many times in the past. Not romantically, but to the point where establishing deep connections with people is...tricky. For him, anyway.] I look after 'er. Lillie is practically my li'l sis at this point.

Anyway, yeah whatever, I'll let you know. [He waves Beau off, still looking huffy, then clears his throat as he watches her go.] ...Yo, hold up, one more thing.

Did y'all do your own undercut?

[lesbeau]

[She recoils just a bit from his reaction, because why would it be a problem? Maybe he has a fuckin' baby hiding in a sling somewhere and he's gonna be taking pizza home, who knows! She doesn't! So she just shrugs with a frown, prepared to end this.]

Okay, jeez, whatever.

[And goes to head off, until he calls her back with... not the question she expected, but okay. Unlike many others on the island, Beau's hair still looks pretty damn polished, which doesn't make a ton of sense when you've got a pretty obvious shave fade. She reaches up to press the fuzz on instinct, looking pretty trimmed up right now.]

Oh, uh. Friend of mine does it. She's good with her sword.

[That isn't even a joke.]

[yallstupid]

[...What the fuck.]

Sword? [Did he hear that right?] Your friend cuts your hair with a sword?

[He's not sure whether to be terrified, amazed, or concerned. I mean, her cut looks pretty damn good, and he's been raving for a trip himself, the white of his hair more trim than his undercut. Guzma's learned to do that part by himself with what tools he was given by the Storyteller a while back, but getting a good shave is...well. It's not exactly easy without a.) a mirror, and b.) a razor or a sharp edge. He could probably do it with a knife, but he doesn't have the experience to do a shave like that, yet.]

[lesbeau]

[Beau just nods like it's the most normal thing in the world.]

Yeah, with her greatsword. She's good at it. Does our friend's beard back home too.

[She gestures to her own face like she has to illustrate what a beard is, or something.]

She'd probably do it if you're okay with like. A sword by your head or whatever.

I rolled a 3 on Performance jsyk

[yallstupid]

[G-Greatsword...hm. Hm.

Guzma rubs his face as well, looking extremely uncomfortable because, well...a barber's razor is none too great to put toward his neck or head, and neither is a knife, but he's done the latter well enough to live off of thus far. Heck, he's learned how to use it pretty damn well, in fact. The only issue is, he can't see the back of his skull, otherwise he may try himself.

He's tense, and he sucks in a breath through his teeth, putting his hands together and pointing the digits at Beau.]

Yooou're sure she's got a steady hand? Can't say shaving someone's face with a sword ain't dope as heck, and props to your gal pal being super metal, but that's, uh--... It sure is diff'rent than whatI'm used to, dog.

LMAO... RIP

[lesbeau]

[She grins cockily at him, knocking out her hip to put her hand on it and running her other through the nice peach fuzz on her head.]

I mean, I'm the one out here looking fresh as hell, so you tell me.

[She does not have the charisma to wink or anything here, but she does look kinda smug, because she's a rude little fucker.]

press f to pay respects

[yallstupid]

[Guzma snorts, a deep scowl appearing on his face as he leans back in his seat and crosses his arms over his chest. Oh, this sassy little--]

Fair 'nuff, yo, but if your friend takes off my head I am coming back to haunt both of your cheeky li'l backsides. Yours 'specially. I live out on the islets, uhh...I think the second one? Look for the one with a stove out back - that's mine.

ffffff

[lesbeau]

[Beau snickers, crossing her arms.]

Shit, you have a stove? I think we can make a good trade on that. Though I mean, now maybe we just kill you and perform an exorcism.

[Is she joking? Is she serious? Does she care??? This is bad all around.]

We're out there too, one of the cottages. 'Mm sure if we yell enough we'll find each other. See you.

[And then she just. Turns to walk off again. Not explaining any of the rest of that, like a champion.]