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

[ohshitsweetflips]

Ah, the Formerly Fancy Lad. Or as Taako has occasionally, snickeringly, thought of him: Nega-Angus. Now he understands why he knows so many good-natured nerds; all the spite of nerdkind had been channeled, Highlander-like, into this one.

Taako's shadow falls on as much of the math as it can, which isn't all of it (though the hat helps), and isn't even as obnoxious as he'd been hoping anyway, since the Rudest Boy has moved on to reading for fun, as nerds do. Taako ignores this, and gives the math his most wizardly once-over, as though this were a classroom and not the demented ramshackle island-hell cantina it is. "Do you want a hint?"

[deadlylittlething]

Weird how Five, conversely, doesn't have any funny nicknames for the annoying guy who runs a store for people who can't basically just take whatever they want. It's almost like he doesn't even bother thinking about him, by and large.

Though he is about to think of a few names if he doesn't move along in the next six seconds. Five lowers his book slowly, as if fixing an irritating housefly with the last look it'll ever see. Then he grins. "Can't wait to hear it."

[ohshitsweetflips]

Weird how Five has that luxury specifically because Taako doesn't go to his job and steal shit while teleporting, and so sadly hasn't earned any nicknames. Though he absolutely would do that, if this stink goblin weren't so shiftless and if his own teleportation abilities weren't so unfairly be-shitted.

Taako, fluent in insincerity, beams his stupidest beam anyway. "Your math..." Taako brings his hands together, like a prayer emoji, "Is bad." A beatific, revelatory gesture. "Trust me. I've been to more planes than you've committed misdemeanors, some shit is not universal."

[deadlylittlething]

Five doesn't have a job anymore and if he did we'd be about to find out how 'wizard vs gun' really turns out.

"Yeah, I'm gonna trust the guy who flung a net at somebody who can demonstrably teleport to know a quantum operation from his own ass." This kind of math is universal, that's the whole point of it and there's no way some kind of oversized leprechaun knows more about it than him. And it's only impatience tightening the edges of his already razor-sharp smile. "What the hell do you think you're talking about?"

[ohshitsweetflips]

Look, if there's one thing Taako deserves, it's an unstoppable shoplifting child menace. That's probably the most just the universe has ever been to Taako specifically. But that doesn't mean he has to accept. How could he be sure the net wouldn't go with him anyway? You miss a hundred percent of the shots you don't take.

That said, the turdling is entirely correct, Taako does not know a quantum operation from his ass, and he shrugs a little 'you got me, there' shrug which doesn't dent his confidence in the slightest. "I mean, I could be wrong. Maybe this is exactly what you're used to. Maybe politely asking a rabbit to convert story-juice into spellpower has always been how physics works, for you. That's not even that weird! I used to travel on a friendship-powered spaceship with a fish that eats memories! You know what, it's probably-- The math's probably fine. No whammies, right?"