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.  ]

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[wounds]

Right?

There's only two more weeks in the year.

[blindfoldcode]

It'd be a solstice miracle.

[wounds]

I'll gladly use my wish on that.

[blindfoldcode]

It'd be a month full of them, then. [She smiles but the stress still shows.]

Let's start with getting through tonight. Just... let me know if Xanxus shows up.

[wounds]

I will.

[He'd rather throw out Xanxus than Kido anyway.]

He's not a well liked guy.

[blindfoldcode]

Remember that guy I told you about? The one I hit with a bass.

[Yeah there's no repairing that relationship. Things might get messy.]

[wounds]

I can't blame you for that. He probably deserved it.

[blindfoldcode]

He did. Which is why I'm saying to let me know.

Because I don't guarantee I won't try to kill him or die trying again. [He tried to blackmail her and god knows Lesedi might end her if that picture ever does get out.]

[wounds]

Right.

I'll keep you aware. [Because he's not losing anybody else. He's had enough of that for a life time.]

[blindfoldcode]

[She lets the tension melt from her shoulders then, back to peeling potatoes.]

Promise I'll behave though.

[wounds]

[Yeah, that much, much better.]

I'm not worried about you.

[blindfoldcode]

You might have a little too much faith in me. I'll try to live up to it.

[wounds]

Everybody could use someone believing in them.

[blindfoldcode]

You're gonna wind up with standards for me. I'm not great at meeting standards.

[wounds]

You can manage one calm night.

[blindfoldcode]

See? Standards. [She'll be calm. She'll just start crying at any animated film you put on. She's weak against them.]

[wounds]

I'll stop having standards after tonight.

How's that?

[blindfoldcode]

... I think I can make that deal.

[wounds]

Then tonight'll be just fine.