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Laios Touden ([personal profile] dunchies) wrote in [community profile] bottlecaplogs2025-12-02 06:57 pm

[ open mingle log ] birthday boy boltund

WHO: Laios and friends, old and new
WHAT: A belated birthday dinner, mixed with a housewarming and welcome party
WHEN: Evening of December 1st
WHERE: Laios’s mid-tier house
WARNINGS: Pokémon as food, alcohol mention



a. appetizers

[ Look closely at the quest board lately, and you might find a posting that doesn't quite belong. A flyer, handmade yet carefully crafted, with an important announcement: Please join us for a special dinner! All are welcome!

There's a hastily made correction too, scratching off the November 26th date for December 1st. With the snowstorm and influx of newcomers, changes had to be made. No matter. The party must go on. Just be sure to follow the directions when that new date finally arrives, up the Canopy toward the far corner of the mid-tier housing. You'll eventually find a humbly decorated abode, warmly lit with candles and all manner of foods to try. There's plenty of options to choose from, ranging from soups to skewers, with respect to the various opinions on dietary choices around here.

Then, of course, front and center, are the meals made with special thanks to their contributors. Feel free to taste test them with your fellow party-goers, or perhaps ask your host what exactly might be in this thing.
]

b. entrees

[ Later into the party, you might be interested in starting up a few games to pass the time. There's always those sleepover classics, or maybe one of the board games Laios borrowed from the Archives. Both seem to be all the rage these days. The birthday boy seems plenty excited to join in for either!

For non-game enthusiasts, you're more than welcome to a slice of cheesecake — pumpkin or Pumpkaboo flavor, courtesy of the resident pirate chef Sanji. Now might even be a good time to get Laios to finally open that present you brought, after bringing it all this way.
]

c. desserts

[ It’s a bit later in the evening when Ribombee makes his brief appearance. He doesn’t have much time to stay and chat with the other guests — always a busy bee, he is — but he does manage to pull Laios outside to talk for a time. One could only imagine the birthday wishes being given to one of the guild leader's most special of boys.

Not long after arriving, Ribombee flutters off yet again, leaving behind a gift basket of fancy bottles and cheeses. Laios simply sits at the edge of the platform, staring into the distance, until the bug is finally out of view. All alone now, he lowers his head. Maybe it's time to bring him back in before it gets too cold.
]

Oh! [ Whether he knows you well or not, he puts on a smile for whoever might approach. ] S-sorry, I got a little distracted.

[ If you’re old enough, he might motion toward the basket, offering: ] Want to try some? I don’t really like to drink alone.

[ If you’re younger, or just not inclined toward alcohol, he’ll instead say: ] It’s a nice night, right? I never realized how bright the stars can get.

d. snacks

( ooc: your classic wildcard option. note that along with the meals made for the player quest, you can assume there's more standard options too, with and without meat. all prompts are open to play around with, so feel free to mingle and mix it up too. happy to toss laios at anything! )
telewarped: (I choose to move forward)

[personal profile] telewarped 2026-02-02 01:33 am (UTC)(link)
Well, don't expect me to give you one.

[She does have a gift for Laios hidden away inside the hollow of her disguise-head, but it was only by lucky coincidence that she managed to find one in time at all. The jar of Honey was a quest reward that she had stashed away some time ago with no real purpose for it in mind.]

Honestly, I doubt he even cares about that, considering what he put on the flyer. [All are welcome! it said.] Maybe having enough Pokémon around to make this a real dinner party is a gift to him. Or something cheesy like that.

[She pauses to look Kris up and down.]

... But if you're actually worried about it, you could always offer him a scale of yours. Or a tooth. I bet he'd be into that.

[The glint of mischief in her eyes seems to imply that she wouldn't be opposed to knocking said scale or tooth out herself.]
heartonachain: i'm always in your place (050)

[personal profile] heartonachain 2026-02-02 10:18 pm (UTC)(link)
[Maybe the real gift is the friends we made along the way... unless.

They turn their whole head towards her, all of their attention drawn by the insane suggestion of "give him a scale or a tooth". Who does that? Knock out one of their own teeth as a gift? Would he actually be into that??

...]


♥︎ Do it do it do it do it   Do not do that


Dude. You're a genius.

Got any really hard rocks? [The teeth grow back! It'd be wasteful NOT to knock out a few!]
telewarped: (Could lead to another)

[personal profile] telewarped 2026-02-03 05:52 am (UTC)(link)
I was joking, you freak.

[But she's not surprised at all that they're agreeing to it in earnest.]

And what would you need the rock for anyway, when you've got me around? [She snakes out an arm to grab hold of her tail-stick, hoisting it up like a club.] One good Play Rough oughta do it.

[Is she still joking? It's impossible to tell.]
heartonachain: i could be a canvas (126)

[personal profile] heartonachain 2026-02-06 04:08 am (UTC)(link)
[Instead of answering like a normal person (they're not)(no one was thinking this anyway) they simply lunge at the tail-stick and clamp down on it with their jaws. Playfully, but Roughly.

Take them out boss they're not giving up until you knock a tooth out of there—]
telewarped: (Time to quit stalling)

[personal profile] telewarped 2026-02-07 07:43 am (UTC)(link)
Wh—hey!

[In that instant, it's completely obvious: she was (mostly) joking. She tries to pull her tail-stick away, but Kris is latched on so securely that she winds up just dragging them along with it. She huffs, half-annoyed and half-amused.]

Oh, so that's how it's gonna be, huh? [Fine! she thinks to herself. Maybe she wasn't joking after all! Time to throw them around a little. She starts to yank and hiss and generally make a scene of herself—all to no avail. Kris' teeth remain intact, carving new divots into the wood of her tail-stick.] Moss-for-Brains! You're getting dragon slobber all over my—Ugh!

[They get their wish then. A surge of energy moves through the stick; bright pink light spills between Kris' fangs as she gives a final, sharp yank: an only-slightly-weaker-than-usual Play Rough.]

Get—off already—!
heartonachain: or if you're trying to break me (024)

cw: amateur dentistry

[personal profile] heartonachain 2026-03-04 09:27 pm (UTC)(link)
[Kris allows their body to be ragdolled around in an honestly impressive display of jaw-strength. Of course, they are also (mostly) joking... just, y'know, the kind of "joking" you should put several quotations marks around and also end with an unless...?? They wouldn't be mad if she actually did knock their teeth out. They are, quite literally, asking for it.

But this is starting to turn into a Scene. They can feel people staring at them, and Shoka is sounding more and more frustrated... maybe the joke has gone on long enough. She's probably annoyed with them enough already. They should stop before they end up breaking her tail, or something else.

These are all sane and reasonable thoughts that Kris is having. They do not let go. They don't even attempt to.

Luckily, they don't have to reflect on why they're like this because Shoka's patience finally runs out. The tail flares with a burning light and on reflex the Deino finally lets go—but a single stubborn fang is still hooked into the wood when she yanks her tail back. Their body jerks forward before they crash into the floor, a tiny spurt of blood shooting across the room.

...

* Shoka found a Dragon Fang!]
telewarped: (Brimming with fright)

[personal profile] telewarped 2026-03-05 02:01 am (UTC)(link)
[Only belatedly—once Kris has collapsed on the floor before her—does Shoka realize what she's done. She pulls her tail-stick (plus Dragon Fang) back with a huff, and then gasps aloud in horror.]

Kris—!

[She skitters closer, ghostly hands hovering uselessly over their crumpled form. They're bleeding (got an impressive arc on the blood splatter, too, apparently, judging by the short cry of alarm that rings out from somewhere across the room), and their tooth is...

(She thinks suddenly of the beach, and of white sands decorated with bloodied pink feathers—)]


Oh my god—are you okay? [Of course they're not! Their tooth is literally out and she's just holding it!] I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to actually—...