Celebrate Good Times

[rygdea]

WHO: Fynn Izunia, Team Brandywine, Colleagues & Close CR
WHERE: The Outdoor Patio, Ardyn’s House
WHEN: 8/26 (Afternoon)
WHAT: Fynn makes good to throw a little cookout for his colleagues to celebrate their alleged victory. Of course, he sought Ardyn’s permission first before slapping this shindig together. There's not much in the form of decorations but there's plenty of food, drinks and ice cream to go around.
WARNINGS: Copious amounts of alcohol? Other than that, nothing really.



[The telltale aroma of meat frying on the grill is enough to entice anyone to visit the party out back. It's not so much of a party as it is a small gathering of friends and coworkers alike. It's rather low key event much to everyone's surprise since Fynn isn't someone you would describe as low key. The man's a loud and abrasive asshole even on a sunny day but be damned if he can't cook. Even with his right arm still sore from stitches and bandaged from the shoulder down, Fynn managed to get most of the food prepared for this afternoon. He's been working since morning to get everything set
Up but not without Ardyn's help here and there. Fynn might know how to grill but his take on potato salad is an acquired taste most wouldn't appreciate.]

Okay! The hamburgers are done![He yells over towards the others. Fynn Really shouldn't be drinking while grilling but he has a beer in one hand, and the cooking tongs in the other.] Better get them before the cat does!

[He's referencing the mischevious black feline that's literally stalking both him and the grill. Erebus, Ardyn's cat, is on the prowl. Either make peace with the fact the cat will beg you to oblivion for the food or offer it some. Either way welcome to the party and please don't spike the fruit punch Fynn made. There's plenty of sake, beers and wines to go around. The fruit punch and soda is meant for the younger guests who aren't quite twenty-one yet.

Don't even think about grabbing a beer, kids. Fynn has eyes on the back of his head and a sixth sense for that nonsense.]

(ooc: feel free to mingle amongst yourselves! I'll be popping in and out between threads. Characters are allowed to bring their own food & snacks too.

PM me or shoot any questions at glacian.)

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Togusa

[standalonehuman]

Togusa is in low spirits, but that's precisely why he accepted the invitation and came out, rather than continuing to sulk at home. It's also why he's sticking to soda, though. He's trying to drag himself out of being grumpier. The party guests are an odd group of people he never would have expected to see together. But, perhaps, nothing brings people together like near-death experiences.

As soon as Togusa gets his hot dog and sits back down, he is followed by a very familiar black cat, and it reminds him of a second piece of outstanding business. He has to keep the smirk off his face. If this doesn't cheer him up, nothing will.

"Well, hel-lo, there! Aren't you a familiar kitty? Feels like I saw a whole lot of you just a month ago!" Pitching his voice up so that both of the Izunia brothers can hear him.

All right, boys. There were pictures. Of this cat shoved into every one of Togusa's reports last month. One of you two is fessing up before the party is through.

[rygdea]

Near-death experiences are all the rage in Recollé as of late. Why not celebrate surviving while you're still alive? That's Fynn's logic in all this. Besides, he thought it would be nice to throw a small cookout for everyone after all this hardship. They've certainly earned a reprieve from all things grim and gloomy. Now that the city is free of monsters again, they can go back to being somewhat normal again. That's a good thing, right? Fynn perceives it that way even though there's no going back to 'normal' ever again.

"Huh?!" Fynn nearly chokes on his beer once he overheard Togusa talking to the cat. He peeks over at his colleague with a sheepish grin as he salutes the man with his bottle. "I guess the cat is out of the bag, huh?" Fynn admits as he approaches. He honestly forgot all about that prank and accidentally invited Togusa without even thinking about it. Is it too late for him to proclaim his innocence? Fynn's going to try anyway.

"It was all Ardyn idea!" He lies.

[sakeplz]

Well here was someone he didn't recognize! Jirou wandered over to sit with the man, a cute and fluffy dog on his lap and a glass of wine in his hand. Between the stylish hair and make up, not to mention the adorable dress he did a great job passing for a lovely, but very tall, woman.

"Hiiii. You weren't on our team but that's no reason I can't say hi! I'm Jirou. It's nice to meet you? Are you a friend of someone here?"

He had no idea what the cat business was so he was just, you know, going to talk about other stuff.

[matchbreaker]

[ Honestly, if you ask Elda Marker, this is far, far too soon for some reunion party. She wants to spend time with her-- well, with Toushiro. Maybe plan her own party, with Elizabeth. Connect with some other people.

But she also didn't want to smother them.

So... she showed up here. She's content to sit here with wine and wait out maybe getting some meat in a bit. She's got her designer sunglasses on and a nice dress on. Like when she shows up at galas before now. Even if this is no gala or anything. She's spent much of the last month with a lot of these people, she's still not sure how much she belongs but... hey.

She's good. Smiling, even. ]

[rygdea]

Elda! [He waves down 'The Shortest Woman' in Recollé with an enthusiastic greeting.] Glad you could make it!

[He takes a moment to lower the fire at the grill before approaching. Fynn is actually really glad that the woman could make it. He realizes too late that maybe having this party was a little too soon but he wanted to do this before anyone went back to their normal everyday lives. Who knows if any of them will keep in contact after all this craziness. Fynn most likely going to be busy once he heads back on duty. While he plans to use some of his vacation time for his recovery, Fynn will most likely be stuck doing absurd amounts of paperwork next month.]

A fan of Pinot grigio, I see.

[sakeplz]

[Of course Jirou recognizes Elda and he sways his way over to her with a dog in his arms, a drink in hand, and his dress swinging attractively. He gives a giggle and even leans way down to give her cheek a quick kiss. Way...way down. He's a giant and can't help it.]

Hi, Elda! You look amazing! Are things any better now?

Jirou! OTA~

[sakeplz]

[Jirou is here and he has a cute dress on and his hair done up and his makeup on point. He looks like such a pretty (and very tall) lady as he enjoys some drinks with his dog on his lap. He's feeding the pretty thing little bits of hamburger now and then as he just relaxes and has a good time.

His boyfriend is somewhere around here, probably getting him more wine or something. But obvious Jirou is approachable! Why, he even waves at a person.]

Hellooooo! Having fun?

[Seriously he loves interacting with people.]

[toobigtohandle]

[The boyfriend is indeed back soon with alcohol. He looks a little uncomfortable to be in the middle of so many people, especially when an untold number of them are cops, but Jirou asked him to come with him, so here he is. Socializing. Yes.]

Here you are.

[destiny_key]

[It takes Sora a second to notice Jirou, with all the noise and the people. He's having a pretty good time, actually, despite the incidents of the past few days. It was nice to get his mind off of everything.

But he moves over when Jirou waves at him, grinning and waving back as he approaches, a soda in his other hand.]

Hey! Yeah, it's a pretty good party, huh?

[And then he spots the dog in your lap and instantly becomes distracted because dog.]

Who's your little friend?

[thisloveisjustice]

Tatsuo was pleasantly surprised when Fynn invited him over, but after the month he's had, a party sounds like just the thing. Especially since he's now had time to shower, shave, sleep, and put on his own clothes again. Not feeling like you slept in the dirt for three weeks straight can do wonders.

Alcohol can also do wonders. As he's not really a wine person, or a beer person, Tatsuo tries some of the sake. Which, he's never actually tried before. It's an eye opening first sip.

"Whoa."

[sakeplz]

Who was a major fan of sake and was getting some more? This guy here wearing the cute dress and carrying the cute dog. Seriously, he pulled off the girl look really well as he sipped his drink then giggled when he heard the reaction to it.

"First time having sake? It's amazing right? It's my favorite!"

Seriously, he had a ton at home as a result.

[rygdea]

A faint grin settles upon his face once he spots Tatsuo. He's glad to see the man alive and well after those long three weeks. Fynn feared that he wouldn't see any of the missing forty-five people again, especially once the truth came to light. While he knows he and others tried their very best to bring everyone back home, Fynn is slightly disappointed with himself and with the Police Department.

There was nothing their guys could really do to help but be damned if they didn't try. He still doesn't know how to feel about how Retrospec got civilians involved but at least everything is said and done. Although, Fynn is slightly questioning whether or not having this badge is worth all the hassle here in Recollé. That's definitely a thought for another day.

"I see you found the sake." Fynn jokes with big grin upon his face. "I'm not really all that into it but my esteemed 'guest of honor' seems to love it." He gestures to Jirou who's all pretty in pink right now. Fynn, on the other hand, is wearing just a black tank top and his usual straight-legged jeans. He's been running around in flip-flops all day in his best loungewear attire because of the work he done to pit this together. That and the fact his right arm is bandaged up all the way to the shoulder. He needs to be able to change the bandages with ease, so wearing something with sleeves would be a hassle.

"How do you like it? That one tastes like peaches."

Kenta - OTA

[toobigtohandle]

[Kenta is Jirou's boyfriend and roommate and ended up being dragged to the party because that is what Jirou does.

He's not exactly dressed for a backyard barbecue, really. Just like Jirou is killing it in his beautiful dress, Kenta's slacks, shirt, shoes and watch probably cost about the same price as the building they're in front of and with his size and frame, he rather stands out in a model-like way... except he's actually trying to not stand out because there are too many cops here and if he didn't love Jirou so much he probably would have hightailed it out of there already.

So you can find him either sitting next to Jirou drinking a beer and eating something, or standing against a wall about as far from the action as you can get without being in the neighbor's yard.

Or with the cat. Kenta loves cats and they love him too.]

[rygdea]

[Now this might go down a tad awkward between them. Fynn doesn't quite like Kenta as much as he does Jirou. Why? Well, bad first impression and all that but Fynn doesn't want to judge him too harshly. He probably met Kent at a bad time if anything.

After all, Jirou was injured pretty badly and sporting really nasty chemical burns. Fynn still feels awful about rolling up to Kenta's swank apartment all unannounced. Maybe it would've been better if Fynn met the man at the hospital instead.]

Geez. [He can't help but smile as he approaches with a plate of devil eggs.] You two came here looking real fancy today. This isn't that art gala, folks.

[The Izunias aren't broke by any means judging from how nice Ardyn's house is but this is a very low key event. Nothing black tie or fancy, just a casual get together. That's why Fynn is only sporting a casual black tank top and some stylish dark blue jeans. Although, the jeans might just appear black since Recollé still lacks color. A shame really. It doesn't feel like this city will ever get back to normal.

The only thing that really might stand out are the stark white bandages running down his right arm. It starts from the shoulders down and Fynn purposely hasn't been carrying much of anything on his right. He'll sometimes hold a late with two hands but so far, he's favoring his left.]

So how do you like it? The food, I mean.

[matchbreaker]

Excuse me, I don't think we've met. [ And you've got a cat near you and Elda too loves cats and you're in a super expensive suit. The small woman (5') with purple hair and similarly expensive looking designer sunglasses on ghosts over to the man, looking him over before nodding and offering a hand in greeting. Might as well start there. ]

You came with Jirou, right? The man's been quite helpful to me over the last month.

slides in late - open to everyone!

[daemonized]

[There are a few faces that Ardyn recognizes, but not all. This was mostly Fynn's get together, which was fine by all accounts, and so Ardyn is dandy with hanging back and observing for most of the time. Unless, of course, someone comes up and speaks to him, in which he will lead the conversation with his telltale flourish and enthusiasm.

In the meanwhile, you may spot him just about anywhere the activity is, and he'll ask you:]

Enjoying yourself?

[So what if he has Erebus in his arms? He has to make sure his cat doesn't steal the food.]

[rygdea]

Not entirely since that little "thief" been hounding me since morning to feed him a burger!

[The smirk upon Fynn's face proves that he doesn't exactly mind that the cat been pestering him all day. He's already sneaked Erebus some food earlier but the feline is still on the prowl for more. Fynn is somewhat glad his brother is holding onto that pesky cat, especially since Erebus was just begging poor Togusa with those big round eyes.]

But how are you doing, Ardyn? You don't look too well rested. I'll try to keep the noise down out here.

[He's quite concerned for his brother's health as of late. Fynn doesn't like seeing Ardyn all haggard even though he's the one sporting a brand new injury. Please ignore the bandages scaling down his right arm, Ardyn.

There's no need for a 'magic show' right now.]

[sakeplz]

I am!

[This is cup number......

Actually, you know what? Jirou has probably had an entire bottle of alcohol by now but that's pretty normal for him. So right now he's enjoying looking adorable with his cute dress and cute dog. Seriously, he looks like a rich lady who happens to be feeding bits of burger to the fluffy dog he's holding

A...very tall lady.

Anyway! He smiles at the man.]

It's a lot of fun! I've never been to a barbecue before!

[destiny_key]

[Sora has absolutely no idea who this guy is, but judging by his looks, he's probably Fynn's brother. Wasn't this his house, that this party was at? He was pretty sure someone had told him that.

What was his name again? Ar-something?]

Oh, um, yeah! This is a really nice party.

[standalonehuman]

Togusa wanted to seek out Ardyn, and he honestly wasn't sure if the man was up for a party. So he gives a gentle smile as he approaches. "Ardyn." Relief and checking in on him all wrapped up at once.

Pardon him while he reaches out and scratches the kitty. "Thank you for having us over."

He is trying not to be really obvious about looking Ardyn over, but he knows damn sure that Ardyn is doing the same thing. They are both really here to check in on each other. "How are you doing?"

open.

[erythristic]

[so when Fynn invited her over, she had of course said yes. anything that was meant to rest and relax after everything that had happened was welcome, and she could use a good distraction after this morning. not that she knows most of the people there, but that's never been a problem. it's nice to get to be frivolously social for a bit.

so she'll chat with anyone that seems up for it, pulling the energy from god knows where. she's tired, still, but she won't admit to it. it's only if she sits down for a minute that it might show just a fraction, quickly shuffled away. other than that, though? she's more than happy to be friendly.

they lived. they brought everyone home, that was something to be delighted over.]

[sakeplz]

[Jirou sees that pretty red hair and immediately goes to sit with her, offering her a glass of wine. He has one of his own and he fixes the skirt of his dress then dips a finger into his own glass to offer that finger to his dog who is now on his lap. Of course he gives her a smile, not caring that he has no idea how she is, has never met her before.]

You looked tired so I thought maybe you could use a drink! Maybe company too if you don't mind me joining you!

[Hey, not everyone is up for this drunk drag queen but at least he's aware enough to know that.]

OTA!!!

[destiny_key]

[Sora is... well, he's certainly at the party. He'd agreed to go before the events of yesterday happened, and he didn't want to not go. And anyway, he could use a bit of a pick-me-up after the month that they've had.

He only feels slightly awkward. A majority of the people at the party are older than him, and he really only knows the people who'd been down in the university basement team. It's not that he's not happy to be here, but... He feels a little out of place. He's socializing, sure, but for the most part Sora is staying off to the side with a soda and some food.

He will, however, greet anyone who comes to talk to him with a warm smile and a wave.]

Heya. What's up?

Watergun Fight

[rygdea]

[It's not until Sora gets here that Fynn realizes just how awkward this party might be for the kid. Sora is probably the youngest one here. Everyone is over the age of twenty one, bitter and most likely killing the booze. So, that's why Fynn sneaks out for a minute to grab something that will make this party a little bit more fun.]

Hey, brat! [Fynn yells once he emerges from the house.] Heads up!

[In just that moment, Fynn tosses what seems to be an orange and yellow watergun over at the kid. It's a medium size watergun, one that matches the one that Fynn is currently aiming right at Sora.]

Think fast slowpoke!

ota

[outpunch]

[ Surprisingly, Juzo's not in the mood to grab himself a snack. But when it comes to beer, it's a different story. Honestly, he has already lost count which glass this one's going to be, but does that even matter.

That said, there's something different about him and it's not just the fact that he's quiet. It's his hair, which is gray now, making Juzo look a bit older and definitely more...serious? Sort of. ]

What are you looking at? Never seen a man drinking?

[ He murmurs, drying the glass of beer his holding. Once a charmer, always a charmer. ]

[rygdea]

Of course you would be a friggin' booze hound.

[Fynn can't help but grin once he sees Juzo instantly attempting to get trashed here. However, what really caught his attention is the odd gray here. That wasn't a thing before the ReConvention disaster. No, sir. Not at all.]

Are you doing alright, man? [There's obvious concern within his voice.] Not to be crude or anything but you seem not yourself today.

[An awkward pause ensues as Fynn just stares at Juzo with a look of true bafflement. The other might notice the stark white bandages traveling down from his shoulder along his right arm. He got injured again during the last battle the other day.]

ota!

[negativism]

Let it be known that David does appreciate a good burger once in a while, and especially ones that are actually grilled at home rather than fast food. Much better quality overall.

Though really, with this also being David, he also is proooobably going to be offering the cat some food. He already has two he spoils half to death back home, so it's honestly not that surprising. He's grinning as he's already grabbed food and gone to sit down. Erebus is probably going to eat more food than David is at this rate.

"Hey there, little guy." He's also the type to say "little" even when said pet really isn't that little. It's a bad habit.

[rygdea]

"That cat won't be so 'little' if you keep feeding him." Fynn says as he walks over to greet David. He didn't think the fancy-smashy security guard would actually come. Fynn realizes that cookouts might not be everyone's cup of tea but he's been dying to have a cookout all summer log but always got side tracked. He finally managed to set this all up before Labor Day, so this qualifies as a summer cookout.

"Did you try the avocado deviled eggs yet?" He asks with such a grin upon his lips. Fynn is proud as hell of his appetizer platter. He even made cute little hotdog octopi to accompany some of his dishes. Hard to believe that someone like him has all this energy to cook and prepare decent meals, right? Fynn sort of likes cooking more than he lets on.

"Also, would you like a beer? I'm hoping you don't have to head right to work after this."

ota!!

[dryeye]

[Honestly, Aizawa actually isn't usually that big on parties as a general rule--he'll attend them if he has to, or sees a good reason to, but it's more usual for him to decline an invitation if he has the option. It's...kind of a testament to just how much of a mess this month has been, really--and the odder friendships he's ended up making recently--that he ends up accepting this particular invitation without too much actual pause.

Might as well see how everyone's doing. ...And it might actually be kind of nice, to do something so normal after an entire month of group outings that have been pretty much anything but normal at all.

So here Aizawa is, sort of chilling on the sidelines most of the time--though he'll at least greet the familiar faces he does see, and isn't at all averse to conversation should someone approach him. He's not dressed in anything particularly fancy, but he is probably more put-together now than he's been for most of the month, in business casual and now having gotten marginally more sleep than he has in the last couple of weeks.

At some point he manages to obtain a hot dog and a drink. Around this same time he also obtains the resident cat, though...

It'd walked up very expectantly, after all, and they share a staring contest for a good half minute or so before Aizawa leans down to pat it on the head--and picks it up, setting it on his lap, food and drink entirely forgotten for a moment.]

Well now. With a face like that I bet you get spoiled a lot... [It's more of an absentminded mutter than anything. He starts scratching it under its chin.

Come to think of it, why don't most parties come with a cat? This should be a new trend.]