Celebrate Good Times
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
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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
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[Kenta's family is not only an old, traditional Japanese family, they are an old traditional yakuza family so they don't really do cookout or barbecues or anything of the kind.
When Fynn mentions children, Kenta shakes his head.]
I tried to follow Jirou, but apparently it was impossible to find the locations were you were sent if one hadn't received anything from the app.
Has anyone given you any explanation at all as to how people were chosen?
[Watch him give another piece of hot dog to the cat, Fynn. For someone wearing a shirt that's probably a few hundred dollars, he doesn't seem too worried about getting it dirty.]
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[Gods, he really doesn't want to think too in-depth about Retrospec today and all of their nonsense. That stuff still hurts his head.]
I swear these people aren't so much a corporation as much as they're deities. It's weird to think of them in that way but I've seen some stuff. I think we can all agree that they're the masterminds behind everything.
[The cop can't help but frown now.]
No, not...really. Mahoney, that's name of the Retrospec representative we dealt with, didn't tell us much of anything besides the mission. Maurice, the intern, was there too but he was only there for intel.
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[There might be a little bit of a glare as he says this and the gold eyes that he now sports - the same as Jirou - make it allt he more intense. Because he did try, really hard and he ended up being useless and because of that Jirou got hurt and he wasn't there to protect him and... yeah, he has problems with feeling useless and like he didn't do everything he should have.
There is a rather blank look as the name of Retrospec employees is mentioned.]
... I don't know these people.
[Kenta can be a devoted friend and a really nice person - if you're nto a cop - but he sometimes has a hard time remembering some of the day-to-day comings and goings around him if they're not necessary for what he has to do at that given moment. The names of Retrospec people are so not on his radar right now.]
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A sigh escapes Fynn. He might as well start explaining.]
Maurice is the intern who works under Jim Halloway, the Research & Development Director of Retrospec a.k.a the Guy Who Keeps Pissing Us Off. He's an unfriendly bastard--[Much like yourself, Kenta.]--who purposely leaves cryptic and sometimes useful information on the Network.
He's the head hancho of this shit show but someone else is pulling his strings. Then you have Janet who's the Human Resources Representative and...apparently, she is now "Mrs. Halloway" judging from her new last name.
As for Mahoney, she was one of our contacts during the expedition along with Maurice. I believe she's one of the Programmers....
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So while the explanation is appreciated, and now duly memorized, none of this seems to trigger any kind of particular recollection for Kenta.]
... I see. From what I have seen so far, I cannot tell if they are supposed to be the culprits in what just happened or if somehow something escaped their control and they used us to clean up their mess. From then look of things, the second solution is more likely.
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It's a little bit of both I wager. I can't say this one was entirely their fault but I do recognize that Jim Halloway did indeed loosely elude to what would happen eventually. It seems that they indeed knew everything was going to go up in smokes.
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Well, I already didn't like having that thing download itself on my phone with no warning last month, but none of what it's done so far is endearing to me.
[Would knowing he's a new addition to the app help understand why he's not up to date with everything? He's barely used it at this stage, to be honest, because of his concerns regarding privacy.
Suddenly, the cat meows, and he smiles as he tunes to it and hands it another piece of meat.]
You really are a glutton... I hope it's okay to feed him by the way. I wouldn't want him to get sick.
[Kenta is being extra careful and delicate with the cat, handing him the meat softly and allowing him to lick his fingers off before risking scratching him between the ears. He loves animals, but his size tends to scare them so he's pretty happy to have met a friendly one even if he had to bribe him with food.]
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[Fynn was close to leaving this conversation where it is until Erebus makes his presence known. This little black cat is going to get all kinds of fat if they keep feeding him cooked food. However, it's actually sort of cute to watch the little feline coax some food from Kenta.
The big guy treats the cat better than he treats Fynn. That's mildly insulting.]
I think it's fine for now. I'll just make note not to feed him again. No kitty food for him.
[Fynn almost cracks a smile.]
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I think we'll have to do the same with Kenti. He's getting fed left and right.
[And Jirou is not stopping it because he loves it when people like his dog and Kenta is not stopping it because Jirou does what he wants.
There's one thing though that Kenta hasn't said and that he feels like he can say now.]
Thanks for bringing Jirou back that day. I know he can be a handful sometimes.
[And that at least is said with complete honesty. He may not have liked having a cop in his home but the fact remains Fynn brought Jirou back safely and Kenta's not going to pretend it didn't happen. He can be grateful for that and express it. After all, it's not like he has anything personally against Fynn.]