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

[wanderingdoctorfaust]

"-OH GOOD HEAVENS-!"

Faust leaps at least three feet into the air, kicking the entire box over and sending dominoes sprawling onto the tabletop in his panic. It takes him a second or two to realise it's just the extremely suspicious child from before, and that they are addressing him.
...he does at least try to compose himself, but it's hard to do that when two of your gangly limbs are still stuck under the table, one is splayed halfway across the top of it and the last is currently dangling over the chair he's sat upon.

"-a...ah, you're...young Rin! It's good to see you again, how are we?"

Yep, just...please ignore the the mess, ignore the accidental contortionist act, and above all else please ignore the bead of sweat trailing down the side of his bag.

[flashover]

[Rin lets out a snort of a laugh]

Dude!! You nearly jumped out of your skin! I didn't meant to spook you. I'm doing alright. Here, let me help-- [Rin crouches down and starts picking up the tiles]

[wanderingdoctorfaust]

...good grief. It won't do for him to be so jumpy, especially at his age. Willing his pounding heart back into a more reasonable rhythm, the good doctor quickly and efficiently unwraps his limbs before moving to assist the young man with cleaning up the mess.
Now, what were they saying again...?

"...pardon me, but you said these were...Dumbinose? Dominause? Forgive me, I'm rather unfamiliar with them - what are they, if you don't mind me asking?"

Hopefully not dangerous, considering he's picking them up three-at-a-time now, carefully rearranging them in front of him as if setting up a tarot spread. You know, in case they really are used for divination.