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Oz "friendship barnacle" Vessalius ([personal profile] harepiece) wrote in [community profile] estoria2015-02-01 03:17 am

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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.]
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[personal profile] uncoincidental 2015-02-01 10:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[Oz please... Sheba chuckles and shuts the door behind him, then heads back over to the coffee table and gathers up the cloth.]

Kind of. I need to replace some things in my room. [Namely, the drapes over her bed that Jenna set on fire... whoops.] I can't decide which colors I like best, but I'll figure it out sooner or later.

[She tilts her head to one side and studies him curiously.] So, is this about the tea, or did you have another reason for coming over?
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[personal profile] uncoincidental 2015-02-01 11:33 pm (UTC)(link)
Now is fine! Ah - hold on...

[She holds up one finger and darts down the hall to the door to her room, which she opens just long enough to toss the fabric inside. A mess is acceptable as long as Jenna doesn't have to see it, apparently...

When she returns, she grins.]


Let's go!
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[personal profile] uncoincidental 2015-02-02 02:09 am (UTC)(link)
[It occurs to Sheba as she's heading for the door that maybe she should leave a note for Jenna or something, but then it also occurs to her that Jenna can always send her a message on the CereVice if she gets back first and wants to know where she is, so out she goes. She's a somewhat inconsiderate roommate, sorry Jenna.

As they head down the hall, she gives Oz's question some thought.]


I'm not too hungry, but if you want to go somewhere with sandwiches, I'm hungry enough to eat.
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[personal profile] uncoincidental 2015-02-02 03:59 am (UTC)(link)
[SWEETS IT IS. Sheba doesn't have any problem with eating a lot of sugar, because, well, it's delicious. Maybe not nutritious, but that's what other food is for.

They're going to have to take the elevator (unless they want to hop off a balcony and jump down or something), so as they approach it she presses the button so they can wait for the doors to open up.]


You said before that you know all the best places in the city... you must go out to eat a lot.

[She can sort of understand why, given the whole catching-the-kitchen-on-fire-while-trying-to-make-tea thing, but as far as she wants Oz to know she doesn't know about that, so he's avoiding being teased about that, at least. Lucky him!]
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[personal profile] uncoincidental 2015-02-03 11:21 pm (UTC)(link)
[Oops, it's a monster elevator that's going to eat them alive! ...nah. The door slides shut not too long after Sheba steps in and the elevator begins its descent.]

A lot of it is new to me, too. [But not all of it. She's had corn dogs before! ...though she won't admit it.] I have to admit, it's nice to eat things that aren't travel rations or stew.

[She'd been starting to get a little sick of stew.]
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[personal profile] uncoincidental 2015-02-09 07:08 am (UTC)(link)
In the last year or so that I was there, anyway. It was one of the easier things to make when we were on the move.

[But that seems to be all she's going to say about her world's cuisine, because she tilts her head to the side and studies Oz curiously.] What about you? What was food where you come from like...?
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[personal profile] uncoincidental 2015-02-09 01:40 pm (UTC)(link)
You could say that...

[It hadn't exactly been a pleasure trip, but it was travel. Sheba smiles and follows him out of the elevator, and once he's facing the right way again, the two of them will make their way out of the apartment complex.]

Hmm. Does this "Gil" like cooking so much that he won't mind cooking for a stranger?

[She sort of expects Oz to bully him into it regardless of what the answer is, to be perfectly honest. But she supposedly doesn't know about Oz and his bullying ways, so she has to ask!]