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Who:

popsometags, their cr, their cr's cr...
When: Early April
Where: Source Below: Cerealia's most surreal karaoke bar
What: How do you come to terms with death and disappearance? Get hammered and sing about it, obviously.
Rating/Warning: alcohol, hot tubs, death mentions, and j-pop

Ket Whiss is gone for good, and Minato has returned from his PLAYER ONE GAME OVER moment, courtesy of a hungry monster. And there's the residual trauma of everyone's jungle/elemental adventures.

So, well. Why not have a party?

Source Below is Cerealia's most popular — and most surreal — karaoke bar. It features a costume closet, with hundreds of outfits to try on, for that full idol experience. There are themed rooms: one with overflowing candy, another built to resemble the interior of a spaceship, one full of robotic cats who yowl in time with the music, to a pitch-black room filled with pairs of enormous, glowing, slowly-blinking eyes....

But Team Catastrophe's party isn't in any of these, because none of these losers made a reservation. Instead, they got stuck with the only one left, covered in white tile, with a hot tub in the center.

This is a bad idea on so many levels, but it's not as if that's ever stopped anybody.

(ooc: open to any extended cr, feel free to handwave how you heard about it. the more the merrier!)

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[It's to remind them of their questionable life choices, of course. She'll compile some mini photo albums for them.]

You can if you have no friends.

[Or if you just wanted some quiet time by yourself, belting out songs at the top of your lungs.]

And yeah, we did. You fell asleep on me.

Ah, well... I guess I just never wanted to do it by myself, then.

[ Straight copping to having been a friendless loser, once. It doesn't seem to bother him, though.

What does seem to bother him is what she brings up. He has the grace to wince, at least. ]

I remember. I'm so sorry. The jungle is a pretty rough place to be, sometimes. [ Somewhat sheepishly: ] I couldn't make it up to you somehow, could I?

[....did he just admit to being friendless...]

Well, it takes all kinds.

[This is as close to kindness as she can manage right now while surrounded by all these people making dumb choices.]

At least you didn't fall asleep on me for hours. [Like Minato did.] So you could start by paying for another drink.

[ What, is that weird? Hasn't everyone been a totally, utterly friendless loser at least once??

Well, he'll sigh and bob his head in a nod. ]

I can certainly oblige that. In fact, I probably owe you more than one drink. What would you like? [ He hesitates, realizing that if he got her name then, he ... doesn't remember it. Damn bugs. ]

[She'd never admit to having been a friendless loser once, at five years old so. Yes, it's only him.]

Hm...this one.

[She points at yet another chocolate drink, still knowing his name and not worrying if he knew her name or not.]

You got it.

[ A beat, and he .... sighs, giving in and rubbing the back of his neck. ]

Could I ask for your name? If I got it in the jungle, I ... don't remember. Sorry. [ He has the good grace to wince. ]

[And because she's feeling exceedingly generous today (and because she's keeping half an eye on Hyoubu), she only raises an eyebrow at him when she sees how uncomfortable he seems to be.]

You forgot, huh....I'm hurt.

[But she's laughing after she says that.]

I'm Shiho. Sannomiya Shiho. And you are? [Yu Narukami. She tried to lift him in the jungle, so she has his name already. She won't take the chance that he might remember he never actually told her his name though.]