Something's wrong when you regret

[unwheeled]

When; Saturday 16 Feb, evening

Rating; PG? Maybe PG13 for language

Characters; Charles has invited the following:

• Luke
• David Allard
• Astrid Allard
• Tommy Shepherd
• Billy Kaplan
• Darwin
• Alex Summers
• Jocelyn Lassiter
• Bobby Lassiter
• Ginny Weasley

By virtue of living on the Floor of Mutants in this building, Raven Xavier and Sean Cassidy are expected to be there. Or wrangled into the cooking/cleaning crew, however one wants to take it.

Including Charles (the octomom-host) and Erik (the disgruntled bitchy head shark-chef) that brings the total guest list to 14.

Obviously if a guest brings another guest Charles won't make a fuss. This is all his fault, anyway.

Summary; MUTANT/MAGIC DINNER GATHERING (in Erik's one-bedroom apartment, whoops) Human to powered ratio? 3:11

Log; Charles managed to clear out the entire produce section of the first store he went to. Not to mention gaping holes in quite a few shelves (barring the freezer section, though Charles does stand there and stare at ingredient lists in building horror for a while). Naturally he somehow also manages to convince the store to loan him their delivery truck, as he proceeds to greatly diminish the shelves of at least one of the first store's competitors.

Hopefully there's someone around to help Charles bring all this food up. Hopefully they don't mind having their picture taken with the small camera Charles pulls out of his pocket, because that will happen if they mind or not. 

Charles' kitchen, seeing as how it's merely an extension of Erik's at this point, is definitely expected to be used in the cooking preparation - probably by Sean as Charles has been forbidden to assist (no one has TIME to throw a cookbook at his head is what this boils down to, and there aren't enough fire extinguishers around to cope with what may happen if he's rushed otherwise). The bulk of the dinner party will be occurring in Erik's apartment, where the bedroom door is welded shut without a visible seam. Charles' apartment door is open, though by the time things are underway there is a distinct lack of furniture - apparently it all migrated next door.

Barring Sean's apartment, all the other doors on the floor are open with keys in the lock with yellow, blue, or magenta tags labeling the apartment number. No one else lives on this particular level of this particular apartment building, imagine that? Not a single neighbor in sight, how useful.

Charles will say hello to each and every one of you and be the consummate host. Contrary to how it may seem, he's never actually THROWN a party before. Add that to the knowledge that six of the invited attendees won't be around come Monday and Charles will know it the moment they leave, he really wants this to go well. 

Eight mutants. One witch. One god. One Astrid. The Lassiters and David as the partridge in the pear tree only humans on the entire floor.

What about this party could possibly NOT be amazing?



[ooc: HERE THERE BE NO TAGGING ORDER. Just go for it, whatever it happens to be, and have fun! For reference: Erik's apartment is full of metal, complete with a very modern kitchen (though some of the seating and small tables have been liberated from Charles' apartment, and this is very clear.) However in case you were worried your character would be alighting on only metal seating do not fear! There is a low, long black couch that is more than comfortable.

The kitchen and dining room area are connected by large archways, collectively acting as one large room. The bathroom and bedroom have actual doorways - the latter of which is practically impassible as Erik has sealed the door.]

Comments

[violenthearted]

That Luke and David are a we has been brought - gently - to Erik's attention, and Luke's ability to comfortably refer to them that way does--something to a place he can't identify below his ribs. But that's neither here nor there, so he inspects this uh, thing, chin tilted down. He has seen them before, yes, but mostly he just doesn't understand the purpose of gelatin in food at all.

"I can take it," he inclines his head, because he'd rather rearrange the food in there his own self than let anyone else do it. It's only in crossing in long strides to the kitchen proper that like, tact or normal human conversation occurs to him: "That was kind of you, we seem to be feeding a small army."

And don't think Erik doesn't think of the gathered assembly as exactly that, an army.

[infernoandhearth]

No worries, Erik, Luke is as bemused as you are by food trapped in gelatin, like a fly in amber. He wonders if trapping amber with stuff in it in a jelly, and then perhaps trapping that in a further, differently coloured jelly, would be worth the amusement. He has the mould, now, anyway.

"It seemed the thing to do for a party this large," he says, putting his newly freed hands into his pockets. "It doesn't seem as if Charles knew how to stop once he'd started extending invitations. I'm half surprised he didn't invite the entirety of the new arrivals."

[violenthearted]

Erik snorts low laughter, turning over his shoulder from where he's manhandling the contents of the fridge. "If he'd had a week to plan he would, I'm sure, have tried to get the entirety of the populace into a one bedroom apartment."

Gelatin secured - at the front of the fridge, he doesn't like, hide it at the back or anything - he turns round to lean on the counter by a hip, arm crossed loose in at least a facsimile of comfortable body language. "This is his idea of small, in which case he thinks he's doing it for me." A shrug, and a flicker of something warm quickly suppressed. "I don't mind. Or at least I won't until any of you start trying to stay the night."

[infernoandhearth]

"In that case," says Luke, "he might be lucky enough to accidentally invite someone who might bend reality for the night and make your apartment larger on the inside. Or he might well hold it in his own." He watches the jelly go in with a good deal of approval. An unspoken sort of niceness, that, he thinks.

"I'm sure you have something metallic and flat somewhere you might use to harry people out of the area like a riot shield before sealing them outside." He laughs at the mental image. He's no doubt Erik wouldn't hesitate to do something very like that. Erik is interesting to watch: the flickers as his shields drop and slam back up again. He likes people like that much more than he likes people who really don't have any depth of emotion.

"We could do smaller, another time. I may as well return the favour at some point." Sort of an invitation. Half of one.