pageant of the bizarre

[goodforsomething]

[Throughout the late afternoon and early evening, Stan seems to have put a surprising amount of effort into setting up the dining hall. It's not usually something he would do without any kind of potential gain, but hell - there's not a whole lot else to do here. And really, if he hangs up some of the ribbons from the sewing room, well, it's not like anybody was using them. He knows how to decorate for parties.

There is a conspicuous lack of glitter in any of the decorations, though. Too soon.

The only dish currently set out is a pan of cinnamon noodle kugel. It's a potluck, bring your own shit! He has bothered to make some punch, at least, as well as bringing down some booze from the bar. Maybe alcohol on Murder Night isn't the best idea, but he'll keep an eye out for anyone who decides to indulge. He'd have to anyway. Apparently passing out in the dining hall will end in explosions.

Speaking of rude and arbitrary rules: off to the side, there's a table labeled KINGMAKERS. There's only one piece of paper there now, a well-done drawing of what looks like a young, ostentatiously emo Mitt Romney. It's obviously Stan's, since he got here first, but he hasn't bothered to sign it; apparently you can submit anonymously or not, however you feel like. As long as we're all participating in the public mockery!]

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[cherryblooded]

[Cherryblod sets two plates on the food table - one of brownies, because how can he not, and one of pasta salad, because he was seriously worried that between him and Aqua there might not be enough actual food available in comparison to desserts.

As for the portraits, he signs his - it's definitely not his best work but that's intentional. The Kingmaker doesn't deserve effort in his portrait. Anyway, he got the impression of 'loser nerd' across, hopefully.

He's around the whole night, willing to approach anyone and chat them up, or be approached and congratulated on his clearly very accurate portrait.]

[isafraid]

[...It's gotten across, at least with one certain person here.]

I quite like this interpretation of the bloke! [He says with a laugh.]

[amygdalae]

[At the corner of the table for the Kingmaker drawings, there is a neatly placed picture there. It's unsigned, the entry cleary anonymous, and although the origin of this picture is a mystery people may have remembered or noticed Bruce hanging around said table near the beginning of the event...

He's certainly nowhere near that table now, though; he's just hanging out around the corner of the festivities, as usual, drinking some tea like always while eating whatever the potluck has to offer. For his dish he's made some Philippine Abodo, or at least as close as he can get to it with the ingredients that are around here.

From time to time he might go around and mingle a bit, but for the most past he's content with staying his corner.]

[cherryblooded]

[There are currently three entries. Cherryblod was the first to arrive after Stan, so he knows which one is Stan's, and which one is his. Therefore, the third belongs to the third person to show up.]

Wouldn't have taken you for the type, Bruce.

[goodforsomething]

Heeeeeeey!

[Stan's keeping a good enough eye on the contest entries. He approaches with a hand up for a high-five.]

[isafraid]

[.....stares

He. He recognizes that there's... like, a ton of dicks in this image, but. Uh.]

...Alright, now I'm at a loss for words.

[sleepingkogoro]

[Mouri doesn't join the Kingmaker portrait competition. He may have mellowed a bit since the beginning, but he still considers himself a mature adult and won't do something like this, no matter how much he spites the Kingmaker.

But at least he does bring food. It is some sort of roll with a crunchy shell, filled with what seems to be rice peppered with pieces of different kind of meats. It seems kind of...experimental. At least it is edible, if a bit salty.

The detective may be found nearby, reading a book, but anybody observant enough would notice he's paying close attention to the food. He wants to know if he made something people can enjoy, at least]

[cherryblooded]

[They're on speaking terms again, so Cherryblod feels like it's alright to go interrupt Mouri "reading".]

You made the rolls, right?

[They were definitely rolls, even if he's not sure exactly what else he could call them.]

[garudynamic]

[Someone seems to be going to town on the rolls, that's for sure- Yosuke had taken one when picking over all the food, and after a bite had pulled over a bowl of his own stew. The stew had ended up a LITTLE bland due to his inexperience with seasoning, but spooned onto the salty rolls? Oh man he is in heaven right now.]

[penduli]

[ it's just too bad they didn't have the ingredients for haggis.

Black's come bearing a lovely shepherd's pie to make up for it (lamb, for the curious, since he's used to it) and... of course he'd be entering, he needs to use his pens up.

......which explains the realistic sheep portrait drawn with the creepy nolo pens sitting with the rest of the entries. ...the sheep also has a crown on it, not pictured.

he's taken the corner of a table for himself to work on a few stuffed animals; there's the larger golden retriever from before, alongside what looks like a shrimp and a frog. ]

[cherryblooded]

[Of course Cherryblod has to come investigate once he sees the shrimp.]

To be honest, I was going to laugh if you asked me what my favorite animal was.

[goodforsomething]

Hahahaha! I like it!

[Stan is appreciative of the sheep.]

[garudynamic]

[As the night wears on Yosuke saunters his way over towards Black]

Only a couple more hours till I win.

[ratingspoint]

[...Black, what the actual fuck is that sheep- ]

That is actually terrifying, I love it.

[pokexplorer]

[Colress approaches after checking out the entries. Before he even says anything, he looks hella impressed.]

You managed that using only the pre-programmed pens? Black, that is rather amazing!

...Might I ask what animal it is?

[It looks kinda like a Mareep but he's pretty sure it's not that.]

[captainobnoxious]

[To Sigrun's credit, she tried. And then just decided not to bring it because it'd be offensive to at least three people here. She's not a creative person, okay, not when it comes to trying to think up faces for people.

(She may have taken bits and pieces of people here as her inspiration. This is Never being shown. Look, she's learning!)

... But their beloved leader does have some braised salmon to offer for her meal, as tired as she seems. Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday were all such work days; Thursday proved to be the day she pretty much dozed herself out between working on the final touches of one piece of her project with the intention of going back to the wood one later.

Don't mind if she just yawns away at a table. She won't drop off, and honestly will perk up should anyone come by to say hello. Conversation gives her energy!]

[cherryblooded]

You don't mind if I don't have any of your dish, do you?

[He doesn't mind preparing fish, assuming that it was never intelligent. But he's not big on eating it himself.]

[garudynamic]

[Yosuke doesn't have a Kingmaker pic- he tried a few times, but he spent too much time working on his maps instead. But he does bring food! A veggie stew- it's a little bland but the veggies are cooked right and it actually mixes well with some of the other dishes.

He wanders around, sampling the food. Though the later it gets the more jittery he is- after all, if the routine keeps up...]

[captainobnoxious]

[When it starts getting later, Sigrun is no less tired than she was at the beginning and yet she sees these tense children and will be throwing an arm around Yosuke, putting him in a chokehold and a noogie to boot.]

Lighten up, lazybones! You look more like a kitten than kitten does!

[isafraid]

[Honestly, pork pie is an easy enough dish to prepare when one isn't the greatest chef in the world. And it tastes good- despite it being rather simple looking compared to some of the other things set out here.

As for the Kingmaker portrait... he was never a great artist- never really something he focused on in life really. So his offering for this little contest isn't exactly a portrait... but several sketchy attempts at a caricature. Who's to say the Kingmaker isn't some horrifying shadow monster?

You... never know...!

He'll go around, sampling a bit of everything, checking out the portraits. Although as the night stretches on, you might catch him taking more and more glances at his pocket watch...]

[captainobnoxious]

[... and that pocket watch is being taken from him, thank you, snapped shut rather decisively.]

The more you look at the time the more worried you'll be, so just leave it. It's a party, fluffhead! You can think about anything you want on the way back to your room, not while you're here, got it?

[notjustawriter]

[Gabriel can't cook very well, but he still manages to bring a risotto dish to the potluck. It's probably a little on the overcooked side, but it's edible, so that's the important thing.

As for the portrait, he can't draw worth a crap, but that's the entire point of this, isn't it? He sets aside an unsigned portrait in with the rest of the pile before he starts to mingle about, asking people what they've brought and spending a bit too much time looking at the talisman around his neck.]

[goodforsomething]

Geez, that thing looks expensive.

[It's not exactly a compliment, but he's not wrong...?]

[isafraid]

...Now that's an interesting bit of jewelry.

[Yes, Speedwagon, that's an excellent way to introduce yourself out of the blue.]

Pardon me for noticing you with it.

[ratingspoint]

[Mettaton doesn't have much to contribute tonight by way of artwork, but he is most definitely here for the sake of socializing; the week has been...acceptably okay for the most part. Some things have been better than others, but for now he's just trying to keep his spirits up and not focus on the fact that statistically speaking, this'll suck and someone will die a lot.

But for now he's content to disregard the notion that they do not have a good track record with Thursday nights; as is to be expected, he's not partaking in food, but fuck everything if he hasn't managed to make something made utterly out of lies - it...looks like burgers? Only they're purple and weirdly sparkly and actually biting into one or breaking it apart will reveal that they are made out of goddamn cake and fondant because of course they are.

The cake is not quite a lie; rather, the cake is comprising the lies. Or something.

Otherwise, though, he's brought down one of those guitars from the music room upstairs, and he's here to just kind of sit and socialize if he's approached but otherwise just kind of fuck around and see what he can actually manage.

...The result is a lot of "So anyway, here's Wonderwall" because Yosuke has helped him learn exactly one song on this damn thing. At least he sort of knows some of the words now? He's just kind of muttering them to himself under his breath but at least he seems to be enjoying himself. And clearly, that's what matters.]

[goodforsomething]

So what's the deal with these?

[Stan has a lie burger on a plate. He's currently dissecting it with a fork - he learned last time not to unthinkingly down any of Mettaton's culinary offerings.]