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[Open!] Kickback at the Fratsion

Who: Soren and anybody stopping by!
When: Early Aereuer
Where: Soren's Mansion House in the aristocratic district.
What: Bonfire and kickback!
Warnings: Excessively wholesome bro-ness.

[Don't overthink how you were invited.

Soren might have mentioned it in person, inviting his new Wilder friends back with him after the days mission to hang out. You might have just noticed the open gate and thought "why not?" Everybody sure cheered like they were expecting all the new arrivals, even if they weren't. It's not important how or why you got here, it's a party! Everybody likes a party!

The atmosphere is actually very relaxed. The night is a gloomy one, with dark clouds and thunder crackling over head, but only an occasional sprinkle of rain. Mostly, people are gathered in the yard space and on the porches lining the massive house. There's not a ton of furniture, most of the chairs set out are mismatched. The whole scene resembles just about every sparse college affair where what is around is made to work.

Nothing all that wild is going on, people seem contented to sit and chatter between themselves contentedly. Alcohol is reserved to those who brought their own mead. Many are drinking tea or hot cocoa, instead. There are some long logs with heavy blankets tossed onto them for comfort, surrounding a massive firepit.

It's a cozy affair.]

I. S'more than a good time.

[Thanks to Emil, there's a huge bonfire! Thanks to Juza, there is a huge pile of chocolate and graham crackers for s'mores set out.

Thanks to Soren, nobody can find the marshmallows because he's carrying around the entire bag worth. Seems if that particular part of the treat is desired, he'll need to be asked directly.

Or, he'll need be a half decent host and notice someone looking in need and share. He's shoving one in his mouth about the time someone catches his eye.]

Mmmm, you want one of these?

II. King of the Castle.

Marvel at my domain! The Bastion Keep! [Soren calls out from his second story porch. There's a single, tepid "woo!" from down in the yard, which gets a "yeah, this guy!!" from Soren.

He seems mighty proud of himself. Hands on his hips, he stretches back to lean on heels and sucks in the brisk night air. It's pleasant out, the chilly storm weather was perfect to have a fire burning during]

Not exactly a rager, but this is nice, right? You having a good time?

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[How did they end up with only one bag of marshmallows? That's the real question here. Juza has the graham cracker and the chocolate, but it's just not complete without a toasted, gooey treat.]

They're better when you hold 'em over the fire.

[one GIANT bag of marshmallows, it was more economical! Soren is holding it under one arm like a sack of potatoes.

He does stop at the mention of putting them on the fire. Concern.]

....... are these raw? [he's already had quite a few, you need to cook them!?]

[Share with the group, Soren.]

You can eat 'em that way too, they're just better when you toast 'em.

[He makes a gesture like "give me one."]

Oh! Like toast-toast! Bread-toast? Sure!

[he'll hand off a couple to Juza, having been curious what the thin metal sticks were for exactly. Seemed a bit weak to be fire pokers. Meanwhile, he muses]

Man... who cooked bread once and thought, like, eh, let's cook it again! Right?

Ain't it just toast?

[This is the first and only time he's ever heard toast-toast. With a few marshmallows, he skewers them and holds them over the fire.]

... I dunno? Somebody who wanted somethin' warm? Or maybe it was old bread.

You said these are better if toasted! So they're also toast, right? But different.

[not bread toast, but... sugar toast?

Oh, that does sound good. Show him how, friend, he wants this delicious sugar toast.]

These are toasted marshmallows.

[Which is a completely separate thing from toasted bread. Also he's pretty sure you can't put these in a toaster and get them successfully gooey. That might just destroy the toaster.

He rotates them around until they're golden brown then pulls one off to put on a s'more, handing it over to Soren.]

Try it.

[He watches the marshmallow brown on the fire, curious who thought of that with such puffy, sweet treats. The browned version does smell amazing, coming off the fire, only to get squished into a multilayer treat. Yooooo- Soren is snatching that up]

It's like a sweet sandwich! That's a good idea, you think of this? [yes, Juza, you could just take all the credit for s'mores if you wanted, Soren would believe]

[There's a smile as he watches Soren take the treat, even as he makes his own. It's been a long time since he's done anything like this, and he can't imagine his whole troupe camping together.]

Nah, it's a pretty normal camping treat back home. [Juza's too lawful to lie about anything related to dessert.] Like it?

[He asks, as he chomps down on his own.]

[Soren shoves just the whole thing in his mouth at once. It's not the ideal bite, but he's chomping on it (mercifully) with his mouth closed. It takes a moment to get through to all the tastes, but oh! OH.

This face and a nod yes, yes, yes, hell yes, that's good! It's going to take him forever to chew through it and swallow though. Maybe advise he take a bite instead of voring the whole damn thing at once. Good thing Juza's not the one who would make fun of him for that]

[Is he Soren or Voren? Jury is still out.

Juza looks amused as Soren chews his way through the s'more. There's a reason this is one of the few sweets he eats in smaller bites instead of all at once. Still, he can't blame him for his excitement- desserts are all delicious.]

Try biting into your next one. There's a lot less to deal with at a time.

[Keith's looking tense as he looks around with two swords strapped to his back because parties and social gatherings tend to feel pretty awkward for him, but Soren's little declaration there is getting kind of a laugh. Why did he bring the swords... who knows...]

Heh. Seems like you are. You and your dad aren't anything alike at all, huh.

[Don't sour the mood immediately by mentioning his dad, wow, just wow! Soren puffs a sigh, blowing a very mature raspberry through his lips in response]

Riiight, you and Lance immediately got on his bad side, right? Not that he... has much of a good side. [Anyways-] He figure out lied about your names, yet? Warned Lance he'd be in for it.

(was considering being another tepid "woo," to show his buddy some love, but he lifted his face away from his cigarette papers too late. he's only just finished rolling its tobacco up, twisting it at the end with a tap of its filter.)

I'm having a great time. Honestly, I'm not really a party guy, (despite the canteen of liquor he brought with him for the occasion,) so the chill atmosphere's perfect for me... so thanks for the invite. How about you, man? Get enough to snack on and drink and everything?

You're so welcome! Glad you could make it, we got a decent turn out from the Wilders and other knights. I'm feeling good about that. [even if it's not some off the chain event everybody will be going on about in the morning, it's... nice. Soren's been working hard and he wanted a party, this is pleasantly peaceful and the company is good.]

Juza and his pal from home, uh... Omi! Yeah, yeah, Omi. They got the food handled. Those guys got pretty good taste. [as for drink, Soren unabashedly has a warm, cozy mug of cocoa nearby, marshmallows melting into it (at Juza's advice)]

Surprised they could make it, honestly. The Wilders, I mean. They're hardcore.

(there's nothing like a good mug of hot chocolate, soren. marshmallows are just the cherry on top.

a boisterous party would've been fun, too, jonas is convinced. at least with this guy heading it, as he wouldn't readily trust anyone else to throw something inclusive. that'd have been a bit too much like the ones he'd attended in his early high school years, though, and earlier than that.)

I know Juza. Wound up on a speed date with him, way back in February. Er, or whatever they call it here. (god, he's so bad at the month names.) I've never met his buddy Omi, though. Have you known them long?

They really are. Why they deserve a break, right? [even if it's just one calm evening, if anybody deserves to sit and relax a night away, it's that crew. They're respectable soldiers, working their hardest to protect people, Soren is proud to be working his way into their ranks. Felt like a good slice of home.]

Juza's my bonded! Isn't he cool? [he says just, so pleased about that, and likewise proud]

We met in the first dream we both fell into, before landing here. Been close as brothers ever since! Only just met Omi, but he's going to be staying here with us. He cooks! [which is very, very important]

Seems like a cool enough dude from what little exposure I have to him, sure. (the corner of his mouth tugs into a small smile, pleased that soren's pleased.)

You seem pretty set for life, now with your very own chef. I should just ditch Stiles and come mooch off you guys. (hesitates before asking his next question, always a doozy, but jonas figures it's a relaxed enough atmosphere for it.) Are you... planning on staying a while? Like, here in this world? I know people have no say in that kinda' thing, but it's something to think about.

Staying here... well, yeah. I think I am, if I can. So long as my dad is here, I should stay. Keep an eye on him. [he knows that Viren wants to get home more than anything, despite Soren's warnings, so now it feels like his duty to stop his father from leaving. Better for everybody, that way.]

What about you? And... you and Stiles could both come live here if you ever wanted! Always welcome, promise.

Yeah, that's a good philosophy. Even if you two don't get on so well, he's family... and, well, family's family. (that's about all there is to say on the matter. soren's warnings have extended to him and he's inclined to believe them, warier of viren than ever.

still, it's a difficult dynamic. jonas' eyes crease as he watches soren's mood shift.)

That is such a generous offer, but we've got a pretty great setup. You should come check it out sometime. (takes a swig of his drink, raising it in a happier "cheers.") If we ever get into a weird marital spat, then you'll be the first guy I call. How's that? I'm adept at passing out on couches.

Sure! [easy as that, Soren's not exactly great at playing coy. Being the one invited over is nice, he's usually the one pulling people together. Fun to just go along with others plans, especially if they're not... a mission or something serious.]

Where did you guys set up, anyways? I stayed in the barracks for a couple nights and it suuuucked. Went to the mirrorhouse to ask for somewhere better and they gave me the keys to this place! Some old, rich dudes were getting their heads chopped off, so it was free! [this is just a normal thing that happened to benefit him and he breezes right on past it]

Oh, we're in the Haven, closer to... I guess on the side of the Looking-Glass House? It's set apart from everything, though. Lots of tree coverage.

(speaking of rich people getting their heads chopped off, though, jonas is less inclined to let that one go. because soren, please.)

... do they... was that the, uh, Rathmores?

Yeah! Or, I think that was it, Rathers or something. Or supporters of them? Some rich folk who did some baaaad stuff, my man. [he pats ornate balcony railing all too casually]

Mine now! [he's not thinking... much deeper on that. Executions aren't out of the realm of possibility in Katolis, as a Knight, Soren might even be expected to carry one out. He'd... gotten close, with the last assassin to the King, but they kept him as a prisoner.

Wonder what even happened to that guy-? Wait, you know what... don't wanna know.......]

I-I heard, actually. From Fang, the Turnskin. (shifts, getting his lean on.) Do you know her? Really, really beautiful. Like, super attractive. Brown hair, green eyes?

Anyway, she got, like, hurt by them. Bad. So the fact that you took their mansion from them is some karmic retribution. (those terrible fucking people are dead. suddenly far happier to be here, even if it gives him a strange feeling.) Doesn't bother me none.

Don't know her... but sounds like I should! Introduce me, sometime. [Cute girl? Cute girl! He's always up to meet a cute girl. Be a bro, Jonas, introduce him to girls.]

Yeah, for real, even better! People like that ought to pay. [... he shouldn't think on that any deeper, or he might get to feeling guilty about how his father's acted. And ordered him to act, in turn.]

I think so, too. Decapitation's a little much, but punishments should still happen. You know?

(like jail time. a lot of jail time. a lifetime's worth.

and woah, his chance to wingman has come (even if fang's like, ten thousand times gayer and more mature than they are).) Sure, I mean... she seems really chill, she'd probably be down with it? I met her on the Outpost trip, so I didn't get to know her very well, but. I was temp-bonded to her.

Which was pretty neat, all things considered. You ever done that?

Gotta do what yah gotta do, with that sort of people. [people need to pay for what they do... there needs to be consequences, right? It has to stop somewhere, can't just let someone keep getting away...]

Temp-bonded? Not even heard of it. I bonded with Juza right away and that's been suuuper chill. There's another kind? [never underestimate Soren's ability to straight up not pay attention to what he's told]

[Omi's been wandering around trying to meet people and being a good host despite being the newest member of the household. In fact, his cooking seems to be a hit, which is nice, so he's been mostly holed up in the kitchen making more.

He pops his head out when there's a little ruckus, just as his last round of quiche is cooling.]

There's mini quiche in your dominion now. Do you want me to bring some up?

I don't know what that is, but I want some! It smells so good! [Soren is all enthusiasm, at least. He goes over to Omi and gives him a good ol', firm, brotherly pat to the shoulder! Soren's all for camaraderie, especially when someone is newer. Best to ease people in and make them feel welcome and appreciated]

Thanks for doing the cooking, man. Don't know a thing about that. You're like a wizard with it, though! [his sister learned, but she liked to use dark magic with her cooking. Which was delicious. No doubting that.]

You know. Not literally.

It should be good!

[He means it humbly, though. He's just... really experienced with quiche, okay? It's his favorite food to make, really, since it's so universally loved and versatile. Watch him.

The shoulder pat is unexpected, but Omi's glad for it. He's used to being in a relatively tight-knit group, or at least a group that tries to be in step with each other, and coming here has been a bit of an adjustment. Friendliness is welcome. And because Omi is the friendly sort, he pats him on the back right back, a smooth transition.]

I guess I'm a cooking monster, instead? Anyway, there's nothing magical about it. I've just been cooking for most of my life, so I like to have fun with it every once in a while. Turns out mini muffin tins exist here, and I intend to use them. Now, come on and try one of these.

[Ushering him to the table where all the tiny quiche are neatly arranged!]

The ones here are savory, like a meat and cheese with something like scallions, and a hint of heat. The other ones are sweet, so it's fruit and custard.

[the little quiche are 1) oddly cute? and 2) look as good as they smell, which is even better up close. Soren snatches one up in his fingers, because his kingdom his rules and he's choosing to be a barbarian.]

Oh man, they're like meat muffins? Who thoughta that!? [and, also, NOM, he throws a whole one into his mouth. Oh, man, it's so good tho!!]

[Yes, please thoroughly enjoy them! Nothing makes Omi happier than people enjoying what he cooks, so he's laughing softly as Soren pops the quiche into his mouth, just as he should. Mini quiche is finger food, in his opinion--he was thinking ahead. This is like some weird fancy dorm, after all.]

Ah, I'm glad you like it... [Honestly... this is making him feel at home.] I can make the same thing, but bigger. It's kind of like a pie, instead?

[Momo hasn't the foggiest who owns this house, but it's a party and it's a chance to mingle around a bit and maybe get to know more people, so he's not passing up that wide open chance. And at the very least, the host seems to have a sense of humour. Momo has an easy grin on his face when he's addressed, which is basically his default state of being, and he spreads his pink-nailed fingers a bit dramatically at the question.]

Of course. Sometimes this kind of thing is nice to just get to know people. [That said, he winks and makes a cutesy little pointing motion next to his eye.] I'll get on doing a proper rager one of these days, I just need to find a good place to hold one.

[Cottages do not good rager locations make, and he's not putting that kind of cleanup job on someone else's house.]

Hey, you organize it and get the stuff or whatever, and you can throw one here! The Bastion Keep welcomes it! [even if he didn't have the resources or energy himself for it, right now. Hosting, though? Easy peasy! Or... so Soren thinks.

He won't appreciate the mess, after.... but he'll also probably enjoy the party enough to not regret it.]

It's nice of you to offer, but aren't you going to get landed with the cleanup job in the end making deals like that? [Momo's grin is a little mischievous, implying he'd take advantage of an offer like that even if he'd probably feel too bad about it to do so. He's too much of a helper to ditch the mess after the good times.]

I'll keep it in mind, though, I wanna look at my options a bit, see if they have any cool venues I can uncover for everyone.

[Or, alternately, throw the equivalent of a warehouse party in one of the old abandoned theaters for that vague haunted old building aesthetic.]

Eeeh, if I'm not paying to put the party together, maybe I could just pay for some maids to do it! The kingly way. [that's delegation of resources, or something! Yep. Totally what a ruler does, have other people do the lame parts.]

If you throw it somewhere else, though, still count me in. Love a good party. Unless it's like, stuffy. You don't seem stuffy. [that's a compliment]

You sure you have enough money to do that here, Prince Charming? [Momo arches a brow good-naturedly - he's friends with a prince back home, even if he only very recently found out the guy was one, so royalty isn't exactly a sticking point for him.

Momo has to stick his tongue out between his sharp canines at even the implication a party he throws would be stuffy, though.] Hey, if I say I'm throwing a rager, it'll be a rager. I'm not a grandpa just yet.

[For most of the evening so far, Emil's been tending to the fire. For most people, that would probably be a bit of a downer at a party - a chore, doing work when he's supposed to be mingling and enjoying. But to Emil, maintaining a fire isn't a chore. Besides, lots of people have been swinging by to check out what he's doing (mostly adding more firewood and firestarter if it's needed, or wetting the ground around the stone ring the fire is contained in to make sure it doesn't get out of hand) and he's more than happy to chatter away with those people.

When Soren happens to wander by carrying a bag of marshmallows, Emil lights up and waves at him.]

Hey, mind if I grab one of those? I wouldn't mind roasting one, it's been ages since I had a proper toasted marshmallow.

[Soren had been wandering over to be just that kind of person, fresh log in one hand to add to the fire and chat with Emil. The other arm has the bag and he eyes it, before putting the firewood down just a bit short, because clearly, Emil's request is more important!]

Yeah, yeah- hold on! Lemme get thoooose... pokey stick deals! I want to roast some, too.

[he's given out enough of them at this point to see how other people put them over the fire. Sometimes two or three at a time?? What madness is this?

Retrieving the marshmallow pokers, Soren shuffles over to Emil's side and offers one, then the bag.]

[When Soren says he's gonna grab a couple of sticks to roast the marshmallows on and join him, Emil grins. It's always nice to have company, and he's still not used to the absolutely decadent amount of sugar this place has, at such low prices. It'll be a while stuffing his face full of it before he's back to eating normally, he thinks.

Once Soren is back with the sticks, Emil grins and nudges their shoulders together, taking one and piercing two marshmallows on it.]

I take it you've not done this very often? I can show you a cool trick to get way more crispy marshmallow crusts out of this whole thing.

I would appreciate one, yes.

[ Saber has been hunting for them for some time after someone introduced her to the concept of the "s'more". She has to try making one for herself. ]

It's difficult to make these strange sweet sandwiches without them...

[ Hey, Saber is out of her room! ]

[She is!! Soren's glad she decided to poke her head out and join the party. It's pretty easygoing, after all. By this time, Juza has properly introduced him to the strange, sweet sandwiches so he's eager to make more.

Taking a few from the bag, he'll poke them down onto a stick to go in the fire, handing it to her]

They're sooo good! I trust Juza to know a good sweet, he really likes that sorta stuff.

[Wow, Soren, way to call out your bonded for his very obvious behavior he futility attempts to hide....]

Does he? I wasn't aware.

[ She also has a bit of a sweet-tooth. It's a guilty pleasure, but one she's indulging in a bit more often these days. She takes the stick with a nod. ]

Would you like to accompany me? I admit, I thought your parties would be louder.

[Mikasa didn't really like large, rowdy groups. So she'd initially avoided it all. Especially with the slight buzz of the full moon starting up a few days earlier than normal. But then it wasn't so rowdy. And she could smell something cooking. Her antenna gave a twitch and then she's-

Just walking in? Not that anyone stopped her. She grabs a hot chocolate, checks it's hot chocolate, no enchantments or anything. After getting drunk on it before and Maria's warning she wasn't taking that slightly. And she settles on a log, a familiar stomach grumble starting up.

She just starts eating crackers and chocolate on they're own. Blinking at the white puff Soren was eating.]

...What is it?

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