Wednesday Group Lunch

[latinumsbetter]

[Sometime mid-morning on Wednesday, the Eatery and Kitchen will suddenly be bustling with activity. First, the sounds of cookery start to trickle out into the hall, quickly followed by some delicious smells. If one peeks in, they might see Lebkuchen kneading dough while Cerejiera gives her some instructions on modern oven use. There are others chopping vegetables, and some point Ranma’s cooking something on the stove. Soon enough, food starts to come out and fill the table. Fresh bread and soup, various other dishes, as well as apfelstreudel and lebkuchen for dessert. To drink, there’s coffee (Vanity) and tea (Sayo) and some kind of fruity, delicious punch that combines peaches, grenadine and something almond-y, reminiscent of something familiar to at least one of you. At the same time, the table starts to be set up, plates and cups levatating through the air with alicorn magic while Aoi has been trusted with…the napkins. Once the table is mostly set, runners are sent out to invite (or strongly encourage, if needed) those missing to a lunch in the Eatery. Which is now for sure 100% safe from Rube Goldberg-esque accidents, courtesy of Alex.

So come in! Grab a seat, a drink, and some food. Time to get to know each other a little better.]


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[phototraces]

[She’s looking but goddamn she’s also staring at Aoi’s face as she just kind of holds her hand.]

Girl, we need to talk. You can’t just—offer to strip in front of everyone! We have kids, a cat—-we have a nun! Plus who knows if any of those guys are perverts!

[yourheroine]

Oh. That was weird, then?

[Well, her friends had a similar reaction to her trying to strip.]

[raisethemoon]

[Her ears do flick forward sharply at that.]

It is alright!

[An automatic response, blurted out. She is usually the one in that place; she does not like seeing it on someone else.]

[yourheroine]

[Aoi is a little surprised to hear it, but she looks over.]

You don't think Aoi's weird, Princess Luna?

[raisethemoon]

I do not understand much of what you have said, but you do not seem any more strange than anyone else here! We are all simply from very different lands...and species! 'Tis only natural that we will all need some time to...get to know each other?

[yourheroine]

[Luna does make Aoi feel more confident in her assertion of what the game is about.]

Mmhmm. We still have to learn about each other if we're gonna help rebuild.

...do magic horses not have video games?

[raisethemoon]

...if it is a matter of modern technology, I may just be unaware.

[dont worry about why!]

[yourheroine]

Boop boop...horse consoles...

[She's considering this.]

You don't know? Is it because you're too busy being a princess?

[raisethemoon]

[WE SAID DON'T WORRY ABOUT IT]

..........I am very old.

[yourheroine]

Oh.

You look great for your age!

[raisethemoon]

Thank you, I suppose? I have not physically aged for quite some time. Alicorns are immortal, as long as we hold onto our power.

[phototraces]

I also don’t think it’s bad just—I don’t know what to think aside from the fact that some things shouldn’t be done in public.

[raisethemoon]

Oh!

[Well, yes, she's not seen any of them without clothing on besides Mikhail. It must be a human cultural thing.]

Ponies usually just wear clothes for aesthetic reasons, or if it is cold. But I suppose you are all very bald! You must be chilled often!

[phototraces]

Yeah. We’re kind of bald. I just didn’t want Aoi to get chilled.

[A lie but like some people are naive here let’s not traumatize the Honse.]

[raisethemoon]

[She's like a billion years old! She knows where foals come from! Clothing just seems unrelated to her.]

Cw: sexual implications

[phototraces]

Look—yeah, it was but okay, you’ve got some quirks but it’s just… look, Aoi, some guys are rotten. I can’t let that happen, okay? You’re a sweet innocent girl. I’d say you remind me of my sister but she’s not as sweet.

cw: sexual implications, toxic masculinity??

[yourheroine]

Aoi knows there's a lot of perverted guys. They can't help themselves.

[What Wendy says about her specifically makes her pause though.]

Innocent...

Nobody's...ever called Aoi that before.

cw: sexual implications, toxic masculinity??

[phototraces]

It really sucks. That’s why we’ve got to watch out for each other.

[She sighs, letting the breath she was holding out.]

Sorry. Sorry… I know I can be a control freak. I just didn’t know what to think and…

[Is Aoi innocent or dirty? Who knows, Wendy doesn’t and she really doesn’t care.]

I’m sorry.

cw: sexual implications, kiiinda slut shaming?

[yourheroine]

Boop boop?

[Wendy's concerned over her? Even if Aoi's weird and dirtier than she can say right now?

There are only a few people who have been this concerned for Aoi before.

Having another makes Aoi feel happy.]

Don't worry about it.

[A ghost of a smile shows on Aoi's face for a moment.]

What's Wendy's sister like?

[phototraces]

Alright. Just… I don’t think being weird is bad.

[Just putting it out there!]

Julie is… a wild child. She’s a couple years younger than me and she’s already snuck out of the house more times than I can count.

[yourheroine]

[Aw. Wendy really does seem kind.]

Wild child...what's she sneaking out to do?

Cw: teenage tobacco use

[phototraces]

At least compared to me—I was pretty boring at her age. Thank God she had good taste in friends; I would have gone crazy otherwise. Usually just for small get togethers with her friends, sometimes just to meet up at one of their houses after grabbing a bite to eat or staring at boys. She did try smoking cigarettes a few times.

[Wendy breathed out a laugh.]

I think she stopped after her friend’s dad quit smoking.

cw teen tobacco use

[yourheroine]

It's better than not having them. If her friends are good, she'll be okay.

Friends...are supposed to look out for each other, right?

cw: um. disassociation and gore?

[phototraces]

...Yeah. Yeah they are.

[Wendy's silent for a moment. For a moment it's like she's staring off into space. The screaming of the horse. Julie's sheer panic. The sounds of the crowd. Amber and Perry crowding in.

The soft thud of the flagpole. The warm spray of blood on her face.

Wendy blinks. Swallowing.]

Friends... are definitely good.

[It just sucks when you lose them.]

[catsgothistongue]

[he recoils reflexively hearing that work, though he stifles back down his throat whatever snide remark he had when he sees she's talking about the guys in general which]