For all that's true, for all you do

[shuttermouse]

[ A note goes up on the fridge shortly after Chie signs the chicken petition on Monday: ]



[ Come 6 pm, she has prepared some coffee and tea so people can have something to drink while watching the shenanigans that will happen, as well as hot sauce as penalty for refusing a dare. So come here and have fun, y'all. ]

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[ninehundredlives]

[Why is she here, honestly?

Susan doesn't normally let herself get dragged to anything - at least, she wouldn't if anyone ever tried it to begin with. People don't usually want her at parties.

She'll sit off to the side and watch, but she's not playing. What is she, thirteen?]

[forcegalactic]

Ready for a drinkin' game? [Mordecai walks up next to her holds up the bottle of sake he received from the vending machine.] There's a pattern to these kindsa games, kissin' comes up often.

[ninehundredlives]

There's alcohol here now?

[Susan looks vaguely intrigued.] Alright, you're on.

[forcegalactic]

[With that, he leads her to the table where a pair of triangular shot glasses rest on the table. There's some small blossoms inside them for decoration.]

So, anythin' that delves into a romantic or sexual tension situation's fair game. [He pours one shot for himself.] I would think of takin' a short when someone refuses, but that happens too often to be fun.

[ninehundredlives]

There's enough teenagers here. [She picks up one of the glasses, peering inside before she fills it. Fancy.] It won't take too long.

[forcegalactic]

[And just then, Asuka asks Dio to take his shirt off.]

Think that counts? Sorta borderline, in my opinion.

[ninehundredlives]

Have you heard the way they talk about him? It counts.

[Just because she hasn't joined the Keep Dio Shirtless Squad doesn't mean she's not aware of it, okay]

[forcegalactic]

[He raises his glass to his mouth.] Now that's a good point! [He downs the shot and--it looks like he's recoiling from how unexpectedly strong it is, but the disgusted look he gives the bottle says otherwise.]

What? Susan, tell me if this tastes the least bit like alcohol.

[ninehundredlives]

[Taking her own shot, she looks speculatively at the glass.]

It's been a long time since I really drank. But no, not at all.

[forcegalactic]

[He makes a gruff noise.]

Thought so. What kinda joke is it to put somethin' that ain't alcohol in a bottle like this?! [It would be fitting to throw the whole thing away, but there's no other booze in the building. No chance they're taking shots of juice; what are they, eleven?]

Back luck keeps on followin' me. [He sighs and fills it up again.] But once we get started, we can't stop, even if this ain't a proper drinkin' game, right?

[ninehundredlives]

It's something to do.

[Susan looks a little amused. Bad luck - that's an understatement.] I'd rather not get caught up in that game instead.

[forcegalactic]

[He turns to watch Bakugou walk up to Jean for his dare

The Barkeep stifles a laugh.] That didn't take too long. Look how hard it's for him, you'd think he's be feelin' the genuine thing!

[He raises his glass. Clink?]

[ninehundredlives]

[Susan smiles. That IS pretty funny.]

Honestly, he's looking right at his eyes.

[Clink!]

[hashtagafreakingghost]

[Hi Susan. Ashley shuffles over to her with some bandages and skin ointment in her hands. They're still quite red from her, uh, excessive attempts to stop feeling horrible yesterday by literally scrubbing her skin off, along with her face and presumably other parts of her body unseen. She resembles a dog that's gotten into a box of treats, honestly.]

Um, hi. Susan. Uhhh... So I kind of messed up yesterday.

[honey...]

[ninehundredlives]

...I see.

[Honestly she's not even going to ask what happened. She's been there, or at least in the neighborhood.]

You want me to help bandage you up?

[hashtagafreakingghost]

[Thank you for not asking, you are the physician she's ever met.]

Maybe? Asuka helped me with this stuff yesterday. [Ointment.] But...I don't know what to do to get it to heal.

[ninehundredlives]

The ointment is a good start. You should keep it from rubbing against things too. It'll heal on its own eventually.

[hashtagafreakingghost]

Ohhh that might be a problem. [Ashley glances down at her left arm.] It's kinda...all over and I don't have any short sleeves?

[ninehundredlives]

Oh.

[Eeeeesh]

Does it hurt?

[hashtagafreakingghost]

I think it's mostly...tender. It stings. Especially when I bump into something.

[ninehundredlives]

Well, at least roll your sleeves up. If it gets worse, you should bandage it.

[hashtagafreakingghost]

Okay. And there's the skirt for my leg... And I can just be careful for the side... [...She really made a mistake.]

...It might be a little hard to do by myself, uh...if it's not improving by Wednesday can I...ask you for help?

[ninehundredlives]

Of course. [That's why she's here! Or something]

If you can find some talcum powder around, that would help with the chafing too.

[hashtagafreakingghost]

Talcum powder, okie-dokie. I'll duck out early and check the infirmary.

[...] Are you, uh...enjoying the "party?"

[ninehundredlives]

I guess so. I don't go to many parties.

...but it's fun to watch?