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

[lionesque]

You're quite the party host. You could write a book and make millions.

[unwheeled]

[Charles laughs a bit.] Would it be titled: how to convince your friends and loved ones to help you throw parties?

[lionesque]

Certainly. It would fly off the shelves.

[Jocelyn takes another sip of wine to steady herself.]

Mr. Xavier, I know I don't know you terribly well yet, but would you mind if I showed you something? It's only I haven't been able to stop thinking about it and I can't tell Bobby, not if I'm only going to leave again...

[unwheeled]

[Well, now he's concerned.]

Of course, I wouldn't mind at all. Is everything all right?

[lionesque]

Yes, everything is more than all right.

[It doesn't take any time to get it out of her purse. In fact, it's the only reason she brought a purse tonight, it's not as if she has any money or even lipstick while she's here. And she couldn't leave the photo back in the apartment, it felt wrong somehow.]

I went to the hospital right after I arrived. I was concerned, obviously, about what the traveling might have done but I had no idea they could take a picture like this.

[It's not much more than a grey-ish blur in the photograph, but she's far enough along that there's the definite outline of a head and arms and legs.]

[unwheeled]

[Charles takes the photograph from her. To be perfectly honest he's never seen a sonogram image before but he's smart enough, it only takes a moment. After that moment he is going to envelop Jocelyn in the tighest hug ever. No words, just hugging.

When he lets go he squeezes her hands, clearly very thrilled for her.] Congratulations, Ms. Lassiter, on your impending motherhood.

[lionesque]

[Ooof, Charles please breathing it still a thing she needs to do sometimes.]

Thank you. I only wish I could bring it home with me to show my husband.

[unwheeled]

Mrs., then, you should have corrected me. [Charles gives her a fond sort of smile.] You'll bring him the news and that will be enough to thrill him, I'm sure.

[lionesque]

You needn't, though, I mean... well it's not anywhere on paper but we've made the promise to each other and that's more than enough for both of us.

[She slips the ultrasound back in her purse with a small blush.]

He's known since almost the beginning. We're terrible at keeping things from each other, but I wasn't able to have it confirmed yet. The nearest hospital is a long drive and we don't have a car or even our father's horse any more.

[unwheeled]

Paper has it's uses, however...the promise is much more important. If you've decided you are husband and wife there is no reason not to own that position, I feel. [Charles has opinions on marriages and he'd rather take earnest promises than mere names on paper any day.]

I'm glad, then, that you were able to see someone here. [Pregnancy is a physically terrifying thing.] I'm sure he'll take the confirmation with just as much joy. How could he not?

[lionesque]

[And it makes it slightly more difficult when your husband was technically born as a horse. Also her parents were never married either, so she doesn't feel particularly strongly about it either.]

Thank you, Mr. Xavier. It makes such a difference to be able to tell someone.