hobo?? eye-gazing party?? (open)

[goen]

WHO: Yato and anyone who saw this post willing to bring food!
WHERE: The Inkwell and (technically) its sister restaurant The Quill.
WHEN: Friday, June 16. Early evening.
WHAT: A... hobo eye-gazing party… but mostly it’s a potluck. Come stare into Yato’s eyes and eat the random dishes everyone decided to bring!
WARNINGS: Existential questions such as Why


[ Welcome to the Inkwell!

It’s an old-fashioned bar with a warm, homey atmosphere, old timey furnishings, and clever literature-related drinks. Get your Tequila Mockingbird or (in light of recent events) Pitcher of Midorian Gray! It isn’t much a party spot -- usually. But tonight there’s more bustle than usual, and the normally relaxed bar is buzzing with a greater Retrospeccer population than it’s used to.

Most importantly, the bar is lined with an eccentric variety of foods. Nachos, curry, cupcakes, samosas, steak, sandwich cake (what), and more: truly, the person who screened this food selection cared more about quantity than quality. Admission to this party required you to bring your own dish to share. What’s your contribution to this mess?

Technically, if you’re under 21, owner Chuuya Nakahara would like you to keep to The Quill, the restaurant attached next door. But this is Yato’s party and everything fun will be happening at The Inkwell, so he’ll casually smuggle in any underage invitees with the cheerful stipulation that they not drink illegally.

Stick to the honor system or die.

The hobo of the hour will be in his work clothes, serving alcohol out of his own pocket and dutifully offering his eyes up for prolonged gazing. Why? That is an excellent question. And one you’ll have to answer yourself, because you chose to come here of your own free will. Enjoy. ]

Comments

[goen]

[ She will very firmly clamp her puppy teeth into his wrist if neck scritches are reached for...?! ]

Yeah? Why not? I thought it was pet central around here.

[frisyr]

Dunno, just moved into a new apartment. Maybe I'll get o--ouch!

She's got sharp teeth. [ He pulls his hand away ]

You don't have... training classes?

[goen]

You saying Souji isn't trained? She's perfectly trained.

[ To be a combative little jerk. Which is why Yato thinks she's perfect the way she is... ]

The key to getting along with her is to show no weakness! Pain is only temporary!

[frisyr]

I don't think that's how you're supposed to treat dogs.

I don't think that's how that works.

[ Ummmm Yato you are weird ]

So wait, did you put this whole party together just to get food?

[goen]

And to get people to look at me. Worked, didn't it?

[ This sounds 1000% more egotistical without context... He straightens and Souji goes back to surveying the room from his shoulders with an assertive stare. ]

Hey, did you end up bringing that sandwich cake?

[frisyr]

Yeah, I did.

And it's going to go to waste if I just take it home, so.

[ He actually has a fucking cake carrier for this thing. So it doesn't get smooshed. Ta-da. ]

[goen]

Then let's have it! I've never tried sandwich cake before, but I love sandwiches and I love cake!

[ gogogogogo ]

[frisyr]

[ He takes it out and cuts Yato a big square slice, that's pretty much exactly like a sandwich but frosted with cream cheese ]

Okay, it's got everything! Egg, shrimp, salmon, radish, carrots... You'll definitely find a flavor you like.

[ And probably some you don't ]

[goen]

[ Damn that's a lot of cream cheese... And shrimp and salmon and egg in one sandwich?? That's wild man. But Yato will give anything a try! So he'll rustle up a knife and fork and dig in...

... Weird... but not bad. ]

So if you eat a sandwich cake with a knife and fork, is a cake sandwich a cake you eat with your bare hands?

[frisyr]

Why would you have a cake sandwich?

That sounds stupid.

[goen]

...

[ He puts down the sandwich cake and picks up the dog again so that he can chase Emil with her puppy teeth. ]

[frisyr]

[ He's not scared of the puppy, as long as the puppy doesn't go near his face, and tries to hold her so he can keep her in his lap and maybe try to calm her down ]

[goen]

[ While Emil's hands are occupied with trying to hold her, Souji pounces up and tries to give him a few more jabs to the face. This dog has dubious chill. ]

[frisyr]

[ This dog has no fuckin chill and Emil accidentally drops her ]

--Ouch!

[goen]

[ Souji lands on her feet and gives Emil a little snort before padding away. A headstrong dog... Yato watches this and doesn't attempt to control her. How does one hope to control the wind...???

Anyway. ]

A cake sandwich would be a cake you can eat with your hands and not get 'em dirty. Sponge on the outside, icing on the inside. Genius!

[frisyr]

You can do that with a cupcake. Twist it off, put the icing in the middle.

But that defeats the point of having a cake.

[goen]

[ God, Emil!! Yato puts his hands on his hips in exasperation. ]

Don't be a fuddy-duddy! I don't wanna hear the guy who brought sandwich cake arguing about pointless food. Cake sandwiches are gonna be the next best thing. Mark my words!

[frisyr]

Sandwich cakes are a time-honored tradition!

They're at every party. You've only been to one party in your whole life-- this one!