seasonsrpg | Potluck Mingle: Welcome Party

When March 2nd Where Blossomcrown Central Park
What Potluck Mingle/Welcome Party

About.

What had started with Mami stress-baking far too much cake and offering to give some away, had lead to a number of other offers to bring food, and soon she had ended up in charge of a substantial potluck mingle. Well, she supposed it would make for a nice welcome party for everyone else who had been dragged into this strange new world with her!

And so, a number of small tables and picnic blankets had been set out with cakes, cookies, hot dogs, burgers and other sweet and savoury treats that her and others had been brought along. Mami had even taken the time to decorate the table with little flowers that she'd gathered as well, just to add to the atmosphere that the cherry blossom trees already provided.

Hopefully it would be a relaxing, pleasant afternoon.

Notes.

OOC: Feel free to make your own TLs, mingle, interact with each other and all of that stuff! I'll add a comment at the top for people to add what they're bringing along for reference (but contributions are of course not mandatory).

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[ Bridget, admittedly, hasn't brought anything to contribute. Mostly because she's not much of a cook and she's still getting used to this place--but meeting the people who can make sure she stays anchored here is important. So here she is. Nibbling on a cupcake and eying the others. Soundwave's avatar gets a wide-eyed look. ]

Cooooool...

[ She murmurs, half to herself. ]

That's such a cool look!

[ That part a bit louder, more obviously meant for the longer in the corner to respond to. ]

['Cooooool...'

He heard that, thanks to his sensitive hearings, but he figures that it was directed to something or someone else rather than himself. Well, the holoavatar, technically.

He's looking at the frogs, both cooked and raw, served up on the table. Ugh. Gross. They look slimy...]

Do humans eat these creatures?

[He mutters to himself, before he hears the same voice, much louder, and the remark is seemingly directed towards him? Mildly surprised, the avatar turns to Bridget, blinking behind the visor.]

Are you... Talking about me?

[ The frogs get a mystified glance and Bridget squints. ]

N-nooo? At least not where I come from. Maybe in France?

[ A pause, then Bridget gives a bright, beaming smile. ]

Yeah! Your style is so cool! It's so unique, too!

Ah... Unique?

[The avatar looks down at "herself". He can see where the other is coming from, considering how the avatar is dressed compared to the others, here.

As stoic as he tends to be, and it reflects on the avatar beneath the mask, there is a sense that he feels a bit bashful with Bridget's sincere remark.]

I didn't pick this style myself, but thank you. [Technically not. It was his avatar's generator that picked this for him- a form that share some similarities with his real body.] I prefer this outfit, than the previous one I wore.

You didn't? Ah... well, it still really suits you.

[ That the 'woman' in front of Bridget speaks in a sort of low, electronic voice doesn't really seem to bother or confuse her. People come in all shapes and sizes, after all. ]

What did you wear before?

[There's a pregnant pause, as Soundwave finds one word that really describe the previous "outfit".]

Unremarkable. Plain clothes and a hoodie. Nothing close as... unique as what I am currently wearing.

[There's another pause.]

Though I might have to look for new casual outfit soon... Instead of wearing only this all the time.

Well, it's good to have choice. I know what it's like to have a favorite piece of clothing, though.

[ Bridget says, hugging her own hoodie a little closer. ]

Those clothes do attract a lot attention, though. Something more casual would be nice, I'm sure.

Basically, my thought.

[The previous world at least these clothes don't look like they were out of place. Here, though? They do attract attention, like it had with Bridget.]

Mm. I am still terrible at picking outfits, though. [Even if he wasn't an alien mech masquerading as a human, he'd still have a hard time with that.]

Mmm, maybe you should find someone who can help you, then?

[ Beam! This nice woman must have friends, right? Bridget is just a little ray of sunshine. ]

[What friends...? Well, he had friends, but they aren't here with him.]

Maybe...? But I do not know anyone here who could help me.

[Y'know, given the purpose of the potluck, here.... Maybe he should be doing exactly that, making friends. But the beaming look on the other's face isn't what he call subtle.]

Can you help...?

Ah...

[ Bridget rubs the back of her neck, suddenly awkward. ]

Oh, I don't know if I'm any good at that stuff.

Is that so...

[He picks up a brownie from the plate.]

Still better than me, I'd imagined. I practically have no, ah... Fashion sense.

[He shrugs, then pops a piece of brownie into his mouth, vut right after pulling down the avatar's mask. ... Hm? That's a new taste.]

[ Bridget tilts her head. ]

Ah, I suppose I can help I just... don't want to give you bad advice.

I wouldn't even know if it was bad advice, anyway.

[He admits before popping another brownie.]

Besides, I trust you at least would know what would look... cool, yes? [Cool, but also not standing out much? He's not sure if it's possible, but....]

W-Well, I'd know!

[ Bridget asks the question nervously. ]

Er, I guess? I'll do my best!

We can plan to, ah... shop for clothes later. Do not fail me when the time comes.

[Unnecessarily adding pressure to her with that.]

Ah, I've forgotten to introduce myself. My name is Soundwave.

Soundwave? That's a... cool name.

[ An odd one, but pretty cool? She thinks? ]

Eh? Fail you? Oh geeze, now the pressures on! Ehehe.

[ A nervous smile. ]

I'm Bridget.

[This girl sure thinks he's cool, huh. Honestly, he's not sure how to handle that fact.]

You are... Cool, too, Bridget.

[He is trying.]

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