[OPEN] RV Park Party

[eirs]

WHO: Any and all OUTSIDER personnel that wants in and their respective campervan companions. Or maybe you wandered out away from your group and found this commune.
WHAT: The gang parking together at night to swap information about the things they've found in their investigations, night watches around a fire, ghost stories......? General tomfoolery in the desert where there's no one else for miles. Cooking their hunts in successes and mishaps?
WHERE: The Mojave Desert
WHEN: Mid to Late May
WARNINGS: Will be updated or tagged in the thread as needed!

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[gimu]

[ the ritual must be chanted in accordance with the Old Ways, bakugo ]

My brain remains at a pleasant average of thirty-eight-point-four degrees Celsius, thank you. Say it properly.

[ a little flap of the hand, as if to, to encourage bakugo onward. come on, bud, you can do it. ]

[blastedass]

[shove the ritual up your ass, choso.]

I dare you to eat two of those bugs raw.

[you wanted to be a pain in the butt, odango head. the dare has just been UPPED due to annoyance tax.]

[gimu]

[ all in good time. ]

Close, but very well. [ he says it with such maddening grace, he does, as if it were choso deigning to legitimize this poor hero’s stabs at human ritual.

thankfully, he’s quick to turn to the task at hand, but instead of ripping a bug from the surrounding sands, he withdraws from one billowing sleeve a writhing cloth pouch (is that a cargo pants pocket…?) that rustles and chirps with the sort of musical distress only a fistful of stolen grasshoppers can spit out. ]

I was going to save these for later, but since you insist.

[ wait, why later? before choso can elaborate further, he pops the pouch and sticks his hand within, rummaging for a suspenseful moment before withdrawing two (2) disheveled and kicking grasshoppers from their khaki prison. where did these little guys come from? how did they get here? why? what? not important. itadakimasu.

choso pops the first one into his mouth like it was little more than a peanut cluster, biting down all the same with a crunch that surely even the gods could feel. it’s only a small blessing that choso chews with his mouth closed; the knowing of what lay within and the muffled crunch painted a vivid picture all on its own. one twiggy leg sticks out the corner of his mouth until it’s slurped back in like a stray noodle, followed by a gulp just a scant breath shy of obscene.

the second one follows only one exhale later; this one he simply pops in, like a lime wedge almost, laid down with a surprising gentleness onto his tongue before he simply
swallows
it down. ]

… needs salt…

[blastedass]

[choso, if he had a mind reading quirk, you'd be a blood smear on the wall... sometime bakugo thinks this guy does crap deliberately JUST to test his fucking patience!]

Why the hell do you have a bag of those?!

[desert locusts aren't the best things to keep around on hand! the fact choso just pulls out a bag like a secret stash of goodies is mildly disturbing, for a boy from a world that doesn't have "bug" on the menu.

yet there he goes, slipping his hand in and drawing out two. what are these, snacks for this guy? bakugo pulls a face again when choso tosses one back. ugh, that crunch is fucking sick. DON'T PAINT A PICTURE BY NOT DESCRIBING THE PICTURE!! that leg out the half-curse's mouth makes it worse.

apparently "two" is now a self-reflected curse at him and bakugo looks back at the fire for better reasons.]

Shut up. S'fucking disgusting.

[gimu]

It’s an excellent source of protein and nutrients in the desert.

[ thankfully with bakugo turned away, he doesn’t have to see how choso’s eyes light up again with the implant’s artificial light, nor how he swipes the back of his hand across his mouth to brush away the last of the bug bits. ]

I was going to ask if you knew how to cook them, but I shall have to catch more before that.

[blastedass]

[yeah, he's not watching that. he has other food in his stomach he'd rather not lose thanks to choso's alternative meat feast. already had a puke the first time he went through the portal and he's not about to do it again. (then again, it's more the knowledge and image rather than actually against the meat.) if bugs have traditional "meat" in the first place.]

You can roast them over a fire on a skewer or chop them up and saute them.

[why does he know this? good question. will he show choso now? NOPE!!]

[gimu]

[ why does bakugo know this!??

choso turns to him in surprise. ]

As with tofu? I see. An ingredient is still subject to the laws of the kitchen.

[blastedass]

[he's not answering the damn question!

don't look at him like you're surprised he knows this!]

You can cook anything you want. Doesn't mean it's fucking edible.

[gimu]

The world wide web has informed me that grasshoppers are edible and considered a fine snack food in countries that are not Japan. I will sautee them for you.

[ is this a promise he’s laying on bakugo’s plate, or a threat??? ]

[blastedass]

Do you even know how to saute something?

[considering this man's sheer marvel at even basic foods cooked for him, the idea of choso doing so on his own is... surprising.]

[gimu]

Somewhat. I sautéed a block of tofu for Summoner Raidou to celebrate his growing older. I did try to emulate what you did.

[ cooking videos are the bachelor’s saving grace ]

[blastedass]

[... choso, the man who can say things in twice as many words as needed.]

It's called a birthday, Odango Mess.

[good to know choso applied what bakugo showed him. touch of pride there, his young apprentice.]

How'd it turn out?

[gimu]

That's what I said.

[ this guy... ]

He didn't seem to dislike it, and did not make the faces associated with a poor showing. [ now standardized by bakugo's after-bug face. ] I have taken it as a triumph.

[blastedass]

You said it too long!

[he didn't say that at all! "celebrate the day of his birth" what the fuck!? "birthday party!" done! ugh...]

Meaning he didn't puke.

[good job.]

[gimu]

Aa. Exactly so. He didn't puke.

[ so this was the baseline. in which case, Yor was performing admirably. excellent. mochi onigiri were next on the list. ]

... But consider, what if you just said it too short?

[blastedass]

[it's funny to hear choso say that. he's not "refined" but the cruder language doesn't usually come out of his mouth. bakugo could have some fun with this...

...though yuji might get on his case about teaching his brother bad language. oops.]

It's not too short! That's what people say!

[in these modern times.]

[gimu]

Then the people say it too short. An easy term for it almost feels like a reduction of the importance of the day.

[blastedass]

You gonna recite an entire paragraph for important things?

[he gets where choso's coming from, but that's pretty archaic in most instances.]

That's why abbreviations and shorthand exist.

[gimu]

For some important things, why not? Like birthdays.

Shorthand is only useful if everyone is aware of the base code.

[blastedass]

Just say "Happy Birthday" next time, dammit!

[choso's not wrong, but now he knows the shorthand and the "base code" so he can start using the shorthand and passing that wealth of knowledge along.]

[gimu]

Yes, yes. Happy bug day, Bakugo.

Incidentally, were you aware that the 20th of May in modern calendars is also known as World Bee Day?

[blastedass]

If you did that on purpose, die.

[choso can't be that stupid... but he's not known for being a cheeky brat either.]

Who the fuck gave you a holiday calendar?