( OPEN ) we are here and going to make it everyone's problem

[cranekin]

WHO: Team Everlight and YOU
WHAT: Breaking the ice with a spontaneous slumber party
WHERE: Everlight wing
WHEN: Some time after arrival
WARNINGS: Destroying friendships with UNO or something. Will edit for real as things come up.

(The fun thing about being taken and thrown into a new place is no one really knows you so when Tsurumaru Kuninaga is missing from dinner, he's sure no one really notices. Eventually someone will learn that whenever he's missing for too long, he's probably up to something if he doesn't actually have something to do.

He returns some time towards the end of dinner, when most people have probably begun to settle a bit for the evening. He stumble-dashes back to the base with an armful of plastic shopping bags and oooh he is definitely up to something…)

& SET UP

In the Everlight wing, they need to do some ☆re-arranging☆. Some desks and chairs need to be borrowed from rooms to drag outside for the food. While they're at it, they might as well grab the blankets and pillows too. They might also have to figure out what appropriate music to play. So maybe someone knocks on your door to commandeer your furniture and time. Or maybe they figure out a way to play music so everyone can hear and you end up drawn out by music.

Maybe you get sent out to buy more snacks and drinks for everyone while you're standing around with nothing to do. Let's go, Everlights. It's time to drag people into early shenanigans.

& FOOD & GAMES

There is plenty of food to be found. Check out the mixed bottles of different flavored sodas and teas, assorted chocolates, and other sweets from the convenience stores. Eventually, a couple of pizzas and a few more substantial things might show up on the table. Some of them are traditional flavors characters will be used to seeing but others may… be more out there. There sure are a lot of more experimental foods combinations in the future, huh? Have you ever tried coffee-flavored water? Yogurt-flavored potato chips? Flaming hot lava chocolate? What about calamari Oreo pizza? Well, now is your chance.

There are also stacks of playing cards and maybe some other silly toys and games from whatever is the equivalent of a dollar/pound store in the future.The 100 Kryptos store? Which version of UNO do you know how to play? Do you know how to play Werewolf or Mafia? There are plenty of bottles to spin. Give someone a call and see if they answer or else you have to eat one of those cursed pizza slices. Of course, when enough people gather around, there are plenty of other ways to make your own fun.

& CHILL

For more introverted characters that might want a quieter place to hang out, some Everlight has probably left their room open. Pillows and blankets have been piled into the room to make it a quieter, more laidback place to hang out. When was the last time you made a pillow fort?

// WILDCARD/OOC

Hello, Tsuru gets bored easily and he wants everyone to have ☆good vibes☆ because bad vibes make him sad so he is steamrolling and dragging people into slumber party shenanigans. It's in the Everlight wing but other characters can hop over if they're curious or dragged in. I asked the mods about the potential consequences of staying the night and they said it would be fine for the slumber party so go wild.

Treat this as an open mingle and feel free to come up with your own ideas and tag around. If anyone really needs me for anything, you can DM me or catch me on plurk (yosakoi ).

Comments

[ecad]

setup!;

( he doesn't really know what's going on at first, but when he sees people start to move things around, tables and chairs and blankets and such? he's pretty sure that means there's about to be a good time to be had.

he doesn't need to be prompted to leave his room once he hears all the rustling about; whether it's the scraping of furniture being moved or music being played or the general sort of hustle-and-bustle that always accompanies a get-together of this size, he's joining in on the setup wherever he can, offering his own blanket and pillow wherever it might be most useful.

if you look like you might need some help with whatever you're doing? carrying some bags in? he's your guy. but it sure would be a shame if someone accidentally got smacked with a pillow during all the moving around … )

food & games!;

( boy oh boy, you had better believe that there is a whole lot of stuff here that he's never tried before. the sodas are all probably flavors he's never even heard of, much less tried for himself, and he's surely not used to the fizzy nonsense of carbonation, so he might end up sneezing a time or two between sips of different kinds.

please feel free to call him on this.

otherwise feel free to come across him at any time during his sampling of all the foods available, he becomes completely enamored with a pizza that has pineapple and gummy bears ( gross, vash ) on it and if there are any errant oreos lying around all by themselves and not on a pizza … he's going to find himself a new favorite thing, you better believe.

you might even find him looking at all those bottles meant for spinning and wondering … why they're there … because if they're empty, shouldn't they get cleared away, or something?

if nothing else — ) What's … ( is he thinking about how he's supposed to pronounce this? yes. ) … Uh-no? Yoo-no? I feel like I'm not saying that right.

chill!;

( his room is empty, and no one else has claimed it for the sake of their own pillow fort, so you know what's going to happen? he's gonna build one.

he might have donated his own bedding to the cause in the beginning but he's going to end up sneaking it back along with another stack of pillows — he'll make sure they get back to where they belong, don't worry, even if it doesn't really matter — and anyone passing by his door is going to see him meticulously arranging and rearranging blanket and pillows until he finds something he likes, and once he's finally happy with it he's going to plop right down in the middle. maybe wiggle a little bit to get comfortable. because this feels a whole lot like being a kid without ever having really been a kid in the first place … don't mind him if he's a little bit indulgent.

to anyone within earshot, if he catches the sight of feet walking by: ) I've never built anything like this before, but I think it came out pretty good. What do you think?

wildcard!;

( obligatory choose-your-own-adventure option if you don't see anything up there you're vibing with. hit me up on plurk ( creatura ) if you wanna hash something out or just start your own thing. i'm easy! )

chill

[cranekin]

(Vash's room was probably one of the first to get raided for supplies given it being the first room... but this is fine. While Vash is working away, Tsurumaru is sneaking up on him. Granted, it isn't very good but the point isn't really to sneak up on him without being noticed. That would have just been a nice bonus.)

Not bad, not bad! It's quite the fortress.

(And he sort ofjust starts walking around it so Vash might los track of his feet after a bit.)

I don't see any weaknesses...

(His voice trails off towards the end and there's this lingering, ominous "but" in the air? There's more to all of this. Tsurumaru is up to something and sure enough, he adds slyly,)

I don't think a direct attack will work.

[ecad]

( ah, well. that's what happens when you're first in line, right? no matter, it's not like he's going to go the rest of his stay here without blankets and pillows. might as well give things up for the greater good for the night!

and early morning, probably. just because everlight houses all the goodie two shoes doesn't mean they believe in reasonable bedtimes.

he's glad for any positive feedback he gets, because again, he's never built anything like this and doesn't really know what he's doing other than having fun and not giving a hoot about much else. he watches the other walk around, at least at first, but when he starts to talk about weaknesses … )

Weaknesses …? ( hold on a second now. he blinks. ) Who said anything about a direct attack? Who are we attacking?

[cranekin]

(Oh, he's catching on. Good, good. He stops in his tracks and reassesses this fortress........)

You know, I once stormed a castle.

(It's true. He really did.)

Do you think you can stand against me? Or will you surrender?

(ITS YOU, VASH. HE'S ATTACKING YOU.)

[ecad]

( vash really just wanted to build a nice pillow fort and, he doesn't know. actually chill in it? maybe with someone else? have a nice conversation or something —

but no, here's this guy talking about weaknesses and storming castles and surrendering, and oh. oh boy, now he's really catching on.

( he can be a bit slow on the uptake sometimes, you know? cut him some slack, this is an entirely new thing for him. ) ) Hm … ( he grabs a nearby loose pillow and places it in front of him as a makeshift shield. )

I'm not much of a fighter. ( he says offhandedly, like he's already said a few times in this place. ) But you come into my fort talking about storming castles … ( holding his pillow up a little bit! )

Bring it on!

( good grief. )

food and games

[eepy]

[ the games here are, well, not what he's too familiar with. or are these perhaps the games that are now popular with the younger generation? cards and board games are one thing, but bottles that are spun? he isn't entirely sure, though he's certain that celestial jade remains famous among many of the xianzhou youth.

but it's a different world, which means there are also different traditions and different cuisines. including the dreaded pineapple pizza. ]

Ee-oo-no? [ that's caught his attention now, peering over the younger male's shoulder and squinting. ] Number one for family fun, is it?

[ecad]

( he's not familiar with them either, but he's pretty sure it's because there's nothing like this where he's from; if the food and drinks are anything to go by, at least, there are sure to be a few more surprises waiting for him in the future that he'll honestly. probably find delightful. as long as they aren't of the monster variety, but even still, he might find those interesting?

especially if anything looks like the giant sandworms back on noman's land.

and don't knock pineapple pizza until you try it, you know? it's sweet and savory! best of both worlds!

vash looks over at his new companion, and then back to the deck of cards in front of him. ) That doesn't mean you have to be family to play, does it? ( vash i swear to god. no, that's not what it means. )

[eepy]

[ he'll be the judge of that later.

for now, jing yuan puts on an expression of mild surprise at the remark before he smiles and shakes his head. cards are meant for everyone, after all; it's just a matter of learning the mechanics and rules. ]

That would be limiting those who could and would play this game, then.

[ and it wouldn't sell well if so. ] I would assume it also targets groups of friends or those who are more inclined to play with others than alone.

[ecad]

( why is there so much judgment going on, here, especially where his taste in junk food apparently lies? there is absolutely nothing wrong with pineapple on pizza and he'll die on that hill.

but you're free to judge him about the gummy bears. that's just weird, blondie.

also thanks for not laughing at him taking the family bit entirely seriously; he can be a silly thing when he wants to be, or when he wants to brush something off, but that really had been a question wondered out loud that he should have kept to himself. way to make yourself out to be a goober as a first impression, buddy.

his eyebrows climb his forehead, just enough to disappear under the fall of his bangs. ) Oh, that does make more sense, doesn't it? ( and his laugh is sheepish, ridiculous thing. )

Think anybody else would be interested in figuring it out with us?

F&G

[blastedass]

[he hadn't intended for a moment to come down here. but apparently some people just don't give a shit about dying and want to stick their heads in the proverbial broiler. which means he's down here. out here. whatever. getting something to eat and still radiating the quiet "fuck off" vibes to anyone nearby. red eyes sharp on the occasional flick around, noting the people that are on his team. there's a reason he was placed here with these extras, but what that reason is, he doesn't know. doubts any of them do, but that's something to look into, isn't it.

a few people catch his eye, ones he met before during or around the orientation and earlier simulations. some of them are tolerable at least... the tall blonde in the red coat and orange grandma glasses isn't hard to miss. the sheer amount of sugar he's put on his fucking pizza is utterly disgusting. does he want to be up all night running hyper with a damn sugar headache? first-time soda drinker, candied pizza, a roll of oreos in the other land like a damn road flare...]

You're gonna make yourself sick, Nise no Baka.

[ecad]

( what's up, firecracker.

it doesn't matter what sort of vibes bakugo is giving off, there's not going to be any keeping this one away from him once he's made his presence known; he's pretty engrossed in his pizza, which is a feaking masterpiece, thank you very much, but he's probably going to spot all that spiky blond hair before the other has a chance to speak up and, dare we say, pass pizza judgment.

he makes a point of swallowing his bite before speaking up — manners, and all, rem had made a point of hammering that into their little plant brains as soon as they could understand it — and grins, even though something about his expression is a bit quizzical. ) No I'm not. ( what did you just call him. )

Have you tried these yet? ( he is absolutely about to brandish that sleeve of oreos like a weapon. ) They're amazing!

[blastedass]

[don't you dare...

he's passing pizza judgement and sentence before the other man gets a chance to swallow! and he decrees it an abomination of sweet and savory that shouldn't be. pineapple on pizza is pushing it, but at least that's still a fruit! straight up sugary dessert foods swimming in melted cheese and tomato paste?! that's just fucking wrong!

he doesn't miss the pointed swallowing. not sure whether that's just manners or a ballsy defiance of his warning. that grin is met with a small sneer in return. he sounds so sure of himself while plying his stomach with a revolution.]

Tch. We'll see about that in an hour. [it's japanese for "fake idiot" - enjoy that, cause you earned it.]

They're called Oreos. We have them in my world.

[ecad]

( don't dare what … he's certainly not doing anything …

but okay fine, pass your judgment and sentence all you like, that just means there's more for him; they don't have toppings like this where he's from, and he's always been something of an experimentalist when it comes to food — it helps being able to eat at all, something he's always secretly been a little bit grateful for even if it means he's less of an independent than his brother — and this seems like the perfect time and place to do all the experimenting his stomach can handle.

if it comes back to bite him in the butt … well, he can't say bakugo didn't warn him.

and hey, it looks like he's not the only one coming up with nicknames; this is a two-way street, mister boom-boom-pow, and he's definitely not going to let the firecracker bit go anytime soon! )

I've got a pretty strong stomach, just so you know. ( maybe it's a plant thing, maybe it's a vash thing. who even knows. ) Oreos … ( he rolls the word over in his mouth. ) I think they just might be the best thing I've ever tasted. Can you get them anytime you want?

f & g

[kanzashi]

[That pineapple and gummi bear pizza is just earning him the greatest of all side-eyes, because what the hell! Nobara feels her stomach churning just by looking at it.]

Don't come crying if you throw that up in half an hour. Some things just aren't supposed to be mixed together...

[Why can't anybody in this place eat normal pizza like she is...]

[ecad]

( can y'all stop judging his pizza preferences? it's not like this is going to turn into 'vash the stampede's misadventures with junk food' or anything. maybe. probably.

dial down that bombastic side-eye, won't you?

he makes a show of chewing his mouthful ( with his mouth closed, thank you, at least he has manners ) and swallows with a grin. ) Why does everybody think this is going to make me sick? ( it's just been her and bakugo, honestly, but two is enough.

he pointedly picks a gummy bear off the top and chews it thoughtfully. ) It's so good …

[kanzashi]

Oh, I don't know if it will make you sick, I'm just hoping it does. Anybody who eats that vile trash is only encouraging them to make more of it.

[Just the thought of gummy bears mixed in with cheese is enough to make her gag. Gross, dude!]

Seriously, how can you even stomach it?? Some things should never go together...

[ecad]

( his face falls just a little bit — just enough to take note of — at that. ) It's not trash! It's delicious! ( also look, maybe his plant palate is different from your human one. maybe this is good to him only because of how bizarre it is, and therefore you shouldn't be judging him so harshly??

think about that. please!

he picks a green gummy bear off the top of what remains of his slice and shows it to her. ) We don't have these where I'm from. ( and then he's popping it into his mouth. ) They're new and exciting. And go on everything. ( lord have mercy. )

chill

[yoke]

[ it's familiar, if only because he's used to sharing space like this. there wasn't much at hopeland, but they made do with what little they had. sometimes making your own fun in the midst of all the shit you deal with on the day to day involves putting together pillow forts with threadbare blankets and pillows, huddled close to keep away the cold at night.

so by the time vash has finished designing his fort, nick is still leaning against the door frame, his own pillow tucked under his arm like he's overseeing the whole thing. he makes a thoughtful hum, pushing off from the door to get a closer look at it. ]

Now, I ain't an expert, [ please shut up. ] But... I feel like it's missin' something.

slides in here late

[ecad]

( maybe he'd stopped to think of what the other's time spent at the orphanage had been like, how it must have been to be surrounded by so many others that needed looking after and to be the one they turned to. of course he doesn't know the whole story, and he won't unless wolfwood tells him, but it had to have meant something to him, with as ardent as he'd been about protecting the place.

he hasn't shared space like this with anyone since he and his brother were still very new, too young and naive to know what their future held, and there's something nostalgic about it that makes his chest ache. but he isn't going to dwell on it.

vash is sitting cross-legged near the center of his fort when the other man speaks up, and he rests his hands on his thighs as he looks up at him, squinting a bit in contemplation and then peering all around him. )

Expert or not, I value your opinion. ( he grins, cheeky. stop feeding off of each other, you dodos. ) What do you think it's missing?

shhhh

[yoke]

[ there’s not that much of a story: a boy in a man’s body makes a bargain for the safety of the only place he’d been able to call home; who still dreams the stupid, foolish, impossible dreams of a child wishing to return to happier days. as the days go by, the prospect of returning to hopeland become more and more slim. a part of him thinks maybe it’s better that way—would he be able to go back in his current state? would they even want him there, as bloodied and broken as he is?

it’s enough that he’d been able to protect it. this is the extent of what he deserves.

but he isn’t going to dwell on it either. nick hums thoughtfully, making a show of looking at the fort from all angles before he joins vash in the middle. he sets his pillow down next to him, lying on his back as he makes himself comfortable. ]

That’s better.

don't u shhh me

[ecad]

( there's nothing wrong with wishing for happier days; vash catches himself thinking about the year he and nai had spent together following their birth, each and every day passing them by with a whole slew of new things to learn, new things to know and sometimes he lingers on the memories of them playing the piano together. side by side, fingers dancing over the ivory keys as easily as if they'd never been meant to do anything else.

and then there had been nothing. for so, so long there had been nothing and until he'd been accepted by the occupants of ship three, there had been loneliness. the bone-deep kind of thing that sticks to everything it touches, leaves you feeling empty like no living, breathing thing should ever feel.

sometimes happiness is all about perception. sometimes it's circumstance. sometimes, it's what you make it.

if wolfwood is ever allowed to go back to the orphanage … vash thinks he wants that for him more than he's ever wanted anything for himself. but that just goes without saying, doesn't it?

he watches him settle, a ridiculously wide grin spreading across the line of his mouth as he leans to nudge him with a rather pointy elbow. ) Are you saying it was missing you? ( he laughs, bright and musical and genuine. ) Honestly …

setup;

[1797]

[Vash does indeed catch Ren while he's carrying in a couple bags, hands full and a barricade of chairs in his way. Does it make sense that they're there? Well, yeah, it's the perfect spot while other things are being arranged. Does this currently matter to Ren? Not really...

He doesn't look up from where he's hooking an ankle around a chair leg so he can pull it out of line, but he sees feet go by and immediately says:]

Can you get that other chair? [The one leaning precariously against his current target.]

sorry for the wait, life happened in a big way

[ecad]

( of course it makes perfect sense for chairs to be sitting around, especially when they haven't been put in their final places amidst all the blankets and pillows and whatever else is going to end up being needed for however many pillow forts they end up with —

but he does stop when he hears a disembodied voice, looking around until he sees first the bags in hand and then the one attached to those hands, and he grins, moving to grab that precariously leaning chair and set it out of the way.

well. the immediate way. ) Need help with those bags?

nw!

[1797]

[Ren proceeds to yank the other chair towards him, before he can overbalance, and catches it with the same foot to keep it from slamming into his knees.

The look he gives Vash is sheepish.]

Which are you feeling more? [A quick glance at which bag is which.] Synthetic cheese dip or a couple liters of corn syrup?

[Take your pick of mystery containers or soda, Vash.]

[ecad]

( this guy's got some pretty darn good reflexes, he notes with a slight tilt of his head; he just so happens to know them when he sees them, you know, because he likes to pretend he doesn't have any for himself more often than he does.

it pays to make yourself look like an idiot nine times out of ten, you know. because then people underestimate you.

he reaches for the bag of soda with a laugh. ) I'll take my chances with the carbonation. It's safe enough … as long as I don't drop it.

( a-hyuck. )