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

[catpiper]

[The point is he tries and she doesn't have to extend as much effort. Somewhere, Taako might be proud. Maybe.

Although she does grab a few to throw into Asgore's palm as he works to collect the game pieces.]

Do you want to build something too?

[journalname]

Oh, no, I am quite alright.

[Frankly, working with something that small would be a pain for him anyway. Speaking of which:]

I actually came here to get a little work done. I am trying to get all of the beans out of these cacao pods. [He nods towards the seat he came from, where he's got a basket of pods. It's lucky he requested an already-mature tree.]

[catpiper]

[It's unfortunate he said that to her because her little domino building? Practically forgotten at the sight of this new thing in her line of vision. Now he'll never be free of her.]

Get them out? How?

[journalname]

Well, first you are meant to crack the pod with a hammer, and then you scoop out the little "beans" inside! I can crack them open easily enough, but the rest is giving me some more trouble.

[He's got the strength to smash the pods, and the big claws to just absolutely fucking eviscerate the things.]

[catpiper]

I can do that kind of thing for you.

[Because she can take some beans outta the container-that's a safe task she probably can't mess up.]

[journalname]

Oh! That would be very helpful, if you do not mind. I'm afraid there are rather a lot of pods...

[He cracks one open with a claw and hands the two halves over to her.]

These are cacao beans. Tim and I are going to use them to make cocoa for Denny.

[catpiper]

[Her eyes light up at the mention of cocoa. On rare occasions, Guzma has a hot cup or two to spare and it's so good.]

Really?

[Because she's all for this task then. She works to pull the beans out of the shells he passes to her, easily scooping them out and into a small pile beside her.]

How do you make it from this? Do you have to crush them?

[journalname]

Yes, and add sugar. Which I suppose we will also have to make. We are going to look into sugarcane.

[He and Tim have already discussed a few options for that. If nothing else, Asgore has a fair amount of stories and few actual needs; he'll just pay for it if he can't source it locally.]

We thought it would be nice for there to be a greater variety of non-alcoholic drinks.

[catpiper]

[As a kid who isn't allowed to drink the alcoholic stuff, nor does she want to if the smell is any indication of the taste, she #approves of this plan.]

What other drinks are there? Can you make anything into a drink? Does sugar make everything taste good?

[Because she's gonna start crushing all kinds of food pretty soon.]

[journalname]

I suppose that is all a matter of opinion! I do not like things overly sweet, myself. But I suppose if you added enough sugar, nearly anything could taste sugary.

[He continues methodically cracking the pods open as he speaks, forming a neat pile of the crushed pieces to one side. Maybe he'll try to compost them.]

I have heard that you can also make a kind of milk from coconuts. I have never tried it, but we do have a lot of those.

[catpiper]

[The monotonous task is oddly soothing and her own pile continues to grow alongside his.]

We should crack those open next. We can put the milk in a big bowl and keep the shells.

[And then she thinks about it-it's not like they can eat them.]

They can all be treasures. We'll hide them.

[journalname]

Oh? That is a fun idea!

[A cute little game to play. Like...whatever that thing is with the eggs.]

Perhaps we could mark them somehow, to distinguish them from other coconut shells. [Like, people's trash]

[catpiper]

[Yes, yes yes-she's on it!

And she immediately slides off the table, little pod still in her hand as she hurries to the opposite end of Denny where her nasty bag is.]

I have charcoal-we can mark them right now.

[journalname]

Oh! Excellent!

[mmmm that is a nasty bag. but hey asgore just carries everything in his little human-sized backpack.]

What are you going to draw on them?

[catpiper]

Stars, flowers, cats and-

[Then she eyes Asgore, as if trying to decide onsomething and when that spark of genius seems to hit her, she quickly adds-]

Horns.

[journalname]

[Asgore raises his brows. He's always a little surprised to be included in things like that, even if most people here don't know of any reason not to.]

That's fun! Are the different kinds worth different points?

[catpiper]

The horns are worth double because there's two.

[She holds her fingers up to her head, like she's got horns sprouting from the top of her skull. See? One, two.]

The rest are one point.

[journalname]

Ah, that makes sense.

[Of course!]

I will go and hide them with you when I am finished here. If you would like.

[catpiper]

[That just spurred her to life once again, hurrying back to the scooping so they can get to the fun part faster.]

Okay, okay! You can hide things up high and I'll hide things in the ground. That's what we'll do.

[journalname]

That makes perfect sense. And then we shall have to tell others about it, of course.

[catpiper]

I'll tell everyone-that's what I'll do.

[Literally anyone within five feet of her will know about this. Tragically for them.

And so, she continues on and on and on, hoarding the little shells to the side of her.

It's gonna be great.]