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

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.

[bitch4bitch]

It took Erika a moment to realize she was being addressed. Even though the restaurant hadn't been too busy so far, she couldn't be sure that more people hadn't wandered in while she was working and started a conversation.

When she did realize the speaker was talking to her... well, it still took her a moment to find him. She jolted back at the sight of this motherfucker just hanging around in the air as if that was a normal thing to do. Fuck, why did people around here need to be so weird.

"--There a reason you're up there?"

[neighborofthebeast]

"The chairs are uncomfortable," he said with a big cheesy grin. He flicked his tail toward the row of perfectly good bar seats. "Hard on my back, y'know?" Roman put a hand to his back and bowed it like an old, old man.

"What are you doing?"

[bitch4bitch]

Goddammit. Come to think of it, that wasn't exactly what she meant, but she guesses it is what she asked with her mouth and all that.

So she just rolls her eyes and holds up the ball, still pinching the leather in place around it while she makes sure it's cut right. "Fixing this thing. Real exciting stuff, I know."

[neighborofthebeast]

Roman tilted his head, his goaty little ears tilting in the opposite direction. He couldn't entirely tell what it was going to be but it did look like something in the middle of being repaired.

"Cool. I guess you gotta know how t-to fix stuff in this place huh? No Walmart."

He waved his tail to sort of gesture to the state of their Gilligan-esque existence.

[bitch4bitch]

"Assuming that's like... a store or somethin'? Yeah, not really." She pauses. "Unless you count the magic elves who can turn shit into other shit. They made the leather."

Just normal wilderness survival things.

[neighborofthebeast]

His ears perked a little at the idea of somebody not knowing what a Walmart was. He understood now that everybody on these islands from different times and different places but that didn't mean he wasn't going to drill everybody he could for everything about them.

You know. For science.

"Where are you from?" He also tucked the information about magic elves away for later. He would have to pay them a visit.

[bitch4bitch]

"New York." Maybe not what he meant, but she figured that whether that meant anything to him would tell them something. She snipped off a couple bits of excess leather. "More recently, Virginia."

[neighborofthebeast]

These new facts rattled around in Roman's skull for a moment.

"So you're from America...but you don't know what a Walmart is..." He gasped. "You're like a pioneer lady! That's so cool! Can you t-teach me to churn butter?"

This was all said with a broad grin. Not quite shit-eating but getting there.

[bitch4bitch]

Erika squints at him.

"What the fuck is wrong with you. Do I look or sound like I'm from the seventeen-whatevers to you? No, it's just a different America."

Obviously.

[neighborofthebeast]

Erika just kept digging herself in deeper. Now Roman's eyes were shining with real curiosity. Her frustration bounced off him like sleet off a car windshield.

"A different America? You gotta t-tell me everything! Do you--wait no, who's the president? Do you have The Little Mermaid in your world? Or Disney? Do you have poprocks? Do you have The Beach Boys?"

He rotated in mid-air as he asked all of these things of her.

[bitch4bitch]

Oh boy she has made a mistake. Erika makes a face, leaning back and away in her seat.

"Fuckin-- shit, man, uh... Marie Park, what specific mermaid is this-- okay, actually, I don't gotta tell you anything! I don't even know what half this shit is supposed to be, you're just throwin' mouth sounds in my face now."

[neighborofthebeast]

"Woah..." Even though this girl was getting super feather ruffly at him, he had to be amazed. They could communicate, they knew what some of the same things were--mermaids-- but she was just. From an entirely different Earth. He suddenly found that he wanted to know everything. She probably knew of hundreds of songs and movies he'd never see or hear!

"Wow, c-calm down. I was just asking! I've never been in another dimension before, can you blame me?"

[bitch4bitch]

"I can, actually," comes her immediate reply. Too easy.

In reality, of course, she can kind of see why Roman would be curious, so she lets out a huff. "Okay, so, here's the thing - we can talk about our Americas or whatever, but in case you forgot, I'm kinda busy here." She waves the partially-constructed ball she's still working on. "So just slow it down a little, how's that?"