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( OPEN ) we are here and going to make it everyone's problem

WHO: Team Everlight and YOU
WHAT: Breaking the ice with a spontaneous slumber party
WHERE: Everlight wing
WHEN: Some time after arrival
WARNINGS: Destroying friendships with UNO or something. Will edit for real as things come up.

(The fun thing about being taken and thrown into a new place is no one really knows you so when Tsurumaru Kuninaga is missing from dinner, he's sure no one really notices. Eventually someone will learn that whenever he's missing for too long, he's probably up to something if he doesn't actually have something to do.

He returns some time towards the end of dinner, when most people have probably begun to settle a bit for the evening. He stumble-dashes back to the base with an armful of plastic shopping bags and oooh he is definitely up to something…)

& SET UP

In the Everlight wing, they need to do some ☆re-arranging☆. Some desks and chairs need to be borrowed from rooms to drag outside for the food. While they're at it, they might as well grab the blankets and pillows too. They might also have to figure out what appropriate music to play. So maybe someone knocks on your door to commandeer your furniture and time. Or maybe they figure out a way to play music so everyone can hear and you end up drawn out by music.

Maybe you get sent out to buy more snacks and drinks for everyone while you're standing around with nothing to do. Let's go, Everlights. It's time to drag people into early shenanigans.

& FOOD & GAMES

There is plenty of food to be found. Check out the mixed bottles of different flavored sodas and teas, assorted chocolates, and other sweets from the convenience stores. Eventually, a couple of pizzas and a few more substantial things might show up on the table. Some of them are traditional flavors characters will be used to seeing but others may… be more out there. There sure are a lot of more experimental foods combinations in the future, huh? Have you ever tried coffee-flavored water? Yogurt-flavored potato chips? Flaming hot lava chocolate? What about calamari Oreo pizza? Well, now is your chance.

There are also stacks of playing cards and maybe some other silly toys and games from whatever is the equivalent of a dollar/pound store in the future.The 100 Kryptos store? Which version of UNO do you know how to play? Do you know how to play Werewolf or Mafia? There are plenty of bottles to spin. Give someone a call and see if they answer or else you have to eat one of those cursed pizza slices. Of course, when enough people gather around, there are plenty of other ways to make your own fun.

& CHILL

For more introverted characters that might want a quieter place to hang out, some Everlight has probably left their room open. Pillows and blankets have been piled into the room to make it a quieter, more laidback place to hang out. When was the last time you made a pillow fort?

// WILDCARD/OOC

Hello, Tsuru gets bored easily and he wants everyone to have ☆good vibes☆ because bad vibes make him sad so he is steamrolling and dragging people into slumber party shenanigans. It's in the Everlight wing but other characters can hop over if they're curious or dragged in. I asked the mods about the potential consequences of staying the night and they said it would be fine for the slumber party so go wild.

Treat this as an open mingle and feel free to come up with your own ideas and tag around. If anyone really needs me for anything, you can DM me or catch me on plurk (

yosakoi ).

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[ well, he missed out on the party and denji likes to believe it was for a good cause. he got caught up on a movie marathon back in the theater and by the time he was done abusing his privileges as an employee there— it was 2 in the morning and all his new comrades were snoozing in their rooms. denji didn't think much of it; he simply grabbed whatever leftovers he could find and retired back to his space.

it's the next day and he's up early in the common kitchen— cooking a simple omelet breakfast to start the day. there's a huge carton of eggs on a nearby counter; his stolen goods from those naked firefighters he stumbled upon yesterday. it was such an uncomfortable assemblage but for unknown reasons, they had a full set of eggs lingering around. why? god knows. regardless, they were begging for a new home, and here they are. everlight's first stolen treat.

he could hear someone coming in as he started seasoning the half-cooked eggs, unsure of who it was but it didn't matter. there is enough for everyone— he's not in a selfish mood today. ]

[ despite the surprising amount of foot traffic at the venue the previous day, it was difficult for yuwon to not keep an eye on the people coming in and out. while his sensory field ability was useful in actual combat, it also made him hyperaware of his surroundings at all times. hence, he recalls the person making eggs... quite well.

even up until the moment he snagged them and left. though, admittedly, he felt it was done pretty respectfully when you remember they were stolen post-shoot. but, does it make it any less weird to make off with them? no. does yuwon have any right to actually judge? probably also no, but he's here anyway.

so instead of any normal kind of greeting, yuwon stares at him for some time, approaching him from behind before: ] Why stop at one carton?

[ right, so he knew he wasn't alone anymore, assuming one of his teammates was lurking around looking to make their breakfast or maybe ask him for a bite of his own— what he did not expect was having an outsider loom from behind, far too close. it startled him, to the point he almost dropped his spatula.

he shifts on his feet, taking a step back, staring at the other from over his shoulder. a quick glance at yuwon's body language didn't prompt any immediate retaliation, and it helps that denji isn't the type to swing at another person even when he feels menaced. perhaps it's stupid to wait for the first blow, and in this case, it's a good thing he didn't react dramatically.

he could've dropped his delicious omelet ... ]

I only have two hands. [ translation: "I couldn't carry more" ] ... Who are you?

[ it's not difficult to discern the unease. though, yuwon has enough sense to realize that the fault was likely with him. he supposed his actions could have been perceived as menacing, especially considering the stranger before him was basically... a thief. that said, he wasn't the one who purchased the egg, nor does he have any real reason to be offended because of some stolen eggs.

though, it's a bit funny that the reason he didn't take more was just because... he only had two hands. ] At that point, you may as well asked for help. [ not to imply he would help. letting a crime happen and helping are two different things. (aka, it was too much trouble) ]

One of those firemen you stole from. [ ... ] For the record, I don't care if you took them or not.

[ 'could have been perceived as menacing' — no, it is 100% menacing. the guy was standing behind him, cornering denji between a massive bulk of muscles and the hot pan that was tending to his omelet, with no room to escape. everything about this situation screams 'stranger danger', but his emphasis remains on the food. he didn't want to stop at the risk of ruining the process, so he'll end up allowing yuwon to lurk from behind like the fucking moron he is.

denji truly chose eggs over his life right now ... ]

You say you don't care yet you came into our turf asking for a fight. [ pause, he adds a bit of seasoning on top and moves the pan a bit. ] Your words don't match your actions. If you really want to throw hands, can it wait until after breakfast?

[ a compromise. ]

[ MASSIVE BULK OF MUSCLES???

damn, he does a bit of self-reflecting and this is how it turns out. honestly, yuwon's still a bit shocked if just because he was far more cut-throat and severe at home vs. here. he'd consider it a mild warning at best, but to believe someone younger than him would believe he came here to beat him up ... is still a bit of a surprise to him.

it's why when denji responds back, he almost doesn't know what to say.

this isn't the first time he's been stunned to silence, but... he thinks he's here to pick a fight? ] If I came here to pick a fight, you don't think I would have already thrown the first punch? [ wouldn't it be more unusual to drag this out??

but, feeling flabbergasted aside, he releases a small measured sigh. he decides to approach this more subtly rather than his usual methods. ] Just make me an one too and we'll call it even. [ honestly, it's been a while... since he's also had someone's cooking like this.

hopefully this is a real compromise??? and not one that involves him beating up a dude who stole some eggs that weren't even his (he has no intentions of doing this). ]

[ ah, now it's his turn to be utterly flabbergasted by their exchange. did that strange man ask to be served a free delight now? this is another form of bullying at its finest. he had to force himself to attend to his breakfast, gently scooping it onto a clean plate; he then switched off the heat before placing the pan out of reach. thank god— it's not burnt. it came out fluffy and light. perfect.

with his back glued to the wall, denji grabs his dish and attempts to build some space between them. finally, he doesn't feel like a cornered rat anymore, but it's also ridiculously awkward how far he is now— speaking from the other side of the kitchen. ]

You're a bully. But if I make you some stupid breakfast, will you leave?

[ listen, if they were picked by the lunatic lilith to fight some monsters, then every single one of them had enough strength to be worth the abduction, right? denji didn't feel like messing up his new home when they could resolve their conflict peacefully. ]

[ a bully. the idea of being called that at this age is a bit comedic. though, it's barely noticeable between how rigid his posture still appears or the way that he now seems all the more interested in what denji is doing. he crosses his arms across his chest as he watches, before he says a quiet: ] You might want to add more seasoning.

[ that's how he likes it at least— is the unspoken implication. ] I've never had someone who wanted me to leave so badly, but sure. [ he doesn't know if he likes the idea of a stranger wanting to chase him away, but he also doesn't really care. yuwon wasn't a stranger to being disliked (he'd say it came with the territory of attempting to become the strongest player), but he feels like this and that were likely pretty different. that said, while he was impervious to other's hostility, it didn't mean he wouldn't try and keep things... not exactly cordial, but okay standing man emoji levels.

even if it's basically an afterthought. ]

[ oh the superiority for being offended over someone feeling uncomfortable around him says a lot about yuwon already. he's that type. the popular stud, isn't he? someone who's not used to rejection. if denji had the energy to be petty he'd point it out, but he's tired and frankly— hungry. the sooner he feeds that hulk, the better it is. he opens his mouth, dragging out a long, tired sigh; lashes low.

deep down he feels like a little bitch right now— cooking for this man and all. nghhh. ]

Sit down.

[ he'd wait for yuwon to step aside, clearing the area before he returned to his station. he pulled out another clean pan, switched on the heat, tossed in a piece of butter, and started off the process all over again with an experienced ease. the seasoning that urged yuwon's criticism is (against his better judgment) noted, and denji attempts to be more generous with this round. ]

You guys didn't care for these eggs, anyway. You were too busy taking 'pictures' ...

[ there's a lot of unspoken words behind his tone here. a lot. ]

Edited 2023-12-28 16:43 (UTC)

[ THE HULK!?! these are crazy...

you haven't even seen him use his gigantification skill (webtoons make me so tired), denji. but, perhaps that's for the best if this was his reception thus far. fortunately, yuwon wasn't one to dwell on how others perceived him. instead, he focuses on the facts, and the fact is— he's about to have breakfast soon. no currency needed.

on top of the job yesterday, he seems to be inwardly counting his funds as he seems to be decently pleased with that for now. even if it doesn't necessarily show in his features aside from a small hum of approval.

at the request to sit down (he takes it as one, at least), he has the closest seat to the kitchen. ] If you wanted to participate, you could have. The pay wasn't too bad. But, I guess your payout for doing nothing wasn't too bad, either. [ he doesn't say it to be patronizing. as far as he saw it, there were worse crimes than taking some eggs. though, maybe not everyone would eggree. idk i never used a pun before so i wanted to try. ]

[He's usually not an early riser when given the choice, but Ren's willing to make an exception with the whole cyberpunk kaiju thing. The smell of eggs keeps his attention (maybe especially after the more eccentric pickings from the party) and he slides into the kitchen with some sorry excuse for a canned coffee as he tries to stay awake.]

That is the biggest carton of eggs I think I've ever seen.

[Damn, dude.]

Heh, I know.

[ listen, he's proud of his loot because it is the biggest carton of eggs he's ever seen as well. look at it! it was nearly impossible to dismiss it especially when it was ignored by some horny group. food should not be wasted.

he regards his teammate— or, that's what he assumes? denji hasn't met everyone yet so he'll pretend he's a fellow everlight. that's when he gestures to the untouched eggs, nodding. ]

Help yourself. I'm feeling charitable.

[ don't get used to it, though. ]

[The look in Ren's eyes flickers from "oh god please let me go back to sleep" to alert and interested.]

Thanks.

[Food is a powerful motivator and he sure will take a helping of eggs after the cafeteria's usual pickings and some of the shit he ate last night.

But he also isn't the type to just take without giving back.]

If I can get all the ingredients I need here, I'll trade you some curry next time. How's that sound?

[ denji glanced back, a bit— surprised. he did not expect anyone to return the gesture, and the fact ren was appreciative enough to offer him an exchange in the future is, well, nice? now, an average person will feel good about this, but past experiences made denji wary of acts of kindness from strangers.

listen, no one said he's normal. ]

Can't say no to a free meal. [ there's that, at least. denji will take the bite in the hope he's wrong. ] ... Can it be spicy, though?

[Ren is admittedly used to people not liking or trusting him, but at least here it's not because of rumors. Surprise and wariness are dramatically preferable to fear and derision.]

How spicy?

[He's nearly killed his friends before by making their curry too spicy...]

Super spicy. Make it hurt.

[ hey, ren got the green light to go wild with this one. he'd be surprised how much denji is willing to make himself feel anything but hollow, and the best way to do it is through teasing his taste buds. people cope in different ways, you know. ]

How do you like your eggs? The flat type, tiny pieces, or with the yellow runny?

[ translation: omellete, scrambled or sunny side up. ]

Volcanic it is, then.

[Forgive him, Sojiro, for what he's going to do with Leblanc's sacred curry recipe. He can always portion it out so the whole thing isn't deadly, at least.

Anyway, he thinks it over for a moment:] Flat.

[Flat Fuck Friday... It's not Friday, though.]

You're in Everlight, too, right? [He's pretty sure he's seen this guy in passing; it's easier to remember when he hasn't seen many teenagers here.]

[tch, he would've liked to have missed out on the damn party. but instead he got roped into it and that'd been annoying as fuck. on the one hand, the food wasn't bad. some of those sugar-topped pizzas being the gross exception. and competitive games were going to be a thing as long as bakugo's around. but he retired at his normal bedtime and abandoned the clean up to the same bothersome extras that made it. the day was weary enough to make sleep come fast.

didn't stop him from getting up early to do his normal routine. 5:30 am and he's out the door by 6 to go for a run. it helps to give him time to think, get some things settled in his head as he realizes he has to adjust to this new life. nothing's changing at the moment, and digging his heels in against his will just break his legs. right now, he has to cooperate and find a way back home while playing by these idiot's rules. and lets be honest... they're basically asking him to be a hero.

by the time bakugo returns, he's expecting some people to be up. just didn't expect to see denji. the guy looked like he was exhausted all the time, so why the fuck was he up at this time? cooking at that. gleaming with sweat, sweatshirt and pants damp from his run, bakugo pauses in the kitchen to watch denji work. hn... looks like he doesn't suck at it.

that's a surprise. the sheer size of the egg carton isn't something to ignore either.]

How much of your pay did you blow on that?

[ one would rather sleep early while the other is more of a night owl; some might say there is beauty in their diversity. that was the whole point of that party, wasn't it? surely whoever set it up didn't plan to glorify the new prison they all ended up in, more of him trying to get everyone to meet one another. to learn each other's quirks and routines. bakugou choosing to utilize his mornings is something worth noting, and it explains a lot. the young hero is already presenting himself as someone who is disciplined by nature, following a strict routine, and will most likely demand the same from his fellow teammates in time. a suitable soldier for lilith to recruit; he seems strong too. well, physically fit at least. no wonder he was dragged into this. ]

I stole it from the horny firefighters.

[ the tone of his voice, the smile behind it, the carefree taste test to check the seasoning— denji truly just confessed to his crime with no shame. he then scoops the omelet over a slice of bread, attempting to make a sandwich. listen, he will argue this is the best way to have this breakfast until his last breath.

eyeing bakugou, seemingly distracted by a sudden realization as he regards him. the man is soaked in sweat from all that workout, the fabric clinging to his skin and everything. with this type of visual, you'd expect a funky scent to follow, but so far he's sensing nothing. ]

... How come you don't stink?

[bakugou is getting the idea this guy is picking up things about him left and right. they met early enough for some kind of tether to form. hen ever saw denji at the party last night and the guy's room was silent as well. must not have come back at all in that case. not until the late morning hours. what the hell was he doing out there all night? he said he was going to the party as well. what kind of person does that make him? a party-hard flaker? who knows. denji's here now and he's cooking. looking less tired than he did the last time he saw him at the cafeteria. perhaps he rebounds quickly from everything thrown at him. a resilient type. or someone who just goes with the flow. neither are horrible to have on the team. but it still leaves open the question to skill.

until the answer drops. leaving bakugou's face twisting into a disgusted, confused, irritated expression.]

You fucking stole them?! [he doesn't even want to know about the horny firefighter side of things! this guy has no shame to confessing to a crime!] You idiot! What if that gets marked against the team?! I don't want your shit messing with my record!

[they don't know if lilith is keeping watch on their behavior or holding the ranks to some kind o standard to test their mettle both on the fields and off them. bakugou's not some damn saint, but hell if he's going to be a criminal! the fact denji looks so happy about his answer leaves a lot more to question but... first thing's first!

until it's the second thing? bakugou bristles even more at the question.]

WHAT?! [this asshole!!] I was running, not jumping in the fucking trash!

It's just eggs, Officer.

[ is this a crime punishable by law? will he serve jail time for stealing something as insignificant as a chicken's unborn kids? denji doesn't think so, yet he is aware he is arguing with a guy who decided to follow the path of law enforcement. bakugou is many things, but surely he will not betray his teammate that easily— he'll have some faith in him for now. as for ruining the reputation of their team and such, denji thinks about this part with genuine interest. he never thought that his actions might reflect on others, and while he's not apologetic about his action, denji decided to be more conscious next time. ]

Ah, I'll be sure not to do anything that will get you in trouble.

[ and he means it, but he will probably give bakugou a hard time regardless. at least it's not intentional; denji is not the type to be an active menace. he turns around so he can face the other, leaning back on the counter while going in for a big bite of his breakfast sandwich. if they had any spreads in the kitchen, he'd probably smothered it with butter and jam (to bakugou's horror). ]

You know what I mean. But, I guess it's not a big deal. Maybe you hydrate more or something.

[ some people are god's favorite— if it was denji, he'd need to hit the showers immediately if he didn't want to offend anyone. he nods towards the loot since he already got his 'do not steal' lecture and they can move on from it. as if it's that easy, but a guy can dream. ]

Want some?

Edited 2023-12-15 14:44 (UTC)

You've got money! [as if that should end the argument and make everything clear. that's the damn thing! they don't know what's punishable by law in this place! they're not in their own worlds, this place has different laws, they likely have different punishments too. despite the appearance, the world isn't entirely consumed like some lawless apocalyptic wasteland. seeing as there's operating restaurants and fucking convenience stores. and no, bakugou's not going to report denji because again, they don't know what could or would or is supposed to happen, so he's gritting his teeth in his head and letting it slide.

this time. especially since denji is professing to shape up in the future with that comment.]

Tch. You're the one who'll get in trouble. [not that bakugou cares or anything. shut up. as long as he's not trying to get them in trouble, he'll be fine. in all honesty, there's probably going to be a time they'll need a thief. with that topic shoved behind them, bakugou heads into the kitchen proper, wrenching open the fridge for a bottle of water. a quick grab and twist pops the top off and he tilts his head back, chugging the clear liquid. thankfully he doesn't have to watch denji spread jam on an egg sandwich. gross.]

I smell like sweat. Got a problem with that, then stay inside and don't fucking move. [bakugou intends to hit the showers; he just intended to stick his head into the kitchen (or at least pass it by) and find out what was going on. the nod towards the eggs and then the invitation earn a wary look from the blonde. despite denji picking at his food in the cafeteria, he's obviously got some skill in kitchen work...] Three eggs, omelette, lightly salted, put some spices in there if you have any, don't burn it. I'll be back in a minute.

[you got one shot to impress him, denji. he's going to grab a shower and will be back for his order.]

[ his money is the sad income of a theater attendant, sir. but, ah, he will not bite back because he did not want any further scolding coming his way. he mutters a 'yes, yes' under his breath, keeping his head down and hoping his compliance will get him through it. while he does not feel threatened by bakugou per se, despite the guy's habit of snapping and being verbally assertive, but old habits die hard. denji didn't enjoy a confrontation, and he'd usually be the side that de-escalates the situation by taking a step back. he'd watch as the hero retreats to his room, lips slightly apart and looking dumbfounded.

....... it seems his attempt to allow bakugou to enjoy the eggs (for free!!!) has somewhat resulted in him taking the culinarian duties. what the hell? the audacity of that guy.

denji was annoyed for a hot second, but then he discovered that being bitter was draining a lot of his energy, and once again— he gave in. he took one bite before he placed his sandwich aside; he then dragged out a clean bowl, cracked three eggs in, a touch of salt/black pepper and started beating the eggs with a fork. next is tossing some butter over the pan, let that slide all over as it hits the right temperature, and in goes the eggs. there's a sigh, a bit discouraged the kitchen is lacking a lot of key ingredients to make this a proper treat, but surely bakugou will understand.

by the time the hero returns, he will find denji settled on the dining table, resting his head on his hand as shoves the final piece of his sandwich inside his mouth. in front of him, there's a freshly prepared omelet on a plate— not burned, and hopefully seasoned to flatter the other's tastebuds. he glanced upward, still not willing to lift his head up as he, gently, pushed the dish towards bakugou's side of the table. ]

... Make sure to compliment the chef.

Edited 2023-12-16 18:08 (UTC)

[they got a first-month stipend! what the fuck did you blow it on, denji?! bakugou notices the way the other guy backs off and doesn't shoot anything back. he wants to think that's acceptance, but the way he mutters and his head lowers tells a completely different story. he's seen that plenty of times in his own life, when he bullied midoriya and the guy backed off. not wanting confrontation because of a negative response that accompanies it. at least he can tell it's less cowardice and more wanting to avoid the escalation. makes him wonder a bit more about denji's home life. bakugou can dwell on that later. when he's not thinking about other things.

look, if someone is going to threaten their team with a potential criminal offense, then he can make up for it by disposing of the evidence, or at least making use of it for the team he's endangering! it's called taking responsibility! plus bakugou wanted to get a shower, and see what denji could do in the kitchen.

and yeah, he does understand the kitchen is poorly stacked with ingredients and such. he found that out the first day here, much to his disappointment. meaning if denji makes something good with even that limitation, that's a better telling of his skills. bakugou returns later, dressed in a simple t-shirt and slacks with slips on his bare feet, decidedly cleaned and fresh for the day. it doesn't surprise him to find denji already done. and his omelet resting on the table. not burned. promising.

he takes his seat and accepts the plate, then forks a piece off the end to taste. huh, that's actually pretty good. simple, thanks to their limited fare, but it was seasoned with salt and pepper, light enough not to feel like a rubber coaster, with a light crisp around the rims from the cooking.] It's good. Thanks.

[simple, sincere, and that's quite the praise coming from bakugou.]

[ he wouldn't call himself an expert, but he did learn a few things when he was living with aki by shadowing him in the kitchen. a skill he further developed when he was forced to take care of a child. one might say it's a thankless job, and it might be denji's karma for eating all aki's meals without giving him a single praise— so, he's not expecting much from bakugou as he watched him go in for the first bite. what followed is ... unexpected, and denji found himself sitting up slowly, leaning back on his chair, no longer brooding like a miserable child. well, he's unsure how to feel about this. it's subtle to the point it's easy to dismiss; his uncertainty.

'you're welcome' — was on the tip of his tongue, but those are such foreign words denji almost felt awkward to say out loud. god, when was the last time he heard a 'thank you'? one that felt genuine? he squints, thinking. he did experience affection from a few sources, aki, power, and pochita all loved him in their own way, but a 'thank you' seemed so out of place he couldn't even pinpoint a memory of it.

a part of him wanted to nod and move on from it, but— ] ... You're welcome.

[ jeez, that felt so off but also good at the same time. who knew stealing eggs is so fucking rewarding, huh? he drops a hand on the table, drumming his fingers as he relaxed a bit; he's content to watch the hero finish the entire dish now. he exhaled an 'oh', recalling the events of last night. ]

How was it? The party? Did I miss out on a lot?

☀️ the day after

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i'm crying at how they're both like ????

this is camu part 2

it really is... why does he hate muscles

truly a mystery

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wow, denji. one day here and already thieving.

he did nothing wrong!

stealing is wrong, dumbass...

arrest him 😏

buries him in the ground

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