[log] Team Katamari V2 Mingle Extravaganza [closed]

[dr_unconscious]

Characters: Almost a fifth of them--okay specifically Clayton, Enoch, Dio, Quark, Clementine, House, Miranda, Ellana, and Dorian.
Location Buildings 61 and 54 (M11 and I10 respectively).
Date: Days 42 and 43, evenings, probably after lockdown.
Summary: A bunch of people that met in a gas station meet even more people who are sad, and then the next day they get ambushed and realize that this is a Problem. More generally: Catch-all mingle!
Warnings: Discussions of death, unpleasant trolling via House, monsters, all your typical snowhell fare. More specific warnings can go in headers!

What it says on the tin! There are toplevels for each day/location; post a general mingle comment or a group event under these, others will tag, so on and so forth. Enjoy!

Comments

[whiteknightnecromancer]

When. So optimistic. If I die here I'll never need to learn about screws. I don't have the money to invest anyway.

[rubikscomplex]

You're running around with the chick who's supposed to be saving the freaking world, and they're not even paying you? What kind of shit deal is that?

[whiteknightnecromancer]

They pay me. I lose it on cards. Then I use the wine cellar on my own initiative. I also place wardrobe orders through their requisition channels. It all works out.

[Not so much for Josephine who was in charge of the wine and requisitions.]

[rubikscomplex]

A gambling man, huh? [House perks up.] You know poker? [Not that... they actually have the cards, but if he can find some...]

[whiteknightnecromancer]

Wicked Grace mostly. I would be interested in learning poker, should the opportunity arise.

[That seems the more likely direction since Wicked Grace uses five suits.]

[rubikscomplex]

You find a pack of cards and we can get the chicks in on it, we could even do strip poker.

[Given that money is useless here.]

[whiteknightnecromancer]

[Oh right, he hasn't had this conversation with anyone here. He's only been close to Ellana and Cullen and they already know. Might as well make it very clear.]

Find some tall, muscular men to carry enough furniture to make a bonfire and play with us and that's sounds like a pleasant evening.

[rubikscomplex]

[House doesn't miss a beat or bat an eye, just mentally re-slots some of his pronouns for future sexual harassment of Dorian... as-needed.]

I'm sure we can wrangle a couple of the burly and brawny brigade for your pecs and tight ass-viewing needs. I like your thinking on bonfires, though. I'm not sure we can manage that without actually burning down a house, but I think that's just an excuse to experiment before game day, right? Got any matches, pal?

[whiteknightnecromancer]

[This is a reaction Dorian likes. He laughs.]

If I did I'd have sacrificed some cabinetry. It would be so nice to be warm. I guess we'll have to settle for staring at the ceiling and contemplating our own mortality.

[rubikscomplex]

Don't be such a necromancer. Mortality's boring, anyway. Let's contemplate that vacation in wine country with the vino and grapes. I'm picturing blue skies, 85 degrees, at least, warm breeze.

[whiteknightnecromancer]

Ah, yes. Much better. Near my parents' estate in Qarinus they cultivate Malagousia grapes. It makes a white wine that smells a little like citrus and jasmine.