open; THE GRAND PHANTOM HEIST

[wingstosee]

» WHO? Anyone and everyone!
» WHEN? 5/24, possibly going into the wee hours of the morning.
» WHERE? The bar, Deck 3.
» WHAT? Venus has a convoluted plot to get everyone into a room and drinking.
» WARNINGS? Hopefully, nothing past alcohol consumption and discussions/drinking games!


[ the announced day has come, and the hour draws ever closer. in mere hours, everyone on the station will come to know...

THE WRATH OF THE PHANTOM THIEF.
by which i mean, the station-wide drinking party venus has been wanting to throw since she got here. let's keep things friendly, everyone!


ooc: top-level prompts posted as headings below! feel free to post your own top-levels under the headings! ]

Comments

[hopefragment]

Um-

[he doesn't know where she's going, and he's honestly a little concerned that she's crawling around to-- oh, okay. Get her stuffed animal and-- yeah.

Yeah, he kind of figured she was going to hit him with it again, though in spite of himself, his hands come up too late to block it. That's weird, he really did try to block it.]

Ow, hey!

[He almost apologizes again when she says not to apologize, but he bites his tongue and just frowns at her, holding the stuffed animal hostage so she can't hit him with it again.]

What was that for?

[bu773rfly]

Mrrrnnng.

[Emotions suck on a normal day and even more so when you're too drunk to articulate them!!!

She narrows her eyes, commits, and lunges to grab for her dear captured friend.]

[hopefragment]

Gaaaahhh!!

[Hajime isn't a quiet boy when startled. Hajime is actually a rather loud boy in many occasions, though he's tried to keep a fairly low profile during his time here. The lunge startles him enough that he shouts, probably loudly enough to cut through the whole room for a moment, and he tosses the stuffed animal back before she can physically tackle him.]

Here, here!

[bu773rfly]

[SNATCHED before she can make him feel too awkward, thankfully. Erika scoots back into place and dusts Toto off with meticulous care.]

That's against the...rules of engagement, Hinata. Taking hostages.

[hopefragment]

[THANKS for being more respectful of his space than Ryuji ever has been.]

Do people usually hit other people with hostages?

[It slips out just as easily as the apology earlier, the kind of thing he'd usually try to keep to himself. That's probably the alcohol at fault, distracting him from what he's actually saying aloud instead of merely thinking.]

I still don't know why you smacked me in the first place.

[bu773rfly]

She's not my hostage because we're on the same side.

[Obviously?? Erika tucks Toto back into her pocket and crosses her arms.]

You must have done something bad. [fuck if she can remember.]

[hopefragment]

[He just sighs and laughs helplessly, taking another drink from his bottle before shaking his head.]

Alright, alright. Whatever I did, I won't do it again.

[Whatever it was.]

What were we talking about, anyway?

[bu773rfly]

I don't remember.

[Which in and of itself is a novel, bizarre feeling, one that's been trickling through her perception since coming here and widened to a flood once she got into the drinking game. Not remembering. A process of dropping bits and pieces of herself as she goes, or deliberately shaving them off and watching them scatter.

Probably not a healthy thing to be doing.

Maybe it's just zeroing out the equation. Unhealthy body, reasonably healthy mind. Healthy body, unhealthy mind. But mind-body dualism is a crock of shit, so...?]

I don't remember. [She repeats herself at a thoughtful murmur, playing with the sleeves of her crossed arms.] I think maybe, I'm not going to remember saying I don't remember. Like it never happened. Then it's just... [She loses track of the train of thought.] If you remember I said it, then you have to...then that's...

[She gestures broadly and mysteriously, willing her point to materialize in Hinata's mind.]

[hopefragment]

[Whatever point she's hoping to materialize just... doesn't. Hajime tilts his head, waiting for her to elaborate, but just laughs softly when she doesn't.]

Alright, I'll remember you saying you don't remember. How's that?

[He's not planning to drink nearly enough to forget anything. For some reason, the concept of forgetting things makes him uncomfortable in a foreboding way he can't really explain.]

[bu773rfly]

That's good.

[And there we go, that's an honest-to-god smile that jumps onto Erika's face, despite the lingering haze of grouchiness. The contrast makes it look almost smug or sly.]

[hopefragment]

[Oh... she's smiling. Even if it's grouchy, even if it's a little bit smug, it's a smile nonetheless. And that makes him smile, enough that he can't help but remark,]

I like your smile.

[...He flushes and holds up both hands, trying to stave off any protest or, who knows, Ryuji swooping in to nonverbally threaten him for giving a girl a compliment.]

N-Not in a creepy way! Just, you should maybe... smile more often. It suits you.

[bu773rfly]

[How very lucky that she is too drunk to paper over her immediate response:

to flush and look away, silent, hoping that if she stays still and quiet and doesn't engage until the subject changes that that will be enough.]

[hopefragment]

[Oh... that kind of reaction is cute, too, but he has enough sense to hold his tongue this time. Instead he just laughs quietly, planting a hand on the ground and starting to push himself to his feet.]

C'mon, let's go find somewhere to sit that isn't the floor. I don't feel like doing laundry just yet, you know?

[He offers her a hand. Please let him help you up, friend.]