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Who: Oz & Friends: The Musical
When: Post-event
Where: Out and about in the city
What: Various nerd bonding moments
Warning: None!
elsa;
[After all the chaos of Fortune-Telling Week From Hell settles down, it's time to make good on that promise for tea! Elsa seems like a neat person to know, after all, and even if their topic at the time had been a little heavy, that's just all the more reason to get to know her a little better. That sort of burden is hard to carry alone.
So after giving the directions and setting a time, Oz can be found sitting outside of the cafe in question. He's got something folded on his lap and seems to be alternating between people-watching and checking his phone, buzzing with the quiet excitement of meeting someone new.]
mabel;
[GUESS WHERE MABEL AND OZ ARE. That's right, on the best friend date ever. Ever. It's only just started and Oz is already having a great time, pressing his face against the CyBuddy displays and being stupidly excited in general over all these weirdass animals. Ciel has his big fat owl, so maybe said owl needs a companion...!
He stops in front of one display in particular though, where a very small dog with very large ears sits at attention, ready and waiting for the next customer to come test its functions. Instead of doing that, Oz just points with GREAT VIGOR and calls over to wherever Mabel happens to be moseying about, clearly excited.]
Mabel! Come look at this one! Look at its ears—!!
[This dog must be stopped.]
taka;
[It's nerd time in the library, time for all library nerds to go perusing at their collective leisure...! SO OF COURSE OZ IS HERE, looking around the shelves for anything that's been added since the last time he'd visited. Nothing really catches his eye yet; even with all of the books here, he's already read his way through most of the fiction section that had struck immediate interest and has yet to find anything actually useful in the non-fiction section, outside of how-to manuals for technological devices. He's almost at the end of the row by the time he spots it-
The familiar spines all lined up in a neat row. Finally. FINALLY.]
They have it—!!
[Oops, were you trying to read in a peaceful corner or actually get some work done?? IT IS PEACEFUL NO MORE, since Oz doesn't know how to use volume control when he's excited.]
yoon;
[Now that Oz has taken up trying to cook some things on his own, it also means that he has to learn to shop for groceries on his own... And normally, he isn't too bad at that! He actually has a fairly good idea of what makes a balanced meal and knows what he likes, so it doesn't take long to finish up and he doesn't spend time lingering in the aisles.
Today is unfortunately not one of those days. Living in the House of Eternal Sweet-tooth means that candy is never in short supply, but with all of the crazy goings-on lately, it's been a little hard to remember to restock the candy jar. Today, the grocery store happens to be having a buy 1 get 1 free sale, too, which means that all of the soup stocks and vegetables and fruits in Oz's cart are buried under a literal mountain of candy.
A mountain that goes sLIDING RIGHT OVER IN AN AVALANCHE when Oz takes a turn too quickly, burying the feet of anyone who happens to be nearby. SO, YOU, YOON. You are the chosen one.]
Oh— sorry about that! I guess I put a little too much in here. [An Understatement™. Oz will immediately move to start picking various bags of M&Ms and jolly ranchers up, though, because he's not a rudeass who makes other people clean up for him.]
ciel;
[IT'S 10AM, DO YOU KNOW WHERE YOUR OZES ARE?
In the kitchen, tiredly stirring around his oatmeal in an absent-minded way. Horror of horrors, there aren't even any sprinkles in it today.
Even though he tried his best to get some sleep the night before, he couldn't manage it. He's been wound with anxious energy for hours now, and it's exhausting, but there's no reprieve in sight just yet and even if there was, he probably wouldn't take it. He's got a lot of things to think about, some clothing to throw away, and apologies to make - later, after the general insanity dies down. But that leaves him in a limbo of sorts for the time being, and it's why he's staring somewhat absently out the window whenever Ciel moseys out of his sleep coma for the day.
His attention still snaps over regardless, and Ciel gets the same cheery:]
Morning!
sheba;
["I'll be meeting you for tea once all of this is straightened out." WELL THINGS ARE STRAIGHTENED OUT NOW!! And Oz, who needs to check up on everyone that he's watching out for anyway, will take any reason to make the standard "so did you survive" conversation pass a little more smoothly. Good lord, he's going to become one of the cafe's most valued customers in less than a week at this rate...
But that's why he's standing out in the apartment hall at around noon a few days after things settle back down again, knocking on Sheba's door.]
Sheba? It's Oz! Are you here?
[Maybe he should have tried calling first?! What a moron.]
When: Post-event
Where: Out and about in the city
What: Various nerd bonding moments
Warning: None!
elsa;
[After all the chaos of Fortune-Telling Week From Hell settles down, it's time to make good on that promise for tea! Elsa seems like a neat person to know, after all, and even if their topic at the time had been a little heavy, that's just all the more reason to get to know her a little better. That sort of burden is hard to carry alone.
So after giving the directions and setting a time, Oz can be found sitting outside of the cafe in question. He's got something folded on his lap and seems to be alternating between people-watching and checking his phone, buzzing with the quiet excitement of meeting someone new.]
mabel;
[GUESS WHERE MABEL AND OZ ARE. That's right, on the best friend date ever. Ever. It's only just started and Oz is already having a great time, pressing his face against the CyBuddy displays and being stupidly excited in general over all these weirdass animals. Ciel has his big fat owl, so maybe said owl needs a companion...!
He stops in front of one display in particular though, where a very small dog with very large ears sits at attention, ready and waiting for the next customer to come test its functions. Instead of doing that, Oz just points with GREAT VIGOR and calls over to wherever Mabel happens to be moseying about, clearly excited.]
Mabel! Come look at this one! Look at its ears—!!
[This dog must be stopped.]
taka;
[It's nerd time in the library, time for all library nerds to go perusing at their collective leisure...! SO OF COURSE OZ IS HERE, looking around the shelves for anything that's been added since the last time he'd visited. Nothing really catches his eye yet; even with all of the books here, he's already read his way through most of the fiction section that had struck immediate interest and has yet to find anything actually useful in the non-fiction section, outside of how-to manuals for technological devices. He's almost at the end of the row by the time he spots it-
The familiar spines all lined up in a neat row. Finally. FINALLY.]
They have it—!!
[Oops, were you trying to read in a peaceful corner or actually get some work done?? IT IS PEACEFUL NO MORE, since Oz doesn't know how to use volume control when he's excited.]
yoon;
[Now that Oz has taken up trying to cook some things on his own, it also means that he has to learn to shop for groceries on his own... And normally, he isn't too bad at that! He actually has a fairly good idea of what makes a balanced meal and knows what he likes, so it doesn't take long to finish up and he doesn't spend time lingering in the aisles.
Today is unfortunately not one of those days. Living in the House of Eternal Sweet-tooth means that candy is never in short supply, but with all of the crazy goings-on lately, it's been a little hard to remember to restock the candy jar. Today, the grocery store happens to be having a buy 1 get 1 free sale, too, which means that all of the soup stocks and vegetables and fruits in Oz's cart are buried under a literal mountain of candy.
A mountain that goes sLIDING RIGHT OVER IN AN AVALANCHE when Oz takes a turn too quickly, burying the feet of anyone who happens to be nearby. SO, YOU, YOON. You are the chosen one.]
Oh— sorry about that! I guess I put a little too much in here. [An Understatement™. Oz will immediately move to start picking various bags of M&Ms and jolly ranchers up, though, because he's not a rudeass who makes other people clean up for him.]
ciel;
[IT'S 10AM, DO YOU KNOW WHERE YOUR OZES ARE?
In the kitchen, tiredly stirring around his oatmeal in an absent-minded way. Horror of horrors, there aren't even any sprinkles in it today.
Even though he tried his best to get some sleep the night before, he couldn't manage it. He's been wound with anxious energy for hours now, and it's exhausting, but there's no reprieve in sight just yet and even if there was, he probably wouldn't take it. He's got a lot of things to think about, some clothing to throw away, and apologies to make - later, after the general insanity dies down. But that leaves him in a limbo of sorts for the time being, and it's why he's staring somewhat absently out the window whenever Ciel moseys out of his sleep coma for the day.
His attention still snaps over regardless, and Ciel gets the same cheery:]
Morning!
sheba;
["I'll be meeting you for tea once all of this is straightened out." WELL THINGS ARE STRAIGHTENED OUT NOW!! And Oz, who needs to check up on everyone that he's watching out for anyway, will take any reason to make the standard "so did you survive" conversation pass a little more smoothly. Good lord, he's going to become one of the cafe's most valued customers in less than a week at this rate...
But that's why he's standing out in the apartment hall at around noon a few days after things settle back down again, knocking on Sheba's door.]
Sheba? It's Oz! Are you here?
[Maybe he should have tried calling first?! What a moron.]
i thought i replied to this wtf
Use your imagination. You'll probably be close enough.
banishes u to the arctic tbh
That isn't the kind of thing that makes me feel reassured, you know.
i'm already here it's fuckin cold out
[ ciel the questionable hellion appears ]
I took care of people that crossed me at Weston, so you're only exempt because we're— [ There's an abrupt stop, and he can't say it, so, ] —roommates.
rip in pieces..........
Weston is where you had the cricket match where you couldn't play straight, right?
[CHEATER CHEATER PUMPKIN EATER.]
we're getting two inches of snow on monday, there is no longer bread in the state
[ Just... did everything that wasn't in the rulebook because they never thought anyone would be so insane as to put laxatives in the opposing teams' meat pies. ]
But yes, it is. I was only there for a month or so, though. I hate public schooling.
i'll remember you as you were before dying in the winter freeze
But, more importantly:]
Do you like it here any better?
it's 20f out, i am already dead
[ Ciel is a charmer, as always, but he waves a hand dismissively as they head out of the apartment. ]
Overall, this place isn't as bad as I thought it was going to be, though.
omg i for some reason thought you meant 20f like 20 ft of snow...
[He'll take his victories where he can get them... Following Ciel out, though!!]
oh no it's going to be like an inch of snow HAHAHA
[ He shakes his head, tilting his nose into the air, even... ]
But I only give praise for truly excellent work. Mediocre but passable gets this.
LMFAO well an inch is basically 20 ft there...
But with your standards, is there anything that you would even consider "truly excellent work"?
fact
[ what did you really expect ]
I won't praise him, though. He doesn't deserve it. But objectively, that cake is fantastic.
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Praise Gil's cakes instead! [HAHAHa the one thing that Oz won't mercilessly tease Gilbert about... But that's because it's also one of the things he does best.] That way there can be at least one thing out there that has your full verbal approval.
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[ But that is a lofty goal... Will Gilbert reach it???
(No.) ]
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[the true prince of sadism here was Oz all along...]
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[ rude hellions... ]
I wish Sebastian would make that kind of face, but he does everything so perfectly that it's annoying.
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That sounds pretty boring. One of the best things about Gil is that he can't do anything right! It's cute.
[WHO EVEN LET HIM OUT]
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I don't know about cute. But I guess I get the appeal.
[ his dumb moe servants... ]
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See? Like I said! [DUMB THINGS ARE CUTE.] Anyway, I'll ask him to bake a cake tonight.
[Because one cake a day isn't enough??]
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In that case, I'll let you know just how they compare. [ a beat, then he adds, ] He prepares other meals as well, right? Could you ask him to make a beef dish, perhaps?
[ feed the hungry hellions, gilbarto ]
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He does! His cooking is just as good as his baking. [Gently gushes about the food Gilbert makes forever?! Mostly he's just glad he's not starving and eating oatmeal 24/7 anymore...]
What type do you want? Or can I leave it up to him, as long as it has beef?
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He can decide. I'll trust your trust in him.
[ Which is actually not as small of a concession as it sounds. For Ciel who refused to eat anything made by people he didn't know well, it's the most roundabout way to say "I trust you" as possible. ]
I've been craving something with beef, since I haven't had any for quite a while.
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I'll tell him at lunch today, then! He can make our dinner. [JUST DEMANDS EVERYTHING OF GILBERT... Teasingly:]
What happened to those hamburg steaks?
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Shut up. They're definitely a type of steak.
[ So, yes, by now, Ciel knows he was calling them something overly pretentious. He has Learned. ]
I want a better cut of meat.
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I'm not even sure those things are a cut of meat, anyway. [Both because A) hamburgers are sketchy in general and B) there are no cows in space??]
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[ Ciel looks to the side with an expression of distaste, then shakes his head as if to deny it further. ]
It's bad enough that we have to eat such garbage, but I try not to think about it...
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