stick around and see how it ends [ OPEN MINGLE ]

[postictal]

Who: Anyone!
What: Catch-all Denny mingle for the month of July
When: Throughout all of July, generally
Where: Denny
Warnings: Label your stuff if it comes up but otherwise nothing comes to mind



[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, or looking to share information about the city under the water? Helping improve the place because god knows it certainly needs it? Cooking? Socializing? Eating? Just wanting to booze it up? I've heard chatter of live music, so whatever you wanna do here, go for it! There are also some newer additions of rudimentary game boards and decks of cards to pass the time.]

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

Comments

[scourgingstars]

[Well, underwater was certainly fun while it lasted. Unfortunately, sooner or later he'd have to return to the terrible world ruled over by the Yellow Anger Orb(tm) in the sky.]

[Alas. Summer was terrible and so was sunlight, which led to Ardyn hiding out in a particularly shaded corner accompanied only by some of Muffet's blackberry whiskey and a half set up chess set he was idly toying with. It didn't look like he was in any real hurry to arrange the pieces correctly, turning what was most likely the white king over in his hand with an appraising look.]

[prettypurpleparlor]

[Muffet's blackberry whiskey is already accompanying Ardyn- now, the question is whether he objects to being accompanied by Muffet herself. On one of her usual brief rounds around the room, tidying things up and scooping up stray plates and cups to wash as she goes, she pauses by his table, looking curiously at the game.]

Ah- that's chess, isn't it? We had a similar game in the Underground, but I don't believe I've ever played the human version...

[semistableman]

[It's been a while since he's last seen Ardyn.]

Chess! I don't remember the last time I played that. Probably back during the War.

ota

[catpiper]

[The thing about Denny is it's a safe place to loiter. People pass through, there's food, there's water, there's all kinds of things to occupy a person's time and it's easy for her to spend an entire day here.

Unfortunately, she's a goblin and she's taken over a few portions of Denny this fine afternoon. You can find on top of a table, with her legs swinging over the side, as she creates a domino house atop it. This is math, or something. She's doing her best. But more than once her swinging causes the table to shift and the house comes tumbling down. Horrible. She has to lean over the table to try and pick up the fallen pieces with her fingertips.

Instead of just, you know, getting down to pick them all up. Have mercy on her.

She can be found playing almost any of the games, ''''improving the building''''' by doodling on the walls different images-mostly islanders or cats or stars, or she might be helping you out by becoming a living garbage disposal. The half eaten plates of food or drink seem to be a siren's call for this horrible child and she can, often, be seen shoving some leftover food into her pockets or taking sips of drinks that people are clearly done with. At least it's not alcohol??? She has standards. Let her live.]

[journalname]

Oh, goodness. Let me help you with those.

[Is it really that much easier for Asgore to hunker down and gather up a bunch of tiny dominoes in his bigass fingers? Probably not, but he's here doing it.]

[fourgasm]

[It might be a question on pretty much everyone who witnessed the whole ordeal's mind. Why would Klaus order a menu item called "In Front Of My Salad," very clearly something vegetable-based, if he was just gonna pick out and eat all the mangoes and radishes and stare at the rest like it had committed a crime against him?

Of course, you could ask why Klaus does anything. You won't get many answers with that line of questioning.

Meanwhile, he's now settled into the task of methodically picking out every single piece of parsley, down to little leaf flecks, out of his bowl and just setting it on the table nearby. There's a good little pile accumulating here, if anyone were interested in relieving him of it.]

HEWWO I AM. H E R E

[tenthstreetbred]

[If there is one thing that she hasn't done much of as of late, it's eat. And she has never really visited this place before despite it being here for so long but hey. She's gotta get herself out there so here she is. She's currently scarfing down a plate of what used to be eggs when she looks over and sees the sweet and wonderful Ren, doing her favorite thing in the world. Which is vandalizing public property. Shepard smiles fondly.]

Hey there. What are you drawing?

Agent Texas ★ OTA ★ Will match style

[a_shadow]

[ Texas spends a lot of her time on the islands gathering fruit and bringing it in to the Denny, so she's a frequent visitor to the place. She comes in 2-3 times a day with a full bag of the various fruits she's picked, leaving it behind the counter. Occasionally she'll grab a piece for herself and sit down at the bar to enjoy it.

She's also working on a project, something that comes dangerously close to being a craft project if she thinks too much about it, but weaving reeds to make a workout mat is a practical affair. She knows the gym's equipment will mostly be comprised of things made out of logs and such, but she thinks a workout mat will be important for sparring matches and boxing and the like. So she has made a deal to use the wool of Bucky's sheep, Petunia, to stuff the mat with. First she needs to make the thing, though, and so she can be found in the evenings sitting outside the neighboring hut to the Denny, weaving reeds.

All this is not to say Tex will sit there expecting others to bother her while she's working. She's quick to offer a nod of greeting to those who pass by, and a "hello" to those she's more acquainted with. Should a conversation start she'll continue working, just at a slightly slower pace, so she can talk. ]

[eudaimonikos]

Having to eat is still bullshit.

[Hello to you, too, Michael? He's got a little pile of nuts for his lorby - which it is eating on top of the table because we have health standards here - and a piece of fruit for himself, and he's here now!]

How do you stand having to stop everything to take care of your stupid body all the time?

[fourgasm]

[We're going down to Denny gonna— Wait, okay, that joke is bad actually, let's try again.

It's fried egg, fried egg, gonna get some— Shit, fuck, bad.

Maybe if Klaus had his walkman he wouldn't be getting the worst songs possible stuck in his head at all times. They should open a Radio Shack here.

Wait, back up. Klaus actually traces his steps carefully back a couple feet, because he does see a lot of things that are bad to look at with his eyes on the island(s), but that is a lady stuffing some fluff into some reeds and now he's forgotten what he was doing before.]

...Right now, my money's on "art project." Mostly because if it's actually "bed" I will have to call the police.

comes to this two weeks later because I am So Slow

[tenthstreetbred]

[Shepard has been slowly, carefully, re-integrating herself into island life. A lot of people have come and gone, people she has been close with, so it's been hard for her to find her footing as she had increasingly isolated herself. But you know what, fuck depression honestly, you live and you die and sometimes you just gotta drag yourself to the local Denny.

The evening time is when people are usually winding down for the night or relaxing and so Shepard finds it a good time to just observe everyone and observe the Denny. It's this sort of observation that gets her watching the woman weaving with curiosity.]

What are you making?

[neighborofthebeast]

@ STAFF

The scrawny demon hops up onto one of the bar stools, flaps his dinky little wings so he doesn't flip over, and promptly slumps across the bar itself.

"Gimmi something strong!"


OTA- come say hello!

Roman was still a little frazzled from going through the mana pool. It took a try or two for him to get up the gumption to actually take the dive. It was almost like being Summoned all over again. He felt like his body was being pulled apart atom by atom and crammed back together like a child's playdoh project.

He sat his bag on his lap and flipped it open, finally ready to explore the items inside. Soap, string, candles? Okay, sort of camping gear. The iStone was what really got his attention. His eyes lit up as he lifted the sleek device and he turned it every which way. They did not have smart phones in the 90s.

"Oh, bad! Is this like--a super gameboy or something?" He wasn't really asking anybody but it was impossible for the demon to keep his mouth shut. His clipboard was in there too. He rifled through its pages and was unable to escape a sudden feeling of ennui. Right. While he knew he couldn't get away from the Easter Bunny, he still had a job to do.

He glanced around to see if anyone was looking before he tucked that back into his bag.

tim wright | ota | i'll match your formatting

[postictal]

[So Tim isn't exactly advertising his endeavor to quit smoking, but it's one of the reasons he's been so desperate to do things with himself. If he has something else to occupy his hands and his thoughts, the allure of lighting up a cigarette isn't quite as insistent.]

[You can spot him behind the counter, most of the time. Sometimes he's measuring out drinks or cutting up food or sorting stock or taking inventory, but you can also find him whittling little blocks of wood when nothing else is demanding his attention.]

[It turns out that trying to hand-carve some well-balanced die is hard. Impossible task it might be, that hasn't stopped Tim from trying. He just really, really needs something to do with his hands.]

[journalname]

Ah, good afternoon, Tim.

[Asgore has made himself fairly scarce of late. There's no shortage of reasons - everybody can see on the bulletin board now who has vanished, and whether it was Toriel or Wesker and Krauser, a fair few people who were important to him are gone.

Still. He's here now, not looking especially downtrodded; as it happens, he has a basket of stuff!]

Look - I have harvested some pods from the cacao tree! [those sure are pods]

[flashover]

[Rin is on merman cooldown which means he has to find some other way to occupy his time. He has a string of fish with him as he enters the mysterious Denny...]

Oh! Hey. It's you!

[fourgasm]

[Here we are at Denny, Tim.

Wait, there were too many words changed for that to even be recognizable as a meme. Also, memes don't exist in Klaus' 2019. It's truly the darkest of timelines.

The point is, while Tim has been coming and going in between actually doing things for their fish friends and like, possibly other things that he needs to be alive and run a business and generally be productive, who knows, Klaus has been maybe avoiding his home with Ben and also anything that can be remotely mistaken for responsibility so much that the Denny is about to become Klaus' new home soon.

Sometimes it's hiding behind the Denny and picking very carefully at the stash of shrooms he's squirreled away from Io. Sometimes it's eating way too many fucking eggs. Sometimes it's getting shitfaced on berry whiskey and drooling on a table.

Right now, though, Klaus is actually on a stool at the counter, eating a meal like a real person. He's (mostly) sober and just kind of picking at some meat he still hasn't been able to identify, pointedly ignoring the vegetables on his plate.]

...Okay, I give, what is this made of. If you say people I'm disowning you.

[Somehow, that doesn't put him off nibbling at it regardless.]

steve rogers | ota

[smithsonians]

[ Steve is a relative newcomer to the islands, even if he's been there almost a month and a half how. Most of his time has either been exploring the static islands or spent catching up with Bucky, and being overly neighborly hasn't been high on his list for a while.

But they're all on these crazy islands together, right? So maybe he should make an effort.

So Steve finds himself making the trek to Denny. The interior is kind of not what he expected but kind of actually what he expected, at least from a tropical point of view. At least it matches everything else. He can be found at the chess/checkers board, or maybe playing some simple card games, or sitting at a table with a small plate of food. Look, super soldiers have insane metabolism, and he needs to eat regularly. ]

[a_shadow]

[ Tex often forages for fruit and other foodstuffs to bring to the Denny, and she enters on this particular day with her sling stuffed full of them. She goes behind the bar and unloads the bag before choosing two of the choicest mangoes—to the conqueror go the spoils, after all—and turns back around to see whether there's anyone she typically socializes with around. There isn't, but there's a newcomer eating nearby that she hasn't spent any time with. She nods to him. ]

Hey there. Mind some company?

food

[semistableman]

[Denny is not a place Bucky has been to very much, in all honesty. Too many people for him to keep track of all at once, but he's... slowly been getting used to it, doing more than just surviving, especially considering Denny really is the one place where people can all come together.

Besides, it really is hard to keep up with a super soldier metabolism.]

Hey, Stevie.

card games!!

[lesbeau]

[Frankly, Beau is here pretty often. She's used to hanging around bars and taverns, spending her time looking for rumors in inns and back alleys. Thankfully since the Denny is the only place that people congregate, it's easy to see new faces coming and going or hear whatever's going down at the moment. New faces are odd to see- even odder when it's just one, and not a whole amount of them. She doesn't work here as much as she does odd jobs to keep them in her good graces for the amount of alcohol she drinks, but for now she's not on the clock per se and wanders up to him when he seems to be alone.]

Don't tell me you're actually playing a card game solo. It's just kinda sad.

Erika Fisher | late in the month, OTA

[bitch4bitch]

Okay, generally speaking, Erika would not consider the retrieval of a fucked-up, falling-apart old ball to be worth dealing with a bunch of nasty-ass shadow ticks. But you know what, she didn’t go down there specifically for the ball, or in search of anything in particular - which she thinks makes it more like a surprise, slightly shitty gift from the ocean, rather than a goal that turned out not to be worth it.

At the very least, maybe Chip can play with this if she gets it fixed up a little. So, each time she’s hanging around the Denny, she does a little work at a time replacing the leather covering. There’s no real rush to the process, so no need to treat it like work, necessarily; she can just do a bit at a time, keeping her supplies basically contained to her selected spot at a table inside the restaurant.

Frankly, working on this dumb ball is the first time in a while that she’s managed to fall into this kind of relaxed focus, humming quietly under her breath on and off while she puts it together.

Aug 1

[neighborofthebeast]

"Whacha doin'?"

A nasal voice came from above. Roman was reclining lazily in the air and had been watching Erika's little art project for about twenty minutes. He couldn't keep his curiosity contained any longer than that though.

He didn't know anything about this woman, but she was the only person around today and therefore had been selected as his Entertainment.

Faust | OTA

[wanderingdoctorfaust]

It is highly unusual for the good doctor to be present within the Denny's walls, outside of his regular acquisitions for morning tea - which makes his abrupt presence at one of the corner tables even more unusual. It's not immediately clear exactly when he came back, let alone if he even walked in like everybody else or if he just inexplicably popped into existence at the table. Did he even leave after collecting his beverage?

Regardless, Faust is here now, and he's...unpacking the domino box? He holds one of the strange wooden blocks up to the nearest light source, his eyehole narrowing in scrutiny as he studies the number of dots on each piece, attempting to puzzle out their meaning. Are these some sort of divination tokens, he wonders? Or perhaps they're charms, charged with magical energies so as to keep demons at bay?

...he's going to be here a while. At least he's not causing a scene like last time, right...?

[flashover]

[Rin has procured a cold drink, somehow (bless these new elemental powers, though he's still getting the hang of them) and he watches the weird bag guy for a while before piping up]

They're dominos, dude.

Héctor | OTA | before the 25th

[vagabone]

[On some days Héctor the skeleton shambles in with an actual purpose, whenever those cooking whims take him. It's fun, despite the fact that he can't eat anything he makes. Nothing fancy, considering their situation. Usually conchas, strawberry all the way through. There's a mold for it floating around and he might as well take advantage of it.

Who is brave enough to eat food made by the hands of death. (He's not a bad cook, honestly.)]

[flashover]

[When Rin isn't in the ocean this month, Denny seems like a good place. He catches Héctor taking the colorful confection out of the oven one day]

Oh man. What's that? It looks like pink melonpan!

Five | OTA

[deadlylittlething]

For once, Five isn't absolutely shitfaced despite spending time at the Denny. It's almost like he's settled into some sort of restraint with regards to his alcohol consumption and feverish work, like maybe he's realized getting to where he needs to be is no longer a sprint, but a marathon once more.

Doesn't mean he has to like it, though. Or that he's going to stop drinking, for that matter. The boy has claimed a corner table, with a book on quantum mechanics surrounded by a notebook and several large pieces of parchment covered in graphs and equations. Strangely enough, he seems to be engrossed in a copy of The Little Prince instead, leaning back against the wall and sipping blackberry whiskey. He's almost comfortable? Go ahead and try to ruin it, see how that goes.

[catpiper]

Ren doesn't try to ruin anything. She succeeds. And this is just another one of those times where it's out of anyone's control. What up, she's here, and she can't see the importance of reading, so it's time to ruin this quiet moment. There's a piece of crust in her hand that she picked up from a plate on the way over to him and she's nomming away.

"Is that a math book?"

Zidane | OTA

[atailoftwoworlds]

Those who thought Zidane as little more than a cheeky teenager who joked around and thought about very little besides girls might be surprised to see him hunched over one of the tables with a notebook. But here he is, glancing at the notes he has made during his time here and mumbling to himself. He makes a frustrated groan.

“But man, none of that explains how the hell we got here!”

Alternatively, later, you might find him at the same table with his notebook at the side and dealing with some cards. You might see him waving or hear a “Hey!” behind you. He grins. He’s had enough wracking his brains over what’s going on in the islands at the moment and could use the distraction.

“How ‘bout a quick game or two to let off some steam? Doesn’t have to be cards and we can liven it up a little if you want!” He’s not above cheating.