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nightlogs2023-09-06 12:17 am
bardsofprey) wrote in nightlogs2023-09-06 12:17 am
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[open] getting settled!
Who: Eddie & open
What: adjusting to the new normal
Where: kitchens & communal area
When: vaguely early this month!
Warnings/Notes: n/a, will update if needed!
got the munchies (kitchens)
[There are perks in every messed up situation, and Eddie has wasted no time in finding them here.
He sits on the kitchen floor, one leg folded in and the other a pointed tripping hazard, with a bowl of what looks like raw cake batter in one hand, and a spatula in the other. A few elves give him the stink eye as Eddie goes to town, but he doesn't seem to mind. If anything, the self-satisfied grin on his face would suggest Eddie is thriving.
Living his best life, sticking it to the man, one scoop of potential salmonella at a time.]
skill diff (communal area)
[There was definitely a huge learning curve, but given a couple days of trial and error, Eddie has the hang of these fancy new consoles. If anyone wanders past while he's playing, he'll attempt to wave them down, holding out a controller in their direction.]
Hey! C'mere, I wanna build up an impressive record of asses kicked.
What: adjusting to the new normal
Where: kitchens & communal area
When: vaguely early this month!
Warnings/Notes: n/a, will update if needed!
got the munchies (kitchens)
[There are perks in every messed up situation, and Eddie has wasted no time in finding them here.
He sits on the kitchen floor, one leg folded in and the other a pointed tripping hazard, with a bowl of what looks like raw cake batter in one hand, and a spatula in the other. A few elves give him the stink eye as Eddie goes to town, but he doesn't seem to mind. If anything, the self-satisfied grin on his face would suggest Eddie is thriving.
Living his best life, sticking it to the man, one scoop of potential salmonella at a time.]
skill diff (communal area)
[There was definitely a huge learning curve, but given a couple days of trial and error, Eddie has the hang of these fancy new consoles. If anyone wanders past while he's playing, he'll attempt to wave them down, holding out a controller in their direction.]
Hey! C'mere, I wanna build up an impressive record of asses kicked.
kitchens
Steve is of course still very offended about it. He makes offended Sounds. ]
Munson! Public space, dude! Seriously.
[ He wants to be like GOD THE INFLUENCE YOU HAVE CLEARLY HAD ON HENDERSON, but he knows for a fact that Dustin was Like That well before high school. And also that would be mean given his dark knowledge of the timeline he's going to rip from god's hands and personally change while he's here. Etc. ]
You allergic to chairs?
no subject
Pretty sure if it's a public space I can put my legs where I want.
[And yet he does actually immediately cross them so that they're tucked up out of the way, before holding the spatula out towards Steve.]
Yeah. Real serious condition, so if you don't wanna wound my new outlook on you, you won't mock it. Want some?
no subject
"Wound my new outlook on you", Munson says, like a nerd. Steve rolls his eyes to the height of all his yeah, yeah, whatever power. ]
Your outlook, your problem. [ But he sits, and he draws his knees up in a way that says he is clearly doing it AT Eddie just to make a point about doing it anyway.
He tries not to think about how much he misses anybody, or worries about them, or where they'd slot into the picture if they were here. Who'd be on the floor sticking their legs out on purpose just to be little shits, or sitting on a counter, or dragging in a chair from god knows where to sit on it backwards, and all the complaining and arguing and whining and ignoring personal space, all the grabbing stuff out of his hands, going on a mile a minute about stuff that's boring or confusing and then acting like it's weird that he doesn't get it.
There's plenty of noise and bullshit around in the North Pole, but it's--
It feels quiet. ]
Sure, why not. [ Give him the spatula. Thelma and Louise but about getting sick from eating this later, probably. ] My schedule's open anyway.
hey im still alive
Wow Steve, that's a really mature outlook.
[Staring back at Steve, he just as pointedly pulls his knees up even higher in response, which is funny for a few seconds, until Eddie's usual target audience doesn't snicker along with him. Right. Yeah. Yeesh, it's like the atmosphere drops a notch every time he remembers.]
Too open, right? Feels weird.
[here you go man, knock your stomach out]
us crawling hand in hand
[ He says, even though he still cares very deeply about what other people think of him to this day. One thing at a time. ]
Way too open. [ Head mostly empty. Mouth full. At least someone like, gets it. No work, no twerps barging in with weird demands seemingly unrelated to anything going on, no arguing over what movie to put on with Robin, no playing taxi. Insane. What's the point. ] This place went from a hundred to zero. Dead in the water.
skill diff bc this can only be hilarious
So rather than roll his eyes at Eddie, he wanders over with a skeptically raised eyebrow. Bold of Eddie to assume he's going to win.]
What are we playing?
this is basically a dream come true
Hell yes. A very, very good question. [He holds the cover up towards Crowley. It's sporting a cast of insanely buff men and women posed as if ready to give each other a smack down. Emblazoned over them are the words "Alley Battles".]
A bold, futuristic take on beating the snot out of your enemies.
[Futuristic for Eddie, anyway.]
If only he could also get Crowley to play d&d
Bloody hell, I haven't played that sort of nonsense since the nineties.
[Implying that he plays other video games more recently?
Perhaps.
He holds out a hand for the controller, on account of being too lazy to grab it himself.]
I'll give it go, what's the worst that could happen?
[They get sucked into the game Jumanji style, probably. Hopefully that won't happen.]
unlikely when i take a month and a half to tag back (pls feel free to drop this lol)
[It's obvious Eddie doesn't actually give a shit, but is just giving sass to give sass. He chucks the controller in Crowley's direction, assuming he'll be able to catch it.]
I kick your butt, duh. Haven't you been listening? [He grins at Crowley good naturedly, and hits a button that loads up the character selection screen. Without hesitation, Eddie zeroes in on the character he's already adopted as his favorite- a tall lady wrapped head to toe in black bandages so that her features are largely indistinguishable, trails of them floating behind her, and brandishing a katana.]
Hot tip, don't pick the literal robot. I know he looks fun, but he's garbage.
you can't make me >:3
[Since Eddie thinks that something like this is advanced, though he seems to have figured it out quickly enough, so maybe he's only a little bit behind.
He looks a bit amused at Eddie already having a favourite character, but doesn't spend too long making his own decision; there's almost definitely a snake themed character, and Crowley definitely chooses that one.]
There's always one that's rubbish. It's for older kids to pick when they're playing their younger siblings.
[He just made that up.]
kitchens!
He manages to avoid tripping, but he does eye Eddie with a frown.]
What is that?
[There is a lot of judgement in that voice. It's almost like he's never seen cake batter before!
(He's never seen cake batter before.)]
this is INCREDIBLY late so no stress if you're not interested!!
Uh, what does it look like, my man? Pure ambrosia.
[He flips the spatula forward, definitely spraying some of the batter on the ground, and holds it out towards Boba.]
A kid who hasn't eaten raw batter is some kind of war crime.
i am absolutely still interested!
[Normal thing for a child to say.
Boba looks doubtful, but takes the spatula anyway. No matter what it is, chances are he's eaten worse.
His eyes widen when he's hit with a blast of pure sugar.]
This is terrible.
[He very quickly licks the spatula clean and begins to eye the bowl in Eddie's lap. He is plotting violence.]
yay!! amazing!
[Eddie stutters out a laugh, the kind that makes it obvious he doesn't really know if he should be laughing or not. Awkward.
It morphs into far more genuine laughter at Boba's sly reaction.]
Sheesh, quit looking at this stuff like you're thinking about skinning me for it, you can have more.
[Eddie pries one last huge glop of the stuff out with his fingers- gross- and surrenders the bowl to Boba, weirdly unannoyed by the commandeering of his hard won goods. The truth is, he's missed having a bunch of little shits around messing up his stuff and eating his food. How embarrassing.]
Re: yay!! amazing!
[Other than a suspicious look, Boba has no issue with taking the contaminated bowl. He's eaten worse from worse places.
He doesn't sit down next to Eddie, but he does stay in his line of sight with an eye on the door. He curls around the bowl as if to keep other people from taking it away.
He digs in with the spatula and quickly makes a mess of his face.]
What's your deal?
[Forgive him, he's poorly socialized.]
kitchens
Hm.
[With that statement of acknowledgment, she hops over Eddie's extended leg and makes for the utensil drawer to retrieve a spoon. Tripping hazards gonna share their snacks. Maybe she'll make them both coffee if he's gracious about it, or at least entertaining.]