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.)

Comments

[daemonized]

[Spooky, but it seems to be the trend.]

Do you have any memories of you possessing this kind of strength?

[matchbreaker]

Not explicitly, I don't think. I mean, it might make some memories more logical, but nothing which had me doing some Captain Might stuff.

[ she shakes her head. ]

Maybe it didn't stand out because it was 'normal' for her.

[daemonized]

It's possible.

[Curious, still.]

At this rate, it's as if there are hardly any between us who did not possess some kind of ability in the "past". Magic, strength, healing -- what else will we stumble across, someday?

[matchbreaker]

I think the most outlandish I've seen so far... well, two. One boy had a sword shaped like a key that didn't even seem sharp, and one boy could light himself on fire.

[daemonized]

I think I've heard of the person who can light themselves on fire. It sounds all very inconvenient, or like something out of a comic book.

Though certainly more interesting than anything I've been granted.

[matchbreaker]

Honestly, sure mutant magic healing seems about as fantastical to me. But maybe it's simply that what one doesn't experience sounds odder.

[ She knows it's not mutant, but Fynn calling it that is still really, really funny. ]

[daemonized]

"Mutant magic"? [He laughs.] Are we still calling it that?

[matchbreaker]

Oh come now, it's still a little fun to say.

[ specially now with more context of who Fynn is. ]

[daemonized]

I sound like something out of the pages of a comic book, when you put it like that. I'm not sure if I prefer this or not.

[Whatever, Ardyn. He finds it amusing too.]

[matchbreaker]

Well, at least yours sounds like a classic. Mine's a purple haired lady with super strength beating things with an oar. That's something someone who wanted to make some surreal parody would come up with.

[ With a dismissive handwave. ]

[daemonized]

With an oar?

[What.]

[matchbreaker]

It's what I had on hand! The QR codes gave me an oar and so even if it broke or went missing, the thing seemed to keep popping up. So I just used it to whack stuff.

[ She does... look a little embarrassed but. That's what we do. ]

[daemonized]

Ah, I see. Well, I can hardly blame you for being creative with what you've been given.

I was given a megaphone with eyes. I think I beat you in the "ridiculous" department.

[matchbreaker]

W-what?! How's that even work?! Was it alive?!

[ she had a little googly eye bat, but... ]

[daemonized]

It certainly was. It even had a tongue, too.

As for how it worked... well. How does anything work, where Retrospec is concerned?

[matchbreaker]

Well... well, yes, I suppose so.

[ :T ]