WEEK 1 CURFEW HELL

[laid]

But it's Bucky

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time for food crimes, baybee

[frostythehitman]

[ Vezda was planning on a nice, quiet midnight snack. Just him, the pantry, and the hunger in his stomach that needs sating.

He aimlessly fiddles around in the kitchen until it is built: clawed in his metal left hand is a cold, dense wad of leftover spaghetti. It's topped with a liberal dollop of mayonnaise, some crushed doritos, and the cherry on top: not a cherry, but a pickled tomato.

On each of his clawed fingers there is also a hot dog, similarly cold, speared on his fingertips like he's about to roast them over a campfire.

And in his right hand is a nice mug of tea. Because he is, after all, a civilized man.

When he actually enters the lounge to eat, though, he wasn't expecting company. So he finds himself standing dead in the doorway. ]

Uh.

[laid]

[Immediately;]

What the hell is that?

[frostythehitman]

[ immediately on the defensive: ]

A snack.

[supremity]

That looks more like slop.

[frostythehitman]

[ shrugs. ]

I'm hungry and it's food. It doesn't have to look pretty.

[laid]

[He's not going to comment on the food choices bc that's not his business, but.]

Ya never heard of a plate before?

[frostythehitman]

Why dirty a plate when I don't have to?

[dianxias]

[ ... ]

Are those sausages...?




[ what a clever way to carry them. ]

[frostythehitman]

Hot dogs, but yeah.

[dianxias]

[ head tilt? ]

What's the difference? And -- the other food you have, may I ask what that is, also...?

[frostythehitman]

Sausages are...fancier, I guess?

The rest is uh... [ He peers at his hand from a variety of angles. ] Some leftover spaghetti, some mayo, some chips, and a pickled tomato.

[laid]

[Well this sure is a motely group, but to ring in curfew, Raven's actually going to get up to trot upstairs to check on Hikaru... only to find the door locked. He steps over to the stairs to yell down to the others.]

I think the damn doors are locked again!

[supremity]

[ Hua Cheng angles his head towards the stairs, pulling a bit of a face. ]

... I was wondering if this would happen again.

[ Hence, babysitting in a bigger space. ]

[laid]

[Coming back downstairs... Hopefully Hikaru is resting like she should be.]

Do ya think this means someone else's gonna get killed?

[supremity]

Probably. [ Can you NOT SOUND SO BLASE ABOUT IT. ]

At the very least, we're going to wake up in the morning to find that there's been another nova disturbance.

[laid]

[It's fine death is inevitable and will consume us all eventually.]

Well, all things considers, it's probably fer the best me and Xie Lian got stuck together. He doesn't need the extra strain on his body right now.
[... Phrasing?]

[frostythehitman]

[ sitting on the couch calmly ]

Well yeah. They did leave us notes telling us as much.

[laid]

Silence, spaghetti hand.

[NO BACKTALK FROM YOU]

[frostythehitman]

[ takes a big bite out of his spaghetti hand mess and grins smugly. ]

You're just jealous that I know how to read.

[laid]

I know how ta read! Old Raven's just not got the memory he used to!

[He says while being the second youngest in the room after Claude.]

[riegan]

(This is Claude. He's been kind of quiet and keeping close to Hua Cheng and Xie Lian but otherwise, he seems fine. He's sitting cross legged on the floor in front of a coffee table or something because he's a grown noble that just sits on the floor sometimes.

Claude also has like 4 different cups of tea in front of him for some reason. He must be really thirsty or something before bed. It's cool. One is still steaming hot and is still steeping a bag in it, the other three seem like they've cooled down. One doesn't even have any tea in it. It's just a mug of water.

He's got a few packs of sugar and he's dumping one into his hot cup.)

It looks like this is where we're camping out for tonight. We should figure out how we're sleeping.

(Asking the real questions here... and pointing out:)

There are five of us and three couches.

[dianxias]

[ oh claude. xie lian's not sure why you would put that much sugar in a cup of tea, but that's fine! you do you, buddy. he does dig around briefly in his sleeve and lean over the coffee table to place a bag of tea in the empty cup for him without any fanfare! it's green tea! don't ask. ]

You can have a couch, Claude. I'll sleep on the floor.


[ That's a horrible idea. ]

[riegan]

(Xie Lian what is up your sleeve........

Claude blinks at the tea offering and bows his head lightly,)

Thanks.

(For the tea. As for the couch thing!!!)

Wow, that sure is kind of you. (It's less genuine and more cheeky, though,) I suppose if Hua Cheng is fine with it...

(YOU REALLY GONNA LET HIM SLEEP ON THE FLOOR, BRO???)

[dianxias]

[ like the contents of a seven eleven it's fine.


xie lian glances over his shoulder to wherever san lang is at the moment, and says, vaguely scolding (though certainly not harshly so) ] Claude...

[ don't be cheeky like this!!!! stop! he's fine! ]

[riegan]

Right, right, sorry. Look, I don't mind either. (Sleeping on the floor.) This place sure beats some of the places I've camped in, at least.

(He is! He was just having some fun!! And he's going to have a sip of tea and... make a face. How much sugar did he add to this???)

Ugh. (And going to take a sip from a different tea cup. It's a chamomile blend but boy is it dark like whatever tea he had in there was left way too long. NO HE'S MAKING ANOTHER FACE AND JUSt... going to try to mix these two teas together the best he can,) What a waste...

(Trying to save his tea.............)