006 ✽ Get Down

[giglio_madonna]

Who: As many people in Virgo HQ as Luce can grab
What: The best way to get to know new people is over breakfast, didn't you know?
When: A nice cheery morning a vague time in January after everyone's newbies have met their band
Where: The Flower Over Bones penthouse
Warnings: None planned! Feel free to treat this as a mingle log

The first month Luce arrived at Virgo HQ, she didn't waste any time before establishing some sort of lunch everyone could get together at. As January drags on, it's something she finds herself thinking about as new faces fill up the gaps where she had known others.

It's part of the reasons why, one early morning, she can be found bustling to all the other band penthouses to deliver a simple invitation she makes sure everyone gets to hear: a breakfast taking place in the FoB house for all Virgo musicians.

FoB penthouse looks like a lot of the other bands, with some clutter here and there that fits its inhabitants including a small dartboard with various articles about the members pinned there with shuriken. The television is playing what seems to be an early day sci-fi movie marathon and there's already a pretty impressive spread of pancakes, waffles, french toast, and various cut up fruit for people to dig into.

Comments

[exhumerus]

Hey, getting Celty to make sounds is practically a badge of honour. He's grinning so hard.

"Hey, buddy, you need to take a break. Have a little wrist and relaxation."

[losingherhead]

She turns around and covers his mouth.

[exhumerus]

He's sort of caught off guard by that, but after a moment of silence, he just sort of wheezes out a laugh into her hand.

"What?!" he says, his voice muffled.

[losingherhead]

No more puns. She's being the hero everyone needed. And that includes shoving her hand in his face to try and prevent even that "What" from being too loud.

[exhumerus]

Of course, he just stands there staring her down, without actually attempting to remove her hand from his face. This is just too delightful.

"Rude," he says.

[losingherhead]

Look at how much she cares Sans. Well, at least about being called rude she doesn't care. She cares so much about shutting his mouth.

She sets down the plate with one hand and brings her finger to where her lip would be if there wasn't a helmet there. See Sans? Shhhhhhhh

[exhumerus]

Sans, finally, seems to stop talking. He raises his arms into a broad shrug, and then drops them at his sides. What can ya do.

You finished yet, Celty?

[losingherhead]

Victory is hers.

So yeah, she'll drop her hand.

[exhumerus]

"Seriosuly, Celty," he says, as soon as she drops her hand. "You treat me like I'm some kind of terror-wrist."

:D

[losingherhead]

UGH. She'll show you a wrist. In your face