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

[espigeon]

With his wide-set eyes Julien saw her before she spoke, but only just.

His fixed beak always looked like it was smiling, but he could put a much more genuine one into his voice. "Thank you! I work hard on this plumage. Do you want to touch?" Julien minded the absent way some people just petted him like he was a friendly dog. Actually being touched was great, on his own terms.

"Anyway, and you must be Madhuri! You're not fluffy at all but I daresay you're still pretty cute." Julien turned his head so both near-black bird eyes were visible and winked.

[songbird_slayer]

In response, she curtsied. "Well, I do try. And don't mind if I do!"

Well, if you're coming upon a large bird and you're invited to touch, you darn well better take the invitation. Besides, she was tremendously curious, and she did miss petting Tango already. The silly pink bird...

Madhuri helped herself to a ruffle just under Julien's beak.

"What is this place, anyway? They're collected, I presume, from all of the stops this carnival seems to make?"

[espigeon]

"Just don't pull. And I hope this means you'll let me touch one of your horns!" he said, and lowered his head into range as she reached for it. Julien's feathers were probably more densely set than a chocobo's, so that at first contact it almost seemed like he had a continuous, shell-like smooth surface. He closed his eyes and puffed out the feathers on his face, and that surface blossomed into individual soft feathers, far warmer.

"Mm. Well, I don't know myself! I just got here yesterday. It sounds plausible though, don't you think?" He wasn't quite up on all the whats and hows that went with carnival life, and more inclined to go with the flow than try too hard to figure it all out.

[songbird_slayer]

"Is that right? Well, you'll be disappointed to know that there is nothing interesting or pleasant about these horns to the touch! Not like these... goodness." Look at him fluff. This fluffy guy!

"Well, if I were running a carnival, I'd want all sorts of strange things to see from places nobody's been before! Then there's assuring you keep things fresh. I can't imagine regular old tigers and lions would capture the interest of mentally-starved minds for too long."

She canted her head. Looking at the two of them now... "They didn't mistake you, did they?"

[espigeon]

That fluff was thick enough to hide fingers in, maybe even whole hands. Julien recently had the chance to realize why people liked touching him and retroactively forgave most of the people who'd tried. "Let me be the judge of that! I've not handled horns much, you know. They look like they have an interesting texture."

"Mmm. I saw a bright pink lion wandering around, but he wasn't in an enclosure like these. Well, hopefully he knows not to hunt anyone." Big as Julien was, if a lion ambushed him, he was dead, and he knew animals tended to see him as a huge prey creature and not as a human.

The tyrannosaurus was poofier, but touching it was sure to be more difficult. "Not so far! It helps that I talk, and don't have teeth. I look like a dove and people think those are harmless, after all." He's not. He's really, really not. But he looks like a friend.