third time's the charm

[odenson]

who: The NEETs, Chibita, anyone who was invited or wants to stumble across the party
what: A Belated Bday party for the NEETS
when: Afternoon-Evening, Dec 10th
where: On the beach in one of those convenient cabins mentioned in the mingle log
warnings: none insofar. Probably drunken shenanigans, bad karaoke and possibly feels? We'll see.

So once upon a time (that time being, specifically, on the TDM about a month and a half ago,) Ichimatsu mentioned to Chibita that he'd missed his own birthday. Naturally, Chibita suggested that they have a belated party to make up for it. Now, he's making good on that idea. It just so happens that the festival and the Beach Cabins offered above happen to be a rather good opportunity. So he's managed to snag one of them this morning, and claimed it for the party later.

Said cabin is now moderately decorated. There's a couple simple happy birthday banners up, as well as a couple non-helium balloons scattered on the floor. Chibita's set up a bit of food and drink in the kitchen for people to come in and nosh on. The table has been taken over by an array of finger foods, mostly. Chips, dips, veggies, bacon-wrapped-dates, shrimp chips, gyoza, salted chicken wings, and various yakitori. Oh, and, of course, oden. Because if Chibita's preparing the party, there is absolutely going to be oden.

There is, also, a cake. Said cake is homemade and looks quite similar to the one in this photo. But don't worry: that stick of oden is made of fondant and moulding sugar. The cake has also been safely tucked away in the fridge for safekeeping.

Aside from things to eat, there's also plenty to drink. Nothing really too 'hard liquor'-ish, though. Beer, wine and cider, mostly, as well as mulled wine on the stove, because it's cold and that's a great drink for the holidays. And plenty of soda and other non-alcoholic entities, for those abstaining or too young.

Additionally, there's several different board games in the shared living space for people to play with. Scrabble, Taboo, Pictionary, and even mahjong, to name a few. So have a go at those. There is, unfortunately, a TV screen that's been hooked up to a Karaoke machine. So that is also an option, to be used for good or for evil. There's plenty of space to lounge and mingle to your fancy, both inside and out. There's a fire in the fire place, as well as a bonefire outside, supplied with the necessary ingredients for s'mores.

So, uh...help yourself? Maybe you know any of these guys and were invited. Maybe you just stumbled across the party on the beach and decided to join in. The post is your metaphorical Belated Birthday Oyster.

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[ragnarsson]

[Ivar's got a beer in one hand as he wheels up to Ichimatsu. So this is one of the other two brothers. He looks the fourth Matsuno up and down with an expression on his face that makes it seem like he's possibly deciding whether it would be worth his time to gut the man before him like a fish.
Really, the Viking is harmless, at least for the moment.

He finally makes a 'Hmph' sound and nods to himself as if he's made up his mind about something.]

Now which one are you?

[ichimyatsu]

[Ichimatsu doesn't typically express much emotion on his face, or really at all, but there is a distinct flicker of alarm when Ivar looks him over like that. He has no idea who this guy is, and maybe he's just got a mean face but that sure was some kind of glower. He sinks slowly into a crouch, keeping eye contact, and reaches sideways to hoist the strange bespectacled cat at his feet into his arms.]

...ah, I'm Ichimatsu.

[ragnarsson]

[Sorry, Ichimatsu, Ivar's face is just kind of naturally like that. Resting psychopathic face, it happens when one has a lust for killing people. His head quirks to the side when he notices the cat. Why is it wearing glasses and how do they stay on its head?]

Ivar The Boneless. I'm friends with Osomatsu. I've been training him how to fight.

[ichimyatsu]

[It's fine, he feels this with his constant resting deadpan. His expression falters again slightly with a frown and he squints, tilting his head.]

Ivar... the Boneless. That's one hell of a name.

[ragnarsson]

[No prizes for guessing where he got the creepy nickname from, being in a wheelchair like he is.]

You know what they say. You must own your name or it will own you.

[What had been meant to be an insulting and despairing nickname showing he would never be normal had turned into the name that every Viking knew and all his enemies feared.]

[ichimyatsu]

[This guy is like... effortlessly edgy. Ichimatsu can't help but be marginally impressed. He nods, expression slackened.]

Can't say I've heard that one, but I don't get out much.

[ragnarsson]

[Apparently, Matsunos are easily impressed. Ivar hasn't even told him he's a Viking yet. He reaches up and thumps a friendly hand on Ichimatsu's shoulder. It's a good thing it's friendly, too, Ivar's got a lot of upper body strength]

Stick with me and you'll learn much more.

[ichimyatsu]

[Being a NEET for all of your life up to about a year ago will do that to a person. Ichimatsu doesn't quite flinch at the hand as it reaches, but he jolts slightly in place when it thumps on his shoulder. He didn't shrug it off or duck out of it, since this guy must know one of his siblings to have shown up at their not-birthday birthday party, but...]

[He chuckles softly under his breath.]

It's nothing personal, but I don't "stick with" very many people. [He's the antisocial loner type, even if he wants friends. Maybe even moreso now that he's managed to make a few that haven't known him all his life.]

[ragnarsson]

[Ivar snorts at Ichimatsu's proclamation.]

And you think I do? I had not a single friend before I came to the city unless you counted my brothers, and considering they're family, they're kind of obligated to put up with me.

[Ivar's childhood hadn't been completely miserable, but it had certainly been lonely. Most everyone ignored him or pitied him at best, not ideal situations to make friends in. As he grew older, more angry and bitter at the way he was being treated, people learned to fear him instead of trying to understand him.]

I'm still wondering why people tolerate me as well as they do.

[ichimyatsu]

[Ah. This... this conversation certainly sounds familiar. "Not a single friend before I came to the city unless you counted my brothers", was it? Ichimatsu's loner nature was at least self-imposed, but the similarities still settled heavily in the pit of his stomach.]

[He quirks his mouth and looks away, focusing on petting his cat.]

...I know how that goes.

[ragnarsson]

[See, this conversation is going much better than the last time he interacted with a Matsuno. He'd ended up threatening to castrate Karamatsu in about three minutes tops. But then, that tended to be a standard turn of how things went with Ivar.]

I've been meaning to ask. Why does that cat have glasses?

[ichimyatsu]

[#Big Mood, Ivar. Big Fucking Mood.]

[He blinks, frown creasing one eyebrow and a quirk pulling his mouth crooked.]

...there's a lot of "why"s to ask about Nyanko. I dunno, it's just how he looks. [He scritches pointedly at the side of his face-- the 'glasses' appear to be part of his fur???]

[ragnarsson]

I'd like to say that's oddest creature I've seen here, but I rounded up some pretty weird ones during that pet roundup.

[Ivar didn't precisely look like the type that would help out the stray animals in the city, but he liked animals a lot more than he liked people most of the time. They never judged him, and if they were mean, it was usually because they had good reason.]

[ichimyatsu]

He's just a cat, as far as I know, but he's probably the weirdest cat I've seen, too.

[These two are just actually the same person, really. Ichimatsu is frequently one to mention that cats are better than people for similar reasons.]

[ragnarsson]

He's interesting. Not quite as interesting as my fire horse though.

[Of course Ivar would have a horse on fire as a pet. Would someone as badass as him have anything less?]

[ichimyatsu]

I'm sorry, fire horse? Like a Pon*ta? [Share a director with Gintama, adopt the same censorship joke rule as Gintama when referencing a Pokemon.]

[ragnarsson]

Exactly like one.

[He pulls the Pokeball out of his pocket and lets Skinfaxi out. There's a burst of light and then a large, strong horse Pokemon is standing there. The Ponyta takes one look at his surroundings and tries to hide behind Ivar. This worked well when he was a foal, but as a full-grown stallion, the effect is more comical than anything else. He shyly peers around Ivar at Ichimatsu. Ivar pats his neck fondly, his hand running through the flames with no effect.]

This is Skinfaxi. I've had him since he was a little foal.

[ichimyatsu]

[Holy shit. This guy has a fucking Ponyta. Ichimatsu gapes, and Nyanko yowls softly and dives behind him at the burst of light and subsequent fire horse, and the fourth-born Matsuno puts an arm back toward him to shield him for a moment, standing slowly.]

You actually have a fucking Ponyta. How.

[ragnarsson]

[Skinfaxi snuffles at Ivar's pockets looking to see if he has any spare sugar cubes. Disappointed, he huffs softly, and goes back to trying to hide behind his master.]

I caught him in the forest the first month I was here. It wasn't easy.

[Turns out Pokemon are pretty dangerous when you don't have the constitution of an anime character to fall back on.]

[ichimyatsu]

[He balks.]

You caught a Ponyta in the forest. Here. [Excuse his disbelief. See, Ichimatsu? Going outside can get you cool things.]

[ragnarsson]

[Ivar seems amused more by Ichimatsu's disbelief at how he caught the Ponyta rather than the existence of a fire horse at all.]

Where else would I have caught it? Just by him wandering into communal housing?

[ichimyatsu]

[He's Japanese, he's not surprised by much these days.]

I-- you've got a point, there.

[ragnarsson]

You should try going out into the forest. I'm sure there's more of them out there.

[Imagine catching a cat Pokemon like a Meowth, Ichimatsu. Imagine.]

i 100% missed this tag

[ichimyatsu]

[No he is too weak to this he would actually just die screaming, honestly. He clutches idly at ESP Kitty in the meantime.]

...ah, I'm not actually big on forests. [There's a good reason for that, and its name was Eluvio.]

[ragnarsson]

The one here isn't so bad. [There's a pause.] Unless you count the monsters.

[Minor detail, really, those creatures that could kill people.]