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

Entry tags:

week 8

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

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~!

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[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.]

[ 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. ]

Hello.

[...You know...]

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

Aha, right? Whoever made 'em knew what they were doing!

[ He takes another bite of nachos. ]

Humans are real creative with food sometimes~.

They tend to be. Though I will say not all of the creativity is for the better...

Well, that's part of the fun, isn't it? Figurin' out what works and what doesn't! Can't be creative without taking risks.

[ Ah yes, good old trial and error. ]

Sometimes the best flavor combos are ones you wouldn't expect! Or it's absolutely gross, but either way it's a neat surprise~.

Ah, that's true, isn't it. I find it's largely the same for people just as a whole - sometimes the things they do are horrid, but once in a while they surprise you. It's...a nice thing to keep in mind, I think.

[ He does look at Forrest at that. A small smile playing at his lips. ]

Mm. Makes things less boring, that's for sure.

[ He mulls over his thoughts with another chip, chewing slowly before he speaks. ]

...No hard feelings, yeah?

[ "About what I said at the trial" remains unspoken. ]

I just didn't wanna lose.

Yes, I understand. And...I really don't want to hold anything against anyone anymore. It's more fun not to, isn't it? Makes life better.

(no subject)

capreelcious - 2022-08-05 16:06 (UTC) - Expand

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

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

...

Comparatively?

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.

[He nods.]

I understand the impulse to do so. No one has been giving you trouble, have they?

They haven't. Why do you ask?

...I was a bit concerned about Zinda, given... everything...

[should he actually say that she wanted to kill him...]

...We were both upset. The last time we spoke.

[TO PUT IT LIGHTLY...]

I would be rather surprised if you were not, really. I am glad nothing happened to either of you, at least.

No, nothing did. We're all right, I think she's just still upset with me. As she should be.

(no subject)

howveryglib - 2022-08-04 01:51 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

visiblepattern - 2022-08-04 01:56 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

howveryglib - 2022-08-04 03:21 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

visiblepattern - 2022-08-04 23:53 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

howveryglib - 2022-08-05 01:39 (UTC) - Expand

[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.

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

...Hey, Brett.

[Whatever else is going on, Brett does remain observant.]

...would you rather be left alone?

...No, I don't think so. Not unless you would prefer it.

Okay.

[Well, he'll sit, then. And take a crab cake.]

These are weirdly good. [Weird because Floyd is also a fish...or is he overthinking it? Not really the point in any case.] I'm sorry I've been...scarce.

[No, don't worry, he's been thinking the same things with regards to the fish. He knows that fish eat other fish, but it's weird to have a fish preparing seafood either way.]

...It's fine. Between Floyd telling me I probably killed Nandor because I got bored of all of you, and you having no fathomable idea why I wouldn't want to kill you, I've just accepted that a good amount of you either don't know me at all or want to project Joy all over me at this point, and I'm not going to argue anymore if that's the point we're at after eight weeks.

[Brett grimaces. There's a definite impulse to argue - how well did he know Forrest really, when he so seriously thought he wasn't the killer? Wouldn't that plan have ended in all their deaths anyway?

But he doesn't want to fight.]

You're right. I shouldn't have said that to you. I was just...well. I guess you've got it, actually.

[That's actually extremely insightful, he's definitely still fucked up about Joy. Yikes, and he's never even really gotten into that with Forrest - has it been that obvious the entire time?]

I'm sorry.

It's all right. I think we were all...doing and saying things that weren't very thought-through.

[He's quiet for a moment. Picking at these...absolutely radioactive nachos.]

...I wasn't trying to kill you. Or...anyone else here. I just... I couldn't think anymore, and I couldn't stand what my brain was doing, and all I wanted was to save Midori because I hadn't saved her five times now, and...I don't know, I thought my father might at least sort of care if I'd done something to save him.

I don't...know. I'm sorry.