Lost At A Sleepover

[knockingatthedoor]

WHO: EVERYONE - Meeting time!
WHAT: Kel, Frieda and Nagito organized a party/sleepover!
WHERE: The largest house they could find in the area
WHEN: Between one crossing and another
WARNINGS Nooooot really much?

There are few things Kel treasures deeply in a place like that. The siblings, sure, his new basketball with the creepy face on it, but also the opportunity to build bonds with others. From what he understands, the memories they build in there will stay, so... why not making great ones? thigns that will remind them they're 'alive' in their own way, that even if theirr identity is lost at every Crossing just a bit more... they're still themselves? He has been in an awful mood since he and Sunny had... a fight? Something? He doesn't even know how to call their poor attempt at a tlak but he knows his best friend is now avoiding him like the plague and it hurts. That being said? He's smiling rto whoerever approaches the building and waving at them. Invitations were sent out, preparations had been done and even at this 'pit stop' there's a community event, so to speak, ready to go.

The whole building may be baely lit, but the precious jars Frieda brought in with glow worms (Some with sitiks and leaves in, too) gave the whole place a cozy and comfortable look. The woman also brought in basins and such, decorated now with water lilies and other few flowers. Ribbons, strings, anything they could find has been gathered as well to make the place 'prettier'. There's no point in being stuck with an ugly room, right? Nagito took clear of all the cleaning, leaving the place spotless, and Kel carried inside all the mattresses he could gather. After a long time processing how to place things? He opted for leaving bed frames alone and just sitting a whole corner of the area with mattresses and blankets for everyone to share.

The few games they can make with sticks and mud are there as well. He may have no apples, but one basin has been filled with water and lily buds to play the 'bite into it and drag out as many as you can' game, whatever it's called. There are sticks and differently colored rocks to prepare some Tic Tac Toe games (sort of. Grey and green rocks VS Xs and Os), there is a space with all the paper (damp, humid) he could find and some pencils and pieces of charcoal too.

The true stars of the sleepover, though? A bonfire set right outside, as safely as possible (with rocks and mud all around the charchoal and chairs put at a safe distance from it) and FOOD. Nagito was an angel and got not only a picnic set for them all, btu also real food. There's wonderful, greasy pizza (one little square has already been stolen, it seems) covered in cheese, A plate full of chimichangas (and here Kel is guilty of taking one), watermelon already cut in large slices, steak that may be warmed up by the fire, chocolate chip cookies, bags of popcorns and both ice and lemonade for whoever wants them.

"Welcome to the party! Nagito and Frieda did such a good job here! You should come inside, we have everything ready. And, hey, why don't you considering moving in here, too? At least until we have to move? You know... company is very important, after all!" He isn't in the mood to look happy but that's irrelevant.

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Sunny | OMORI | OTA

[solitarynote]

[At the Sleepover] - CW: Hallucinations

Sunny had been wondering where the mattresses went… seems like the ones that had ‘disappeared’ went to the sleepover…

He should have expected that. Sunny knew sleepovers, knew what to expect, and while the cozy lighting did make it more inviting, he saw reminders everywhere.

Watermelon cut into small pieces, juicy and reminiscent of a summer day. Pages filled with drawings or scribbles (maybe, or maybe there is nothing there at all). And the pizza reminds him of Faraway too.

The room keeps shifting from the calm atmosphere to bring shades of neon, the walls there and gone, a shadow always watching and-

It’s a lot.

Sunny hides under one of the food tables indoors most of the time, unless someone can get him to come out (or joins him). The one time he does leave is when most everyone is outside grabbing food; then his hands leave indecipherable charcoal scribbles on the blank pages.

Wildcard

(Also open!)

let's be under the table together

[blindluck]

[Nagito has spent a lot of his time as he usually spends it at these sorts of things: hovering around the edges, watching the others. He's gotten a plate of food to carry around with him as he does, though he's stuck to lighter fare--watermelon, mostly, plus some popcorn and a lemonade. (He watered down the lemonade, like a monster.)

Since he'd been given the responsibility of helping to set up, though, he was also here early making sure everything was acceptably neat and clean. This means he saw Sunny crawl under a table. Which is fine, but maybe someone should check on him? And Nagito isn't about to ask someone else to interrupt their fun, so it's going to be him.

He knocks on an empty spot on top of the table like he's knocking on a door.] Can I come in, Sunny-kun?

Table buddies <3

[solitarynote]

[Sunny had been lost in the blankness of his thoughts… simply existing. The underneath of the table was cut off from the rest of the room by an old tablecloth (clean, as usual, due to Nagito’s meticulous efforts), a fact that Sunny is immensely grateful for.

It’s like his own little space again. Somewhere he can be safe, can hide… and even though he knows Mari might be worried and looking out for him while he hides, he can’t be bothered to part the tablecloth even an inch.

Except when the knock comes from above, almost startling him, until that familiar voice sinks in.

Nagito.

…it takes some time for a reply to come through, but Nagito’s device will beep.]

Come in

Hanako | TBHK | OTA

[toilet_bound]

General Mood

Hanako has been mopey ever since Yashiro disappeared. Where he would normally be floating (quite literally, if possible) around the party with a wide smile, now he just… seems to wilt.

He’s trying, he really is, after all the Ferryman was supposed to bring people back, right? But he can’t stop worrying about Yashiro and imagining what she would be doing if she were here.

(And, some part of him hoped secretly, that she would return. She wouldn’t miss a sleepover with a bunch of Ikemen, right?! …Even if some part of him hates that thought, he’d rather have Yashiro here and fawning over someone like the hopeless romantic she is than… well… lost.)

So the boy sets about trying to enjoy his first official sleepover in fifty years. He can be seen trying some of the food-

“Has it always tasted like this…” Bland, somehow, though he wouldn’t say that to the chef’s face.

-and playing some of the games. But… well… he’s a stick in the mud. Literally, as he pokes the mud with one of the pro-offered sticks and sighs.

Wildcard

[For anything else!]

[hasapoint]

"I come bearing gifts," Need says dryly, looking at the preparations. It's good for the kids to be occupied, she thinks. She is not staying, she wants to get back to staring out into the mist, but decided to take a bit of time for this.

The gifts are a pot of steaming white rice, some roasted fish, chocolate, and sugar.

The rice... is oversaturated with water and mushy, halfway to congee. The fish were gutted but otherwise left whole, with heads intact and fins blackened by fire, still impaled on the sticks they were cooked on. The chocolate has been grated into a bowl. It smells good but there's no sugar or milk in it so it is black and bitter. The sugar's coarsely pulverized in a second bowl. People can mix it themselves, she doesn't know what they like.

She has not actually thought about bringing bowls or mugs or spoons that people can use with these and realizes it, but the house is right there after all. If anyone wants some they can get it.

[marblenest]

Dankovsky walks out to greet Need and manages a small smile. This food is much more familiar to him so he's really glad to see it, actually. The pizza and the chimmy-whatchamacallits are a bit off putting to him.

"This looks delightful, thank you." He says, "Do you want some help carrying it in?"

[hasapoint]

Need raises her eyebrows and gives him a crooked smile in return. "I'd never say no to help. Here, you can carry the fish. Odd to be somewhere with food again, eh?"

[witnessvelama]

It's rough fare but it is, at least, recognizable fare. Celehar, present but not otherwise occupied at games or conversation, looks up at the sound of Need's voice, and rises to his feet to join her by her offerings.

"Did you make it all, Othalo?" he asks, his expression easing somewhat at the recognizable kind of food, without strange packaging or bright labels. Still, he looks... polite about it, his attention flickering politely over it as he waits for the answer to the question.

[hasapoint]

Need grins at the diplomatic non-expression on his face. She's entirely aware that as far as cooking goes, the best that can be said of her is that she can keep someone alive. It's one of the skills she just never really developed

"I could've made tea, too, but I've only the two arms to carry things," she jokes.

(Originally was ‘Not Here’ but feel free to have fun with this XD)

[solitarynote]

Sunny hadn’t left his perch from hiding under the table all night. That includes when Need brings her Specialty Dish… and it is placed right above the table where the teen has taken refuge.

He can’t figure out what it is. The smell is so unique and yet something about it has him almost Afraid.

… Sunny might have just discovered something more confounding than Tofu…

And it causes him to sneeze.

“…!”

Frieda Reiss | Attack on Titan

[urtitan]

[Frieda is the happiest she's been ever since the last Crossing. They may not have found explanations for many things - for who lived in the seemingly recently abandoned village in the area smelling of rotten fish, for why ghosts appear to them in the fog when they're already ghosts themselves (or are they?), for the strange effects of the herbs in some parts of the marshes -, but they have irrefutable proof that people lost on the journey can find their way back to the group, and that's worth more than all the answers to her.

As the party unfolds, she idly moves around between indoors and outdoors, fondly observing the others, and she'll gladly join in on any of the games. She's hesitant to eat - she still feels like she shouldn't, being dead -, but there are several unfamiliar items that draw her curiosity...]

I have to say, our parties get more and more elaborate, don't they? Do you think we'll end up in a castle eventually?

[She's joking - but at this rate, who knows?]

[marblenest]

Dankovsky does not share her level of enthusiasm but he is smiling at the very least. He has been depressed, no doubt, but right now he's just glad to see Frieda being happy, particularly after much of what has happened. The Bachelor finds that it's a bit contagious even.

"I suppose they are." He says, relaxing a slight bit into the chair he's sitting in, "Though I'm not sure how comfortable a castle would be."

Sounds kind of cold and unforgiving to Daniil, at least. He may have grown up rich, but for some reason a Castle just seems foreboding and drafty to him.

[urtitan]

[Just seeing him comfortably seated (the actual furniture here must have been a blessing for him in particular, what with his badly healed leg) and smiling has her gratified. She laughs.]

Me neither! Back home, there is a castle, but I seldom entered it.

[She may be royalty, but her family didn't pose as mere nobles for fun. They displayed no outward affiliation with crown and court, though during her brief rule Frieda did have to attend meetings with the heads of the actual noble families to hear their demands and attend to them.]

It really isn't very comfortable outside of certain rooms. What we have here is preferable!

[After all, what does a person really need besides a comfortable bed, a kitchen, a washroom, and a place to sit and mingle? Granted, technically none of them needs any of that anymore, but the jump in their quality of life has been very notable.]

[fantail]

Your definition of elaborate is... particular, Reiss.

[Sakuya has stopped by and has only barely restrained himself from saying what he really thinks. These are commoners, and in unusual circumstances besides, so he knows they wouldn't be up to Le Bel standards, but he burns to say something.]

I suppose it can't be helped that this is. [He doesn't really have facial expressions as humans would know them, but the pause is suggestive.] Rustic.

[witnessvelama]

A castle?

[Celehar considers this with puzzled solemnity. He looks up from the game he'd been contemplating, a simple set of jacks from the look of it, to consider Frieda, his ears twitching upward.]

I wouldst ask thee to contain thy ambitions. From experience, I might say that the more elaborate the celebration, the less enjoyable.

[solitarynote]

[Sunny is still hiding under the table, but he cannot help but overhear Freida’s excited chatter.

A message pops into her notebook a moment after.]

What kind of castle?

Daniil Dankovsky | Pathologic | OTA

[marblenest]

Dankovsky spends most of the evening either sitting in his assigned old man chair or helping out with preparations or serving food and the like. When it actually comes to the sleepover he 'sleeps' sitting up in his chair, by that, I mean he barely sleeps at all. Insomnia is a curse that he bears deeply, and at some point during the night, he does slink upstairs to just rest alone in his own bed.

But during the party he's around. Mostly keeping to himself, but still enjoying the company. He'll talk if spoken to, but mostly stays out of the way. It's strange, he's usually so uppity, so angry, but he seems calm, like having a roof over his head and some necessities seems to put him at some amount of ease.

Though if at any point the party does get too loud he may excuse himself and go stand outside for a minute until it calms down again.

[knockingatthedoor]

[Kel is doing Great. Absolutely wonderful. He couldn't complain about anything right? He seems even happier and more cheerful than usual during the party/sleepover and by the gods he's having all the pizza he can. No cramps, no pain, no gas- he'll happily laugh and say 'being dead has its perks'.

Trying too hard? Probably.

He seems to need a moment for himself as well at some point and that's when he meets 'Doc' outside. With a smile, he offers him the glass of lemonade he was carrying. Still fresh from the bottle being kept in water until it was time to serve it, so very nice- of it only it was orange juice.]

Hey there, Dankovsky boy. Having a good time? Here, have a sip, I promise I still have to touch it, promise, no spit in it.

[witnessvelama]

Celehar has - it would be overstating their circumstances to call what he's doing avoiding Dankovsky, precisely. In the circumstances where they've had cause to come across each other, which are... highly limited, outside of the night's revels. A passing nod as they cross one another on the walkways and platforms, or in the distance. Celehar has kept his tongue, as best he's able, meeting Dankovsky's eyes for only a moment before stepping aside to let the man go about his business. After their last conversation - quarrel - it had seemed prudent to give the man his space.

All his efforts are set ablaze when, in the process of climbing the stairs to escape a burst of enthusiasm over one of the games, he hears a creak on the stairs behind him and turns, his eyes momentarily going wide as he sees the Bachelor there behind him. "Osmer Dankovsky," he says, one hand lingering against the stairwell - caught between the logistics of politeness and avoidance when they clearly have the same destination in mind.

Too Noisy

[solitarynote]

Sunny is no stranger to needing alone time or space (or both of those all at once, more likely). He’s still hiding beneath one of the food tables, cloth blocking his view of the party outside.

As it seems like the party is getting too noisy and Dankovsky appears apt to go elsewhere, he receives a message via Sunny’s notebook.

Hide with me

It’s an invitation, though it it appears pushy, Sunny didn’t mean it to be. He likes Dankovsky; the doctor makes him feel safe, even if the idea of doctors was scary, and even if Sunny is avoiding people right now, Dankovsky is a safe person, right?

[blindluck]

A; Hosting With Nagito
[Nagito doesn't consider himself exactly a host, here--surely that's Kel, and Nagito is just helping--but he feels like he has some sort of responsibility here. That doesn't mean he's very good at knowing what to do about it, though. This means Nagito spends a lot of time flitting around the edges of the party, cleaning up spills and attempting to foist food on people. That's what hosts do at parties, right?

(He remembers the last time he got involved in a party like this. This is different, he reminds himself very sternly. The circumstances are completely different.)]

Do you need any more lemonade? Or pizza? Or--um, anything else, I guess?

[Nagito himself hasn't been eating too much. He's had some watermelon and some watered down lemonade. But that's irrelevant, of course.]

B; Cooking With Nagito
[Okay, so Need's rice doesn't really look like it's made the way he's familiar with. Rice is something he can--well, okay, it's unfair to say he can cook it, but he knows how to press the right buttons on a rice cooker, when his rice cooker hasn't shorted out or had its cord chewed off by mice or exploded. This doesn't look like rice cooker rice. But Need isn't from Japan, or even from Earth, so he looks at it, assumes she must have made a different style of rice than he's used to, and attempts to create... Something.

What he does is he takes a smaller bowl and puts some rice in it. Then he puts some of Need's chocolate in it. Just the chocolate--he completely neglects to add sugar. He doesn't like really sweet things, and anyway, chocolate already has sugar, right...? He stirs it up and he sure has something! But when he eats some of it...]

Ah. That's not right, is it? [His face scrunches up. It's so bitter. His eyes fall on Need's roasted fish.] Maybe adding some of the fish would help...?

[Why would adding the fish help. Why would that even occur to him. Help him.]

C; Bobbing for Water Lilies With Nagito
[Nagito doesn't attempt this until the party has gone on a fair while. He's very delicate about it--tying his hair back and seeming like he's sure that if he leans too far forward he'll tip himself in entirely, as unlikely as that would be. As a result, his attempts only result in him pulling out one water lily. A poor result, as far as getting points in this game go.

Nagito is delighted.]

Just one!

[He didn't fall in, he didn't cause a chain of events that smashed the basin to pieces, and he didn't somehow pull out every single water lily in one long chain. He just got one!]

B

[marblenest]

"... What are you doing?"

Dankovsky is there, being a bit judgemental, yes. He's not one to usually judge what people eat but he did just watch Nagito add chocolate to rice. That was a bit odd. Even for him. And now he's reaching for the fish...?

Is Nagito stupid or just incompetent?

"What are you trying to make?" He asks with a sigh, grabbing a new bowl entirely, considering the first bowl to be a lost cause. Who mixes rice and chocolate anyway?

Thara Celehar | Chronicles of Osreth

[witnessvelama]

Celehar was, at least, appraised of the sleepover, this time - and while he's determined to keep his distance in some ways to let the younger members of the group have their fun, he makes a point to make a showing during the bonfire, wearing his usual dark coat but showing at least a modicum of good humor as he settles in to watch the others - and to, maybe, be convinced that a game or two wouldn't hurt, if he were to participate.

But as amicable as he is during those portions of the 'sleepover', by the time the food comes out, his expression has morphed into politely disguised bafflement, as he examines it all. The fruit he can more or less guess, the cookies too, but anything bagged, anything processed, he glances to the nearest person to say, "Might you tell me what this is?" in his polite, gravely fashion. "I'm not familiar."

Soo Won | Akatsuki no Yona | OTA

[protectorofkouka]

I.

[Soo Won didn't know about the sleepover. He had only just returned and was curious what everyone was up to. He followed the lights, lingering near the edge of the bonfire as he watched the festivities with a faint smile. It was a strange feeling. He had only been with this group for a few months but he was still relieved to see everyone.]

II. Wildcard

[Surprise me with your own prompt! I'm slowly getting back in the game so I thought I'd start small but I'm open to any other ideas!]

I

[knockingatthedoor]

[Kel... did his best to make everyone feel included. When he spotted Soo Won by the bonfire, the teen grabbed a cup of lemonade and a couple of chimichangas, hopping in his direction.]

Hey buddy! Taking things slow for now? I get it but you should totally try this stuff. And if you're tired, we have a pile of mattresses ready for a big big nap!