I Wanna Wake Up in the City That Doesn't Sleep

[nostabbing]

Who: People currently at the Dangan House!
Where: The premises of the Dangan House, in Goldenrod City!
When: Tuesday, January 6.
Summary: It's a big-ass open meet-and-greet where the common denominator is Parker. Surely this cannot possibly go wrong!
Rating: PG, please mark individual threads that go higher!
Log:

WE ARE HERE:



KEY:

• 1 → Kitchen.
• 2 → Dining Area. A place to eat delicious food, with doors that go to the backyard.
• 3 → Lounge. Here's where you'll find a fireplace - and, of course, a pool table.
• 4 → Study. Lots of bookshelves, and some comfy chairs to read those books in. Also home to the World's Nicest Couch™.
• 5 → Living Room. Or something like it. TV, couches, plenty of space for high school students to chill.
• 6 → Tennis Court. In the backyard. The center of the former occupants' universe. There's also a pool that the backyard shares with the house next door, plus a barn constructed by the former owners. Along one wall of the house is a garden inhabited by a vicious Carnivine named Audrey II, because the previous owner had a sick sense of humor.


• A through E → The Assorted Dangan Bedrooms.
• NATIVE HAZARD: The Eevee Horde, consisting of at least 28 free-ranging Eevees that travel around en masse. Eevee geneaology chart found here.

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[OOC: Okay, guys, this is an open mingle log for anyone currently at the Dangan House, so feel free to tag in with open starters and interact with each other at will! The log's basically a free-for-all, with Parker bringing Eliot (hitsitoff) by the house so he can see where she's been all this time, but it's fair game to tag anyone and everyone as you like! o/]

Comments

[hitsitoff]

[Eliot doesn't react when Parker arrives, at first. When she speaks, though, that's when he pauses. Mid-chop, in fact. There's an incredulous look on his face, raised eyebrow and all. He isn't sure if this is Parker weird or some other type of weird.]

...What?

[...Yeah, no, that word just about sums it up. What?]

Parker, do you have any idea how many recipes use- there better be a good reason for this, I swear.

[nostabbing]

Alice.

[Even relatively alone, there's never any telling who might be around and in earshot. Like that one creepy classmate of Ishimaru's who stares a lot and is probably psychic. That one definitely can't be trusted under any circumstances.]

It's 'cause people are...allergic. To butter. And pancakes.

[...]

And knives.

[hitsitoff]

Yeah, yeah.

[He's pretty sure there isn't anyone listening, because there's no signs of it. But if Parker insists, then, well. He'll deal. Not that he won't be annoyed about it, of course.]

...Right. [You know what, forget even questioning this.] There any other allergies I need to know about?

[nostabbing]

Um.

[She pauses a minute, blinking twice as she calls up the memory, and then recites efficiently: ]

Butter, pancakes, baseball, stabby knives, garbage, gift wrap, tempura. I think if there's others Ishimaru puts them on the fridge, but I can ask him too.

[hitsitoff]

[...He's just going to assume that there's a good reason for every item on that list. For the sake of his own sanity.]

Got it. Would've been good to know beforehand, but I got it. [He'll take being slightly annoyed over screwing something up, though.] ...Right, yeah, that kid. Ran into him earlier. He mentioned some of those too.

[nostabbing]

Sorry.

[Given her wince, that's probably a genuine "sorry", too.]

Houses aren't hard to get around here, though. So...you could get one. Or we. We could get one. With a kitchen that had all the stuff that isn't here. If you want. One.

[...]

Ishimaru's pretty great, right?

[hitsitoff]

[...Well that sure went from zero to awkward really quickly, didn't it.]

...Kind of jumping the gun a little there, aren't you? Easy.

[He'll just... take that subject change, because Parker...]

He's an interesting one. Can see why you like him. [Seriously, one conversation and he immediately understood how they're friends.] Seems he's pretty important to you.