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

[sharktrash]

Your catsuit's a bit off. [ He'll tease back, but hey, now that she mentions it, that does sound like an extra bit of fun. ]

[ Oh dear. BRACING. ]

Already washed. Wash your hands, though. And check for any leftover stems. Take those out first.

[stylistic_disloyalty]

Is not-- white makes me the classiest spy ever, thank you. [She smirks as she ties the apron in back.]

[Luci looks back at Squalo and nods.] Right, yeah, wash your hands. [She goes to the sink to do so.] And then I just... squish them with a spoon or something?

[sharktrash]

Also a very obvious one.

[ His eyebrows rise until they hide behind his hair. ]

No, you do it by hand. Tradition.

[ Vaguely draws something in the air with his spoon. "Tradition". Don't argue. Not today. ]

[stylistic_disloyalty]

Sure, but what if the walls are white, genius? [OH SNAP, SHE GOT YOU THERE, SHARKY.]

...by hand? [Luci looks very cautiously at this bowl of tomatoes like it's a bowl of cobras instead of veg-fruit-things.] ...like squishing them with my hands.

[Tradition is weird.]

[sharktrash]

...Ah shit. That could actually work.

[ He watches her watch the tomatoes as if they're alive. Maybe he should've just left her to sip wine... ]

Yup. Just imagine it's an Indiana Jones movie and they're hearts or something.

[stylistic_disloyalty]

Oh that one sucked. [Luci sounds a little more enthused, aside from the bad movie reference. She looks at the tomatoes with trepidation, hands up like a surgeon, then gingerly picks one up and starts trying to crush it slowly-- to minimalize sudden squirt.]

This is nuts. But oddly satisfying.

[sharktrash]

Wow, think of your own metaphor then.

[ He sticks his tongue out at her and turns around to season whatever meat he's making. His hair's tied in a low bun, because we don't want hair in food, oh no. ]

Heh. Told you.

[stylistic_disloyalty]

Wow, maybe I will, you're very demanding for a shark. Be careful or I'll come over there and rub your belly.

[Which, admittedly, would be kind of gross now. She hip checks him as he goes by.]

You said nothing of it being satisfying, only traditional!

[sharktrash]

What makes you think other sharks aren't? [ But he holds his hands up in surrender. ] Aw shit, I handed you a weapon of mass destruction back there. I give.

[ Eh, Spaniards and neighboring Italians have like a whole festival of chucking squashed tomatoes at each other, he might actually not be that grossed out. But this ain't stuff for the kitchen. ]

Heeey, I thought that was self-explanatory.

[stylistic_disloyalty]

You're looking at someone who gets her kicks in places that are definitely not the kitchen. 'Cooking' does not equate to 'satisfying' in my world, Squalo.

[But she's apparently having a good time now. There is something fun about a bunch of people in the same space, Squalo and Xanxus screaming at each other in, presumably, Italian, everybody pitching in a little bit. Pride picks some fucked up people, it's true, but Luci feels during moments like this that they're not as screwed up as everybody thinks they are. Together, they're almost normal.]

But I'm starting to see the appeal.

[sharktrash]

[ Cue a wicked grin thrown her way. ]

Never been satisfied in the kitchen, eh?

[ But yes. Yes, it's nice. Don't you know, it's the fucked up people that understand each other best. Ones that had those superficial manners and worries peeled raw from them by life or mother nature herself, leaving the monsters bare, but they're genuine monsters. It goes a long way. ]

[stylistic_disloyalty]

Nope, and you're not going to start right now because I have more decorum than meets the eye. [Luci grins and keeps squishing.] Hey what do I do with the skin? It's not like it's going to be the same consistency as everything else without a food processor or something.

[sharktrash]

Voooi, I'm not a fuckin' barn animal either! [ Please, he is not defiling a kitchen while he's cooking in it. But, yeah, good to know. ] Just leave it in. It's supposed to be like that.

[stylistic_disloyalty]

You're not? Man, what kind of farm playsets did I get when I was a kid? Cow goes moo, horse goes neigh, shark goes chomp chomp chomp... Yeah, that's how it goes, right? [Clearly.]

Huh. seems like that would get in the way. Or be a strange surprise for someone. [Ah well, she shrugs and keeps squishing.]

[sharktrash]

Superior ones, clearly.

[ He fights the urge to flick some tomato goo at her. ]

Naw, it'll stick on the meat while the rest -- just leave it. It'll be great, trust me.