[while the rest of her family finally gets ready, Manwol's probably changing into her fifth outfit. It's nice. Very chic -- for last year, maybe. God. What happened to that dress she bought back in Myeong-dong? Did she lose it? No, maybe she's thinking of another dress.
Anyway, she grabs another one from her closet and makes straight to where Kon is, possibly in the kitchen.]
Which one looks better? The red or the black? [she's already wearing the red, and she holds out the black one next to her. i would link outfits but aint nobody got time for that,
kon should probably choose the outfit she's already wearing to save everyone else's time tbh,]
[ at least kon can look presentable enough in a quick enough amount of time. manwol will probably judge all of them no matter what they wear, though, so he's just come to accept that in this stage of their lives. he does make sure he's careful as he comes into the kitchen to get to work on salvaging something - maybe he can make cake bites out of the unburnt parts of cake..?
he glances up when manwol comes in, slow blinking as she presents the outfits to him. ]
The red. It makes you look sharp, goes well with your skin, but you're still approachable at a get-together. The black makes you look like a bitch getting ready for the host's funeral.
He quickly discovers his usual drawer is... empty? Huh. Oh well. What he has already is probably good enough, right? Alphinaud will go and join the others then downstairs. ]
[He's a stubborn asshole and he likes his outfit just fine. Can't believe she didn't tell him to take of the collar that's around his throat, but apparently the tie is more offensive.
I's not like they've got much up here, so he'll just head downstairs and into the kitchen.]
[Manwol snaps her fingers and points at him. This is why Kon is her -- well she doesn't have favorites, actually. She loves her entire family -- each of them for different reasons.]
You're absolutely right. I need to save the black for later.
[Later....? Yeah, later! And she'll wear that nice hat with it too! She'll make her way back upstairs so she can throw the dress onto her bed like the slob this entire family is, and then reappear at the last minute because she will always in fact be the last to get ready]
[ who do you think he is? he knows his family? please.
anyways, he makes a shooing gesture at her as she goes, before turning back to figuring out how the fuck to salvage the cake. he really should have put it in something instead of just leaving it out... oh well, goes to take (whatever remains of) the spoon he left in it. ]
The cake's a wash, but I can probably roll it up into cake pops.
[ alphinaud gets hip checked by kon, which is like. kon's hip in his ribs. shorty. (it isn't actually but, again, small.) ]
It was supposed to be fine. I think we need a new oven. [ subtweeting manwol out loud. the internet won't tell me without giving me a middle aged white housewife's life story how long it takes to make cake pops so whatever we have no! fucking cake! again! ] Whatever, I can salvage it later. We'll make some after the barbeque - and you're going to clean the freezer.
They're some of the first guests, probably because they're right next door. Their neighbor's backyard is spacious, with a mini playground in the back for their kids. But you all know this already, because you've been watching this yard carefully.
There are a small handful of guests, nowhere near the full guest list amount, but enough to start chatting. The homeowner is already getting the grill started. A few kids play on the swings. Others are standing around and chatting. The door into the house has been left open.
[ Alphinaud... will be polite! Because he is always polite, and begin chatting up some of the guests, primarily those he hasn't seen in a while. He is, as always, very good at conversation. ]
[Bradley is not polite by nature, but he'll head directly towards the home owner and the grill, looking over the food they've got set up and saying hello.]
[Manwol moves towards the playground! What a surprise for someone who's mostly indifferent to children, but she doesn't mind talking to them today. They made an entire list about these neighbors, why put it to waste?]
[ watching everyone disperse, kon decides to head towards that open back door. he moves like he belongs there - and he should, considering the work they've put into this - and smiles politely at anyone who looks his way.
he doesn't have the cake, but that's fine. he can always help out the missus with making sure things are ready and arranged in the kitchen for when things are full swing. ]
[ Alphinaud will be greeted by his good old friend, Mandricardo. He asks Alphi how he's doing, and if they're having any problems with bugs lately? Seems like there's a bug thing going on. He also states that for some reason, he's been walking with a limp, and it started since that day he stayed Alphi's family home. It's fine.
When Bradley looks onto the grill, he will see hamburgers! Hot dogs! A hand. He actually recognizes that hand... he wonders how it got here?
The children on the playground are having a good time, but they all pause when they see Manwol. They seem nervous? Kids are always a hassle. People tend to notice when something happens to them more often. Best to go after those without kids.
Inside the house, Kon will smell food! Salads, chips, and other great things. It's great quality, but it's missing something? A cake.
They're all enjoying themselves. Do they keep looking around? Try to get more detailed information out of people? Cry? ]
[ Ever the speaker, Alphinaud will continue talking to people! Obviously getting what he can—that is, after letting Mandricardo know they are certainly bug free, and perhaps he had slept weirdly that night? Made a step up the stairs in just the wrong way?
It's not like anything weird is going on in their house. They're a normal family. ]
He’ll easily talk up the homeowner since he's right there.
How’s the meat? how was the grocery store? Or did they go check out the butcher for a special occasion? Has he been noticing anything strange happening around here?]
[never mind, children are terrible. they perceive her too easily.
Manwol will smile and wave once, and then drift away to latch onto another group of people -- all young ladies, perhaps around her age? (hah). some of the married, but most of them are single. she'll compliment them on their outfits (some of them are cute! really!), and then ask questions about y'know, what's going on in their lives... any new additions they're building to their homes.... how sad they might be over the mall, RIP.]
[ fucking cake. he's going to talk manwol into turning some of their expenses into getting a better oven. it's not like he's competing with barbara down the lane or anything, but still, his plans?
anyways, kon bumps his elbow into a smaller dish that's a little too close to the edge. some nini casserole - tacky. i mean, oops! he feels awful, he'll clean that up right away. let him grab some spray from under the sink. :) ]
[ Mandricardo nods, because certainly that's correct! He also mentions that he's very excited for the game that the four of them had apparently prepared for the party? You know, that game? Certainly you remember the game? He clutches his thigh after, wincing. Because yes, he must have just walked down the stairs wrong.
The homeowner will say that the grocery store is doing fine except for the weird meat shortage? It's kind of weird, right? How everyone just wants so much meat these days? He's lucky he even got enough for this BBQ! He asks if Bradley wants any specific requests.
Manwol will get so much gossip. One of them will talk about her new fiance, Kosen, who should be arriving later to the party? She can't believe he didn't want to come here with her. Another one says that she heard a rumor that the fire wasn't an accident. Isn't that funny? It must have been some pesky teen or something, right? Maybe a maladjusted middle schooler? It couldn't have been anyone from this nice neighborhood. Another one mentions how someone's daughter hasn't turned up in the last few days, and how they think she ran off with a boyfriend. Ah, youth.
Kon will open the cabinets under the sink, and find... a head. Lila's head? It's just in there, her expression terrified. Kon will also, somehow, not be surprised that this head is in here for some reason. Hm.
[ Yes, the game that he totally knows about. It's going to be great.
After they said their parts, Alphinaud will excuse himself with claims of needing to use the washroom and make his way inside the house. May as well before too many people show up. ]
[It's pretty weird, he'll admit to that much. He'll put in a request for a burger with absolutely no veggies on it at all. Do not put lettuce on his burger. Thanks.
Then he'll head inside to wash up. Cleanliness is important.]
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Alphinaud makes his way upstairs, to his room. Without warning, he walks in. ]
You better be awake, Bradley. We've got somewhere to be.
[ He goes across the room in search of something nice to wear, then: ]
I've been told to warn you against wearing that tie, as well.
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Anyway, she grabs another one from her closet and makes straight to where Kon is, possibly in the kitchen.]
Which one looks better? The red or the black? [she's already wearing the red, and she holds out the black one next to her. i would link outfits but aint nobody got time for that,
kon should probably choose the outfit she's already wearing to save everyone else's time tbh,]
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If she hates it she can rip it off me with her own hands.
[He's very aware the drawers are empty so he just stretches and heads down.]
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he glances up when manwol comes in, slow blinking as she presents the outfits to him. ]
The red. It makes you look sharp, goes well with your skin, but you're still approachable at a get-together. The black makes you look like a bitch getting ready for the host's funeral.
[ and they don't want to tip them off that early?
... okay, what the fuck, wait. ]
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[ Bradley can deal with Manwol, then.
He quickly discovers his usual drawer is... empty? Huh. Oh well. What he has already is probably good enough, right? Alphinaud will go and join the others then downstairs. ]
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I's not like they've got much up here, so he'll just head downstairs and into the kitchen.]
How's the cake?
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You're absolutely right. I need to save the black for later.
[Later....? Yeah, later! And she'll wear that nice hat with it too! She'll make her way back upstairs so she can throw the dress onto her bed like the slob this entire family is, and then reappear at the last minute because she will always in fact be the last to get ready]
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[ who do you think he is? he knows his family? please.
anyways, he makes a shooing gesture at her as she goes, before turning back to figuring out how the fuck to salvage the cake. he really should have put it in something instead of just leaving it out... oh well, goes to take (whatever remains of) the spoon he left in it. ]
The cake's a wash, but I can probably roll it up into cake pops.
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Do you have time for that? 'Tis not necessary to bring with us, all shall be well without.
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[Many hands make light work- or however the hell that saying goes.]
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You three are so slow. Let's go already!
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It was supposed to be fine. I think we need a new oven. [ subtweeting manwol out loud. the internet won't tell me without giving me a middle aged white housewife's life story how long it takes to make cake pops so whatever we have no! fucking cake! again! ] Whatever, I can salvage it later. We'll make some after the barbeque - and you're going to clean the freezer.
[ BRADLEY. anyways let's go. ]
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They're some of the first guests, probably because they're right next door. Their neighbor's backyard is spacious, with a mini playground in the back for their kids. But you all know this already, because you've been watching this yard carefully.
There are a small handful of guests, nowhere near the full guest list amount, but enough to start chatting. The homeowner is already getting the grill started. A few kids play on the swings. Others are standing around and chatting. The door into the house has been left open.
What do you all do? ]
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he doesn't have the cake, but that's fine. he can always help out the missus with making sure things are ready and arranged in the kitchen for when things are full swing. ]
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When Bradley looks onto the grill, he will see hamburgers! Hot dogs! A hand. He actually recognizes that hand... he wonders how it got here?
The children on the playground are having a good time, but they all pause when they see Manwol. They seem nervous? Kids are always a hassle. People tend to notice when something happens to them more often. Best to go after those without kids.
Inside the house, Kon will smell food! Salads, chips, and other great things. It's great quality, but it's missing something? A cake.
They're all enjoying themselves. Do they keep looking around? Try to get more detailed information out of people? Cry? ]
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It's not like anything weird is going on in their house. They're a normal family. ]
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He’ll easily talk up the homeowner since he's right there.
How’s the meat? how was the grocery store? Or did they go check out the butcher for a special occasion? Has he been noticing anything strange happening around here?]
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Manwol will smile and wave once, and then drift away to latch onto another group of people -- all young ladies, perhaps around her age? (hah). some of the married, but most of them are single. she'll compliment them on their outfits (some of them are cute! really!), and then ask questions about y'know, what's going on in their lives... any new additions they're building to their homes.... how sad they might be over the mall, RIP.]
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anyways, kon bumps his elbow into a smaller dish that's a little too close to the edge. some nini casserole - tacky. i mean, oops! he feels awful, he'll clean that up right away. let him grab some spray from under the sink. :) ]
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The homeowner will say that the grocery store is doing fine except for the weird meat shortage? It's kind of weird, right? How everyone just wants so much meat these days? He's lucky he even got enough for this BBQ! He asks if Bradley wants any specific requests.
Manwol will get so much gossip. One of them will talk about her new fiance, Kosen, who should be arriving later to the party? She can't believe he didn't want to come here with her. Another one says that she heard a rumor that the fire wasn't an accident. Isn't that funny? It must have been some pesky teen or something, right? Maybe a maladjusted middle schooler? It couldn't have been anyone from this nice neighborhood. Another one mentions how someone's daughter hasn't turned up in the last few days, and how they think she ran off with a boyfriend. Ah, youth.
Kon will open the cabinets under the sink, and find... a head. Lila's head? It's just in there, her expression terrified. Kon will also, somehow, not be surprised that this head is in here for some reason. Hm.
What else do they do? ]
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After they said their parts, Alphinaud will excuse himself with claims of needing to use the washroom and make his way inside the house. May as well before too many people show up. ]
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Then he'll head inside to wash up. Cleanliness is important.]
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