It's Bowlin' Time, Cowards!!! (Bowling Party)

[capreelcious]

BOWLING PARTY 6PM
TIME TO PARTY BEFORE WE GET RAPTURED OR WHATEVER
BE THERE OR I SQUEEZE YOU AND DRAG YOU THERE ANYWAYS
BRING SNACKS IF YOU WANT
COOL THANKS

- FLOYD

[ That's as good as a note as you're getting as Floyd runs around like a madman today, seemingly determined to have a good time before their abrupt end to this little... experiment? comes to an end, either with them at the top, or being potentially trapped in this watery grave at the whims of the Mayor. And wouldn't it be kind of ironic for the eel of all people to drown here? Wild. But enough about that!

Floyd is hauling snacks to the bowling alley, even though nachos are supplied, but why not! He makes some really good food when properly motivated, it seems. There's shrimp scampi, crab cakes, some nice looking desserts here and there, and also nachos because they looked pretty good. There's also arts and crafts here if you want to chill for a bit instead of bowl!

Honestly, the party was still a pretty good cover too, all things considered. As fun as he wanted this to be, they definitely had things to talk about. When enough people show up, Floyd smiles. ]

Yay, you made it~! Now let's bowl and talk about how we're gonna kick Water Fountain lady's butt! At this point it doesn't really seem like we need to hide like normal meetings. She's probably preparing for whatever happens tomorrow, so you know.

[ He shrugs. ]

Anyways- we've all been too sad and serious lately. It's party time~!

Comments

[visiblepattern]

[Forrest was one of the people who was likely literally picked up and dragged here; he's got the biggest damn plate of nachos and that's going to have to be his contribution for the day.

But he's here, and he's trying to make himself as small as possible in this seating arrangement, and he's doing a pretty good job of that latter part.]

[capreelcious]

[ Floyd plops on down in a seat and steals a nacho. Hard to make yourself small when you have a long boy sitting nearby. ]

Hi.

[ Munch. ]

[visiblepattern]

Hello.

[...You know...]

These things look like they should be so bad. They really shouldn't be this good...

[howveryglib]

[oh! yeah, he needs to check in on Forrest.]

Ah... Forrest. How have you been faring?

...

Comparatively?

[visiblepattern]

I've been...well enough, I suppose.

[...]

I just sort of stay in my room most of the time now. Except when I get food for myself and Rain. It's working out well enough.

[inaclearing]

[Ah.

Brett's been...weird. He knows he's been weird. He honestly sort of regrets not waiting around to see if Forrest would show up back on Friday, except that he's pretty sure the stress would've killed him. He got really emotional during that trial, he's like 99% sure there was singing, and now it's just...well. He's been telling himself he wants to try and get himself a little more under control before he bothers Forrest. It might just be an excuse. Hard to say. He's usually better at cataloguing these things, but ever since Joy - Jobu - he's been scattered.

Anyhow. They're both at this party and openly avoiding him here would be super obvious! And also sort of silly, when you get right down to it.]

Hey, there.

[visiblepattern]

[He shrinks back a bit at first, before trying to consciously make himself stop and just...settle. Breathe.]

...Hey, Brett.

[inaclearing]

[Brett, perhaps surprisingly, actually shows up on his own. He does still end up spending a lot of time sitting at the arts and crafts table - for once not writing in his journal, but...drawing? After a few minutes, he frowns down at his work.]

.....nooo...

[It's sort of recognizable as Adaman, but only due to the general shape of the hair. He's a writer, not an artist! Let's just.......not do this anymore.

As one of the people here who actually knows how to bowl, he eventually does make his way over to the lanes! He'll just start setting up a game on the machine...bumpers on, maybe, he's not that good at bowling and also who cares.]

Does anyone want to actually bowl?

[specialyellthing]

You can't say actually bowlin' with the bumpers on -- [im so sorry brett, she has slim pickings on people to torment, and the dude that actually enjoyed her yammering is dead.]

[inaclearing]

Nobody does actual bowling.

fuck it we ball

[honeyedtea]

I'd like to know how this game is supposed to function before I agree to play.

[ She's eyeing the bowling balls with great suspicion... ]

BALL IS LIFE

[inaclearing]

You just roll the ball down the lane and try to knock over all the pins.

[Brett's picking up the balls, weighing them, because obviously he has no idea what size he should be using really.]

No one takes it all that seriously. It's really just an activity to do while you hang out - an excuse for kids to get out of the house together. I honestly don't really know how it's scored, other than "more pins is better".

[How many rounds are there in a bowling match? WHO KNOWS]

[specialyellthing]

[When Zinda comes through the doors, she's staggering-- it doesn't look right at all. The woman has an alcohol tolerance better than half the Justice League, so it can't be that she's drunk-- it's almost like she's injured.

But upon a second look? She's not. Instead, her jacket's stuffed with something, and her arms full of bags-- which she drops onto a table in the bowling alley like she's santa claus, dropping an entire bundle of toys on christmas. Except, instead of toys? It's a nearly endless amount of candy, chips, beer, and soft drinks from the Circle K. And she's just got more bundled in her jacket.]

Hawkah! I come bearin' snacks, booze, an' sugar!

[later on, though, she can be found tucked off to the edge of the bowling alley-- where she sits, and unfolds her wallet, pulling something worn out to gaze at. She's trying to keep herself amped up, the way you should be the night before a big fight-- but there's a rare feeling of loneliness that's starting to ebb at her. It happens every now and then-- the feeling of being lost. Of knowing you're somewhere that you don't belong.

The feeling of wanting to go home to somewhere that you can't go back to.]

edge

[howveryglib]

[welp... he's checked on forrest, so you know, maybe he should check on zinda too...]

How are you faring, Zinda? I apologize, I should have asked how you were doing earlier.

[...he just nyoomed to Son Boy because. you know.]

booze time

[honeyedtea]

[ ... how is she even carrying all that... ]

That's a bit... excessive for a gathering with so few of us left, isn't it?

[howveryglib]

[...alright well this is as good a meeting as any. admittedly on some level he does feel a little... off but things ARE coming to a head. and he's got a lot of agitated energy from it. so he'll just kind of... get some nachos and sit at a table to do meeting stuff first...]

I believe I have discussed it to a certain extent with a few of you, but have we explored every area we presently are able to access?

[...after that uhhh fuck it. he's going to. try? bowling? it's not really a difficult concept, so he'll go ahead and wait to play with everyone...]

[inaclearing]

[Well, Gaius said he wanted to know this shit, so...]

I checked the offices my key opened. It, uh... [He shrugs.] I mean, I found Val's office, but I don't know if there was really anything useful. Took some of the pictures...

[People can see them, he guesses. Not the one he already gave away, but the others!]

meeting stuff

[capreelcious]

Oh yeah- I found a buncha stuff about some of the Founder guys trying to make like. Robot dragons and kaijus. It's pretty cool but it all got denied.

[ Frank Fontaine, you coward. Floyd pulls out the blueprints and notes he found about them and puts them on the table. ]

Also I think the original Water Fountain guy tried to make Fontaineworld instead of just Fontaineland- they wanted to get bigger with the operation somehow.

meeting stuff

[howveryglib]

For my part, I found the rooms of the person in charge of the Gold Saucer, the person in charge the teahouse and, apparently, the menu in the restaurant, and the woman in the theatrical posters. The first of them seems to have been a surprisingly decent individual, and the man behind the restaurant seems to have invested in interdimensional food imports.

...

The last one does not seem to have been particularly good at acting, which is unfortunate given that she was above criticism.

[capreelcious]

[ Floyd is here, of course! He's absolutely at the bowling lanes, trying his hand at it! And he's... actually pretty good! He's got three strikes in a row, and it looks like he's trying for a fourth!

After, he's sat down eating and doodling a bit at the arts and crafts table!

And of course, you can't have a party without music! At this point he's dancing along to the beat! Come join him! Or you know, if you make direct eye contact with him, he might drag you along to dance anyways! ]

arts

[inaclearing]

[Brett seems slightly frustrated with his own art project! He's just gonna pay attention to what someone else is doing.]

What are you working on?

[honeyedtea]

[ He makes it look so easy... she could almost be fooled into thinking she could give it a shot herself. ]

So all you need to do... is hit the little statues at the bottom of the lane?

[ "statues". give her some credit, she's very out of her element. ]

[sastruga]

[Mafuyu is here and she's even helping with the atmosphere, by setting up the record player she took from Fontaine's apartment weeks ago. So if you want some music, she's your girl... though she's, uh. She's started with... an interesting pick, certainly...

...What a party.

She's also at the arts and crafts section, soon after, holding up a pair of scissors and staring at it.]

...Do you think you could help me with something?

lesbians be doing arts and crafts

[honeyedtea]

Of course. Are you thinking of making something for yourself before we leave?

[ she's WAY more likely to survive arts and crafts than she is bowling... ]

arts and crafts

[inaclearing]

Really?

[After he's proved so awful at drawing just now?]

Well - sure, I guess.