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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[tigermillionaire]

[The subtle shift is enough to wake him up, because while he'd been sleeping deeper earlier, a feeling of general illness has lightened his sleep. It only takes a little push for him to start noticing the nausea in his stomach and the wooziness in his head.

He shifts and mumbles, his face contorted with discomfort. He feels really bad, and he is't awake enough yet to remember why.

He wraps his arms around his belly, cracking open his eyes just a little.]

[twoscompany]

...Hm.

[Something's not right. Tiger just looks...pained? Did it have to do with...with...

...

Garnet's eyes narrow a bit, but even so, she doesn't look angry, more concerned. She goes to bring a hand to his forehead.

She'd had some visions about this kid, too, after all. Some of them ok, some of them weird. Some of them having her do this exact thing at this exact moment, even.]

[tigermillionaire]

[His forehead isn't warm, so it's probably because of something he ate. Or more specifically, something he drank. Right now would be about the time it'd really come back to bite him, after all.

He opens his eyes a little more, looking up at her at the touch. For some reason, in that moment, this seems totally natural. Of course Garnet is here when he feels sick.]

I feel gross...

[He doesn't question why she's there, he just tries to explain what's wrong. Even lying down, he doesn't feel super great anymore.]

[twoscompany]

I can see that.

[Yeah. This felt like...

She has an idea of what might have happened. Unless he ate a bunch of bees. Why is there so many possible things with bees.]

Can you move? See if we can get you someplace where we can help alleviate how you're feeling.

[tigermillionaire]

[He mumbles out a sound of discomfort - moving seems like something that is going to make him feel worse. He pushed himself up a little, but then drops his face back into the blanket wrapped around him.]

I feel really dizzy...

[twoscompany]

...You feel like you're going to throw up or faint?

[OK, IF THIS IS WHAT SHE THINKS IT IS....she should probably get a bucket.]

[tigermillionaire]

Yeah...

[He's embarrassed to say so. He's pretty sure he knows why.]

[twoscompany]

...

[No. She can talk to him about this later.]

Can you make it to the bathroom, or do you want me to bring something here?

[tigermillionaire]

[He has to take a few moments to consider that.]

...I...I can go. I'm not going to do it right now. I just feel bad.

[twoscompany]

[Well, then, she's going to offer her hand to help him up, if he's willing.]

Let's get you to the balcony, and I can get you something to sip on.

[Not booze, though.]

[tigermillionaire]

[That would be silly.

Tiger grumbles a little, obviously not relishing the idea of getting up, though he does when she offers her hand. He immediately leans over, like someone does when trying to balance a whoozy head.]

Bluuhhhhh.

[twoscompany]

[Garnet nods, bringing Tiger over towards her to help him keep his balance. When she gets to the balcony, she opens the door, letting the cool air in. Though her plan is to bring Steven to the chair closest to the door.]

I'll get you some ginger ale. How does that sound?

[It's...between this and the box, it has to be weird for the kid to see her so protective.]

[tigermillionaire]

[It is pretty weird, and now that he's waking up a bit, he's starting to wake up a bit, that's actually occurring to him. It makes him feel more nervous and shy, especially since this is an embarrassing thing to be doing. He cuddles up on the chair with his blanket, looking at his knees.]

Good, I think...

[He's got that typical uncertainty about keeping stuff in an upset stomach.]

[twoscompany]

All right. I'll be right back.

[Nodding, she turns to go get that ginger ale. A few moments later, she's back with a glass about half full, offering it to him]

Here you go.

[tigermillionaire]

Thanks.

[His voice is quiet. He doesn't know why, but she seems less scary lately. Less angry, maybe. Most of the times he'd encountered her before it was because he was making her mad for some reason or anything.

He guesses he did that with a lot of people. He doesn't really get why anymore.

He falls into silence, carefully sipping at his drink.]

[twoscompany]

[She sits next to him, looking at him momentarily before looking over on the horizon. She doesn't say anything, save for staring at the sky as it slowly began to lighten with morning twilight.

After awhile, she closes her eyes.]

How is it?

[tigermillionaire]

[Why is this awkwardness so painful? Garnet isn't even someone he knows very well, but yet it feels like he's struggling to talk to someone he trusts. It makes him feel awful.]

It's...okay?

[It's just ginger ale he doesn't know what to say about it. He leans forward over his knees, looking miserable.]

[twoscompany]

Good. It should help you with your queasiness.

...Next time, you should probably abstain from alcohol. At least until you're older and can handle it a little better.

[tigermillionaire]

[Tiger keeps staring at his knees, looking ashamed. His voice is small when he speaks.]

I was just being dumb.

[twoscompany]

[She shrugs.]

You don't need to be upset. We all make mistakes. Consider it a life lesson to not accept drinks that smell funny.

[She doesn't need to lecture - the bleghness Tiger's having is doing it for her.]

[tigermillionaire]

I knew what it was.

[He keeps looking down.]

I just...though it would help.

[twoscompany]

Did it?

[Chances are, it probably didn't, if Tiger's current condition is anything to go by.]

[tigermillionaire]

[He shrugs his shoulders uneasily.]

I dunno. Maybe. But now I feel gross.

[twoscompany]

[At this, she brings a hand towards his head.]

You'll be all right, eventually. You believe that, right?

[tigermillionaire]

[That sort of depends on what she means by 'all right'. He feels like she means it differently than him just feeling hungover.]

I know I'll stop being sick...

[As for anything else...he absolutely doesn't believe that.]