PIZZA PARTY ~ open

[asap]

WHO || Andie and OPEN
WHAT || Andie is having a buttload of pizza and playing video games. Join her!
WHERE || Video game room, the Castle
WHEN || idk today (3/16)
HOW || action spam
♬ Rainbow Bridge - Kirby Krackle

[Andie ordered a dozen large pizzas from the closest pizza place and ran them back to the castle so she could feast. It was a lot, even for her metabolism, but hell, she could snack for a while, and this way she could even share if someone cool showed up. Anyway, it was on the knight's budget. Totally legit.

She took it to the TV room and stacked up the pizza boxes on the floor next to her. After devouring one of them, she picked up two of the controllers and started Mario Kart. Playing both at the same time was tricky, even with her attention span, but she didn't do too badly (concentration 12, use computer 15). But she was booooored. After almost thirty seconds of this, she stood up and started zooming through the castle, going from room to room in the squire section and knocking on doors, more or less at random.

When someone answers, she beams and gives a wave.]

Hi! Pizza party? Pizza and video games? Should be awesome!

Comments

[bittersweeter]

[Awesome, not the word she would use, honestly.

But. Lila is stubborn and she wants to win the bet, and she's not going to let the possibility of some loophole make her lose. She grew up with Cassel, professional teenage bookie, she's learned to spot loopholes in bets.

So she's invited to a pizza party she doesn't want to go to and she goes anyway, because look at her, being a part of the knights. Of course, Lila's idea of being a part of the gang involves curling up on a comfortable chair with a book about psychology from the library and a slice of pizza on a napkin occasionally being nibbled at. That party part seems to elude her.]

[asap]

[A little while in (okay, like ten minutes, but it feels like forever) Andie goes over to chat with her a little and see if she can't... bring up the socializing mood.]

Um. Hey! You said your name was Lila, right? Whatcha reading?

[bittersweeter]

Yeah. [She closes the cover so Andie can see it. It's a textbook, Psychology of Personality. Once she's given enough time for the woman to look at it, she flips back to her original pages, which happen to be about the subconscious and dreams. She takes her work seriously.] Just... I'm not into video games.

[asap]

So instead you're into... psychology? [NOT THAT ANDIE'S JUDGING. Actually she's judging a little. But she's trying not to make too much of a face.] I mean, c'mon, it's a party. You don't have to work on homework.

[bittersweeter]

It's not homework. [Judgement so very noted. Gee thanks. Consider the tiny blonde thoroughly displeased, if you can tell by her blank expression.]

[asap]

[WOW SHE DIDN'T MEAN IT LIKE THAT. Sort of. A little.]

So this is, like, your fun?

[She sounds more curious than judgy now. SHE DOESN'T GET IT BUT hey. Nothing wrong with nerdiness.]

[bittersweeter]

Uh-huh.

[Well, yes and no. She shrugs because ugh, people. She doesn't have interpersonal skills, she doesn't know how to be actively nice if she's not trying to get something out of it. How do you friendly?

HUFF.]

My gloves mess up the controllers, for some reason.

[asap]

So why don't you take 'em off?

[bittersweeter]

Habit.

[and all your naked hands creep her right the eff out, actually. Like, stop it. Have some decency.]

[asap]

Is it, like, cultural?

[bittersweeter]

Yes! [And she seems somewhat relieved, as she had been trying to figure out how to explain it in a way that could act as a deflective answer and now she's found it. Cultural. And with that comes a small smile.] Everyone wears gloves where I come from.

[asap]

Huh. [Andie has never heard of a culture like that, but she's not an expert or anything.] So would that make you, like, from Shadow World?

[bittersweeter]

Yeah. But it's pretty much this one, with a couple differences. I'm from Manhattan.

[rationalizes]

[ the small british brunette who came in with kat can't help but perk up when she captures a glance at lila's obviously non-fiction volume ] Oh, hello!

May I ask what you're reading?

[bittersweeter]

Hi. [She glances down at the book and then back to the woman. Like every other American on the planet, she is a sucker for a British accent. Her weakness. The book is hefted up a little so the cover can be seen.] Psychology of Personality.

[rationalizes]

[ gar bends a bit to look at it, appearing satisfied and excited by what's revealed ] Do you have an academic interest in psychology?

[bittersweeter]

[Shrug. Would she call it that?] I guess so. Maybe a professional interest.

[rationalizes]

Something to do with your field of expertise?

[bittersweeter]

Mhmm. I'm a dream worker. Do you... like psychology?

[rationalizes]

A bit of a hobbied interest, rather than a professional one. I don't believe I've ever heard of a dream worker before, however.

[bittersweeter]

Pretty much does what is says on the label; people dream, I... work them.

[rationalizes]

So you can... control what they see? [ INTERESTING ] I'm actually a part of a mission right now that deals with... well, a most unusual location. A club that seems to be a living dream. Have you ever heard of anything like that?

[bittersweeter]

No, but it sounds awesome. Can I go? [What, what is that? Enthusiasm?

That other question is just completely lost. Whoops.]

[rationalizes]

Unfortunately, the club was... attacked several months ago. I don't believe it's re-opened yet.

Plus, we're still not certain how, er, safe it is.

[bittersweeter]

Oh. That... sucks. [She affects a little pout before going back to that other question. It comes out a little distracted, though, like she's not thinking about it much. Which is true, she's still stuck on that club of awesome.]

But yeah, I control what they see, hear, taste, touch... say, think, feel. Do. I bet it would be safe with amulets, the club. One shot deal, but -- just a thought.