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hobo?? eye-gazing party?? (open)
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. ]
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. ]
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Try the sandwich cake! It's right over here.
[ Yato leads Kasuhu over to a thing (or an approximation because I lost the original image w/e). It may or may not be the best, but it is definitely the weirdest. ]
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That's me thinking that but also Kashuu looks like he's thinking that too.]
...Are you trying to prank me? I'm not gonna eat it if it's bad.
[Which he assumes it is because he assumes Yato's a tyrant.]
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It's got seafood in it! It can't be bad.
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[WHY IS HE A SHIT.]
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[ Clearly Yato's taste buds are!! excellent!! ]
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And you didn't even deny that you could be setting me up for some prank, don't think I didn't notice that.
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[ as if yato cares about emil's feelings tbh ]
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Maybe they should bring something that doesn't look like it'll make people sick next time, then.