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 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.]