b u o n e ~ f e s t e

[sharktrash]

Who: Priders! (Basically if you (or your friend, or your dog) has had a positive interaction with anyone from MANTICORE, consider yourself invited, dragged along or sent in someone else's place. And even if you haven't been invited it's totally fine to notice something's going on and show up or  randomly come across this and stay!)
What: Genos and Squalo throw a Solstice dinner party. Italian food for everyone!
When: December 21?ish (forward-dated a bit so it doesn't fall right before irl holidays)
Where: MANTICORE penthouse
Warnings: MANTICORE Squalo, Carnies, language, minors getting drunk, substance abuse, someone might decide to bone, idk.


[ Fuck the creepy shit, MANTICORE are aggressively throwing a Solstice party! Because why not, and who has the patience to wait until New Years? ]

[ There are locations/prompts in toplevels, but feel free to start your own as well. Generic timeline of the night would be: cooking, dinner, socializing with games and booze and possibly other things, and  a movie marathon into the wee hours of the morning for the ones interested.  ]

Comments

KITCHEN

[sharktrash]

[ Genos and Squalo have taken it upon themselves to cook up a goddamn feast for everyone. If you showed up early, why not come in and help? Be an extra pair of hands, bring in your own recipes and suggestions, whine about it taking too long and you being hungry - just don't forget who's the ultimate boss of the kitchen right now or you might get doused in eggs and flour. ]

Superbia Squalo

[sharktrash]

[ Considering they had gotten pretty beat up recently, they could probably use the help. Even if Squalo seems... a little more aggressive about cooking than usual, if you know him enough to compare. ]

[ Like now. He's waving a knife in front of whoever got saddled with chopping the onions. ]

Do you know what "slice thinly" fucking means?!

[magic_to_do]

[And Trucy is waving her knife right back. Because let's all gesture dangerously with knives and what is even kitchen safety.]

Thin is relative! If you want a specific amount of thin you have to say so.

[They look plenty thin to her.]

[sharktrash]

[ Safety is important! Which is probably why he swats the side of his knife against hers in what's ought to pass for a fencing move. ]

Well, thinner than this! Fine, I'll demonstrate again.

[ Or, you know, have a fake knife fight first because that seems fun and safe. ]

[magic_to_do]

[She playfully swats hers right back, grinning. Awesome. Fake knife fight it is.]

Alright then, teach me O wise master of knives!

[They need adult supervision...]

Genos

[wounds]

[He's less loud than Squalo, but he'll start sorting people out. If you came to Genos first, you're stuck peeling potatoes.

Look, it's really hard to do one handed.

And occasionally Genos stares down at his hand like there's something missing...]

Just peel the potatoes and don't cut yourself.

[blindfoldcode]

Chill out, I know how to cook. If I get to the point where I can't peel a potato, start asking if I'm a pod person.

[She wants to help, only to return the favor of not letting her accidentally overdose the other night. So she's here. Early. Assuming she got any sort of invitation.]

[wounds]

[Of course she did. He's fond enough of her that he wants her around.]

I'll keep that in mind.

[blindfoldcode]

This is a pretty big task one-handed. How many of these do you need again?

[There's a lot of people in Pride.

And most of them can probably eat a stupid amount of food.]

Aramat Drawdes/Tamara Seward

[scalpedsociety]

[Tamara has taken to being one of those 'helping hands' in the feast preparation. She's patient and might even help those with trouble or are being chewed out by her cello-son. (He gets... high strung over food.) She has NO PATIENCE for whiners that complain over it taking too long and crowding out the kitchen.

None. If you're not cooking, get the fuck out the kitchen.]

[iitrebel]

[Artolo is actually not entirely sure how he got involved in this because he was one of those who just wanted to complain, but nope.]

[Here he is, figuring out peppers and trying not to wipe his eyes.]

Fuck, Tamara, I think I have shit in my eye.

[An eyelash, he means.]

[scalpedsociety]

[Luckily for Artolo, Tamara doesn't have anything on her hands when she leans in close to try and blow the hair off his eye.]

Hold still...

[iitrebel]

Nnnnneh.

[Yes, the whining is important here. Despite that, he does his best to keep still so she can solve the problem.]

Why did I accept pepper duty?

Ryuko

[droppedthread]

[Ryuko has been blessed with several talents. She's a damn good bassist. She has somehow convinced people not to think she's too weird to hang out with despite eating lemons. She can punch people in the face very hard.

But this...

She's staring at a bunch of vegetables and holding a knife. It feels... sub-optimal, for the task at hand.]

Anyone got cooking scissors? ... Cooking scissors are a thing, right?

[sharktrash]

[ Hey, some people eat lemons, some people are supposed to be made of metal, it's nothing to frown at. ]

[ Squalo does give her a flat look, though. ]

Uh, yeah. But they're for meat, not vegetables.

[droppedthread]

Huh. Just thought they'd be better for cutting any shit up, y'know?

[What a weird thought ha ha ha]

Xanxus

[variaboss]

[ It'd the smells that'll catch you first. They waft through the entire building like some asshole put pasta by a air duct and turned a fan on or something. It's heady and savory.

In the kitchen, Xanxus stands, wrapped in an apron, before a bubbling pot of something and for a moment, he's five again. He's five and there's a little old Italian lady in her ramshackle place bustling around the kitchen. His ear still smarts from where she had pulled it, dragging him away from where he had been pick-pocketing. Telling him how his mother would be so disappointed in him and that if he's going to learn a skill, it's going to be a useful one. Now stop scowling at me young man and get over here. These tomatoes won't stir themselves.

He shakes off the feeling of accomplishment the first time he made something delicious with his own two small hands, Granny Fonza, Saint of the Squatters, looking on with pride.

He puts a pinch of spice into the sauce and hums to himself. Some low rumbling opera aria no doubt. Was this his sauce to begin with? Probably not. Too bad, shouldn't have stepped away from it because he's fixing it now.

He doesn't even look from where he's working, getting a small tasting spoon full of it. ]

Oi. You. Taste this shit.

[sharktrash]

[ And was it Squalo's sauce? Probably not, because his would've been flawless and needing no fixing. There's a whole bunch of people 'helping' them now, maybe one of them decided to get creative with sauces. ]

[ It's still his kitchen, though, and he prefers knowing who comes in and comes out. It'd be way too fucking easy to poison everyone here -- ah. What a funny thought. Either way, this asshole managed to evade him long enough not to only slip in, but to get an apron and start cooking. Fucking hell he's slipping isn't he. ]

Vooooii! Who the fuck let your dick in here? [ Without even thinking on it, he delivers it all in perfect Italian. He doesn't look that mad and makes no motion to throw him out or anything, but he does seem vaguely irked about someone else taking the reigns. Even if it's just a sauce. ]

[variaboss]

[ Well, whoever's it was, it sucked and he was fixing that shit. If they're doing this, they need to do it right. Fonza would never forgive if the sauce tasted like shit.

His humm cuts off at the very loud very Italian yelling. He raises an eyebrow because he actually understands that shit now. Not just understands it, but is native fluent. ]

I let my dick in here, and you should be fucking grateful. You should have tasted this shit before I got to it. It wasn't even suitable for fucking dogs.

[ And he looks so at home here, fixing it and he wants to do more than just the sauce. ]

Lucifer

[stylistic_disloyalty]

[Cooking? Lucifer doesn't cook unless it's microwave popcorn. But she'll definitely sip on a glass of wine and watch those involved with the cooking and engage in some friendly conversation while they do all the work. She's actually... strangely tame, but smiling more than she had been the week previous.]

[sharktrash]

[ Good. It suits her. Much more than that tired wary look she had before. ]

[ Of course, none of that is something Squalo mentions. Rather, he's pointing a knife at her accusingly from behind his bowl of crushed tomatoes. ]

Friendship has no place in the kitchen.

[ Aka make yourself useful or get out. Sorry, Luci. :/ ]

[stylistic_disloyalty]

I disagree, this entire operation is full of it. Otherwise why would any of us be here? [Luci smirks at him over her glass.] But if you need something done, point me to it.

[She's not a chef by any stretch of the imagination-- even being left alone at home a lot apparently hadn't spurred her to learn either. Plus this is Squalo's show, she's more comfortable with him calling the shots.]

Koumei Ren

[dishevelment]

[At least Koumei had managed the grace to tie his abominable mop of hair into an untidy bun to keep it out of everyone's way while he tried to help in the kitchen-- unfortunately, that was the only thing he had done. Eager as he was to assist any of the chefs who had made the kitchen their domain, it was quickly going to become apparent that the only thing Koumei was any good at was making coffee....

Which means he's moping somewhere in the corner, staring sadly at his sickeningly sweet brew. Care to cheer him up? ]

[sharktrash]

[ Cheer him up? Sorry, he should have invested time in getting better friends if he wanted to be cheered up at any point. ]

[ Here's Squalo glaring down at him like he's garbage, despite all those nice bonding moments they've had. ]

If you're not going to help, get out.

[dishevelment]

[Koumei cast him a tired and frustrated look.]

They stopped letting me help after I cut some of the vegetables too much.

[Because, somehow, they had come out in uneven shapes and sizes-- some far too large, others too small. And, he had probably been using the wrong knife....]