unknownseas | 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~!

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[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.]

[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.]

[She's been caught! She smiles sheepishly, smoothing the picture she'd been peering at down onto the table-- featuring a full team of Blackhawks.]

Ready to get outta here. But that's not what you're askin', is it?

I say shit I don't mean, sometimes. Or... that I do mean, but wouldn' actually ever do.

[...he does look pretty relieved at that, at least.]

I think that is something everyone does at some point or another, at least. Particularly when circumstances are so... fraught, I suppose.

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

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

[It's impressive, isn't it? She just laughs.]

Maybe. Wanted to make sure that there was a little somethin' for everyone. Which-- speakin of-- [looks like one of the bags had a drink carrier perched precariously in it. Zinda hands her a warm paper cup.]

Got you a big cup of tea.

Oh–

[ She'd mostly been expecting to have to figure out a way to matrix dodge around drinking alcohol so she looks visibly surprised as she takes the tea. It still sits strangely in her chest whenever Zinda goes out of her way to be so considerate, especially now they all know what she's done. If it were anyone else, she might wonder what they were hoping to get out of it, but...

Well. It's Zinda. She's not really the ulterior motive sort.

Thankfully, she manages a polite enough ] Thank you. [ to not let on any of her internal befuddlement show. Or like, she hopes not anyway. ]

I suppose it's better that we have too much food rather than not enough...

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

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