Jonathan Harker (Bram Stoker's original novel) (
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unknownseas2022-06-16 04:06 pm
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Totally Normal Garden Party and not an escape meeting
[It's Friday afternoon, and the party is almost ready. Jonathan, with the help of others, have arranged a quaint table setting in the garden, adorned with various flower arrangements. The spread of food seems quite impressive if not... somewhat strange with some of the offerings. Floyd brought takoyaki (careful, some of them have hot sauce in them!), Jason brought donuts, Hadoka brought some scrambled eggs, although not enough to feed all 25 citizens, Brett brought finger sandwiches, Joy brought some fancy flatbread, Mille brought fancy little cakes and pastries, The Undertaker brought some bone shaped biscuits, and Adamon brought some mushroom risotto. For drinks, Jonathan brought over several pitchers of lemonade, enough for everyone at the party and then some.
Nandor also brought ice cubes and Misfire brought one (1) lemon.
If anyone is hesitant about coming, Jonathan will gently find them and tell them that the party "really means a lot to him", with added details about the true nature of the party if they are still resistant. There were really only two people he was keeping this a secret from.
Just before five o'clock hits, Jonathan finds himself looking increasingly nervous. Anxiously tapping the table, looking around for anything suspicious, and taking a quick swig from his flask that he got from the pool to calm his nerves. For those who think that this is just a garden party, this might not exactly look like the most normal behavior ever.
It's a few minutes past five and, once Jonathan does one last look around to make sure everyone is here, he gently taps his glass of lemonade with a spoon and stands up, clearing his throat.]
Thank you all for coming to the party! I have told this to a few of us, but I was not entirely honest when I wrote the invitation. While, yes, part of my motivation is to grow more familiar with the rest of the citizens here, my true purpose is much more vital. I organized this meeting so we can discuss how to escape from this prison the Mayor has placed us in, and I intend to do so before any casualties occur.
I do not want to burden everyone with the details of my life, but I had been held captive before, and I know the horrors of letting my captor know of my escape plans, and that is why I had to be secretive about this. I do not want our opportunities for escape to close because we let it slip that we're trying to leave, and I ask everyone to be similarly secretive about this.
But, on the bright side, we have the numbers I didn't have back at the Castle, and I am confident with our combined efforts we can overthrow the Mayor and get back to our homes before too long!
[And with that, Jonathan sits back down in order to begin the meeting in earnest!]
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Nandor also brought ice cubes and Misfire brought one (1) lemon.
If anyone is hesitant about coming, Jonathan will gently find them and tell them that the party "really means a lot to him", with added details about the true nature of the party if they are still resistant. There were really only two people he was keeping this a secret from.
Just before five o'clock hits, Jonathan finds himself looking increasingly nervous. Anxiously tapping the table, looking around for anything suspicious, and taking a quick swig from his flask that he got from the pool to calm his nerves. For those who think that this is just a garden party, this might not exactly look like the most normal behavior ever.
It's a few minutes past five and, once Jonathan does one last look around to make sure everyone is here, he gently taps his glass of lemonade with a spoon and stands up, clearing his throat.]
Thank you all for coming to the party! I have told this to a few of us, but I was not entirely honest when I wrote the invitation. While, yes, part of my motivation is to grow more familiar with the rest of the citizens here, my true purpose is much more vital. I organized this meeting so we can discuss how to escape from this prison the Mayor has placed us in, and I intend to do so before any casualties occur.
I do not want to burden everyone with the details of my life, but I had been held captive before, and I know the horrors of letting my captor know of my escape plans, and that is why I had to be secretive about this. I do not want our opportunities for escape to close because we let it slip that we're trying to leave, and I ask everyone to be similarly secretive about this.
But, on the bright side, we have the numbers I didn't have back at the Castle, and I am confident with our combined efforts we can overthrow the Mayor and get back to our homes before too long!
[And with that, Jonathan sits back down in order to begin the meeting in earnest!]

ADAMAN
[adaman: here to fuck around and find out]
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[read: he can confidently sing VERY, VERY BADLY]
Do you have a particular request?
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[He claps.]
I dare you to make up a song as you sing it, and dedicate it toooo... Li'l Daka's cat!
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Well, I shall gladly accept your challenge, Obi!
[You will have to give him a moment--mostly because if nothing else, he is taking this absolutely seriously, and though he is going to sound fucking awful, he's going for it--]
There once was a cat left behind,
to whom fate was most certainly unkind,
but with one's gentle hand,
though perhaps not a plan,
the lives of the two became intertwined~
Tiny as can be was he,
and yet he brought happiness to many;
with a curious heart,
he sought to impart,
a little bit of joy unto those he'd see!
And thus Rain he was named,
and he would certainly be acclaimed,
to bring light to all,
no matter how big nor small,
and he'll grow to continue to do so unashamed~
[this man has no musical talent. this is honestly probably a travesty.
but cringe is dead and adaman killed it behind a dennys, so he'll take a bow after he's done.]
I trust that is a satisfactory attempt?
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Ada-my man, are you trying to summon a demon??
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Holy crap it worked.
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Hm? I'm not entirely sure what a 'demon' is, but I haven't the faintest idea of what would have made you think...
[face in hands. it hits him after a second because hild at least mentioned ruling a demonic realm but like--]
...Wait, you think I was trying to summon one of Hild's people? Why?
[BECAUSE YOU SOUND TERRIBLE DIPSHIT]
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[Oh, here we go. He's clearing his throat.]
Just so happens to be the name of a rare alien rumored to be roamin' the dry sands of Galaxy X-2487. They're said to collect small rocks and mold them into formations with their grubby lil' gremlin grabbys, [he means hands] often in the shape of a "D," which they use to smack poor unsuspecting shmucks who wander into their corners of the desert!
But since we're thousands of leagues under the sea and not tossed out within the vast recesses of space, it's safe to say that we're all probably free from their claw-covered clutches.
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nsfw
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also nsfw
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Bravo, bravo! That was even better than I expected, Chief!
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Thank you, thank you! I certainly wanted to prove myself up to the challenge, my friend!
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[Three points for effort because it all rhymed and she has to acknowledge that]
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Quite the harsh critique, young lady! But I shall keep that in mind and strive for improvement!
[read: he's gonna sing again and EVERYONE will dislike that]
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[Aiba he doesn't strive to be a successful entertainer, he doesn't have to do that]
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And adds some polite golf claps at the end! We're all very civilized here! ]
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You should stick to training those Pokeymans, Blue Tang.
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[It's Super Effective! He promptly gets knocked onto his butt from where he was standing, rubbing at his forehead a bit.]
Your critique is duly noted...
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But I will give you points for the rhyming~. Not bad.