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]

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.