RAT PARTY LOG: Day 105

[dorkypantsuit]

Who: Everyone and anyone.
What: A party.
Where The menagerie.
When: Day 105


It’s a rat’s birthday party, and if you’re in the labor crew attendance is mandatory. After watching his department's sense of team spirit drop to dangerous levels Psi has decided to try and force people to have a little fun. Of course, the recent lack of camaraderie among the Labor Department isn’t the sole reason for the party; as Ginko had mentioned, anyone who decides to take a look at Rex the rat king will find a seventh head apparently in the process of emerging from around his shoulder. It’s not quite fully formed yet, essentially just a nose and mouth poking through the fur, but it’s very definitely there.


I. GINKO AND REX
A table has been set up near Rex’s enclosure with a number of rat king-safe treats laid out on it, so as to reduce the risk of visitors giving him something he shouldn’t eat. All the same, Ginko will be spending most of his time near Rex, and keeping an eye on things - just in case he has to, you know, discourage people from putting their fingers too close to the new mouth, or something like that. Fingers are not considered rat king-safe treats.

II. TWISTER AND OTHER FUN GAMES
Psi is here as well obviously, and he does have twister. He won’t actually make you play, but he will call you a wuss if you refuse to join in. Twister isn’t the only game they have available though, as later on Psi will also be forcing allowing people to play “Who Am I?” In this game the name of another person at the carnival is placed on a player’s back. Players then have to guess whose name is on their back by asking questions yes or no questions about that person to other people at the party. (Feel free to pick whatever name you want for your character.) Although Labor Department members have to play, others are welcome to join too.

III. FOOD
But what would a party be without the free food? There’s lots of good stuff. BBQ Ribs, Chicken Adobo, Pork Mango Habanero and for dessert there’s cupcakes in the chocolate and lemon flavored variety. Lar’s made it all so feel free to be shocked about that.

((OOC: As this is a party log feel free to make your own top-levels))

Comments

[control_freak]

Wh--

Foster has approximately .05 seconds in which to grasp what's going on before it's already happened, and boy, he is not happy.

"--fuck." He doesn't even turn to look at Taako, but it's not really difficult to figure out. Except that instead of getting mad, Foster just.... gives up completely, shutting his eyes and inexplicably going slack, refusing to try and move at all.

[tacosgay]

"Yeah, see, that's what happens when you're rude." Taako strolls over to where Foster is floating, a few feet above the floor, swinging the Umbra Staff on a finger in rhythm with each step. "Now, say you're sorry, and I'll let you go. Oh, and also tell me what your deal is, 'cause, the way you were looking at that rat, you had me kinda worried you were about to ruin this party even more."

[control_freak]

Foster gives him a look of such a calibre it suggests he'd literally rather look into the abyss than at Taako's face, let alone talk to him. It's the kind of disgusted side-eye you usually get from cats, or flightless birds of the fuck-off huge variety.

He doesn't even bother to answer or believe anything Taako has just presented as a possible motive.

"What do you want."

[tacosgay]

"I... literally just told you what I want, my man." Taako folds his arms, frowning at Foster in clear frustrated confusion. He points the Umbra Staff at him, half-threatening, half-gesturing. "You gotta listen when somebody speaks, 'cause you're missin' stuff, here."

He has no idea why he's being so hard on Foster; honestly, otherwise, this party's been pretty dull, so maybe that's it. Either way, he's in this shit now, and it's a little too late to just back off, right?

Probably.

[control_freak]

Foster squints at Taako, his entire face wrinkling up in something like disgust.

"Are you fucking serious?" Foster squints at Taako, his entire face wrinkling up in something like disgust. "What, are you carnival security? Did Sans put you up to this?"

He almost hopes that's the case. For a few reasons. If Sans is targetting him, he can take some comfort in knowing he's still hated by someone.

Also, it's the only explanation he can think of for this that isn't phenomenally stupid. "Sorry, I didn't assume that was your actual motive." He gestures dismissively, irritably.

"But I don't care about the rat. So you can drop me now."

[tacosgay]

Taako gives a short "hmph," and he does drop Foster-- rather suddenly, in fact. It's only about two feet, but he's making a point.

The point being that Foster is being an ass, and he's not going to put up with it.

"Alright, first off, who the hell is Sans? Because nobody put me up to anything, my man. I'm just giving you a hard time because you were a fuckin' rude dude just now." Taako props a hand at his hip, the other leaning on the Umbra Staff's tip. "Second, neither do I, I just didn't want you to ruin the party."

[control_freak]

Foster his the ground with... not a lot of grace--even though he lands on his feet, he drops to his ass because he wasn't really in a position to catch himself. He doesn't even try to get up, either. He just tilts his head back to look at Taako that way.

"Sans is the warden. A supervisor." Foster says it in a tone that's... not nearly as disparaging as it could have been, honestly. He mostly sounds tired.

So Sans didn't put him up to it?

This is.... disappointing. But also leaves him incredibly aggravated. Because all other factors aside, this clueless... fucking rando took it upon himself to basically police... the face he was making and then take offence when Foster didn't feel like playing along.

"You know what? No. No, I don't care." It's a... bold statement coming from Foster, but Taako is likely too new to really be shocked. He's clambering to his feet, gesticulating agitatedly even before he's fully upright. One hand sweeps back into his wild blond hair, and he's avoiding looking Taako in the face for more than a half-second's glance or two.

"We're even now, right? I pissed you off, you pissed me off. Now we're even! It's fine! I'm going to leave, and you... you can return to.... to the uncanny valley from whence you came."

And with one final, pointed, two-second-long look, he turns away. Bye.

[tacosgay]

"Wait, hold on a second," Taako cuts in, likely the last words Foster possibly ever wants to hear him say. He frowns, incredulous. "The uncanny valley? I--"

... seriously?

"Hold on, are you pissed off because I kind of, sort of, being very generous to you I might add, kiiind of resemble you?" Holy shit. This guy is crazy.

[control_freak]

Nope! Nope.

Normally, Foster might have just... broken down completely and deflected the entire situation, diverting it to... well, it doesn't matter, because he can't. He just can't even begin. Not any more. Not here, not right now, he can't, he just fucking can't. The world's put him in his place rightfully well enough, and this particular topic (like many) got a lot more loaded with the Ring Master's resurrection of times past inside of him, years and years of moments and memory.

He knows his purpose, knows he should make himself clear, knows even as he's walking away with his hands curled tightly into his blond hair that he's meant to stop and obey and--!

"I'm not having this conversation. I--no. No! Goodbye!"

[tacosgay]

"... seeya," Taako says, and this time, he lets him go. He has no idea what kind of meltdown he just witnessed, what inner struggle this dude must be going through, but he honestly just... doesn't care, at the moment.

He shrugs, and turns to head back into the party; that guy can go pitch whatever fits he wants to on his own, as far as Taako's concerned. He's got his own problems to deal with. Like needing more punch.