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[deuteranope]

Who: Maverick Taylor, Imelda Rivera, Héctor Rivera, Rex Arany, Rover, Adelaide Cooke, Therion, Goro Akechi, Jolyne Cujoh, Jonathan Joestar, Tamaki Suou INHALE I THINK THAT'S EVERYONE
When: Backdated to November 28th!
Where: The Inn of Atropos.
What: Worst Fake Thanksgiving Ever.
Warnings: Excessive cursing, torture mention, will add more if needed.


(except, you know, less Santa hats, more turkey.)

Y'all know why you're here. Time to have the worst fake Thanksgiving possible, my dudes. Maverick wanted to have a good time and here we are to destroy it.
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(Also Ramona is of course there but I'm not super confident in my Ramona, so I can bring her out or you can spare me.)

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Maverick Taylor (+Ramona if you're feisty.)

[deuteranope]

[bolderfell]

[Anyway, at some point during or after the festivities--Therion might stay to help clean up, since good lord, is this ever a mess, and he feels the need to make things up to Ramona if no one else--ya boy slips away to find Maverick's room. Getting in is simple enough for someone like him, and... oddly, it feels easier today, when he has no ill intentions.

Doing this is probably a bad idea, given his current emotional turmoil, but the gift's already made and Therion's already here. Keeping it's just going to make him feel even more restless and torn. So he lays a thin, wooden bookmark carved into the shape of a weasel on Maverick's desk, complete with a little loop of leather cord through the top, and a note.]

For your birthday. Thanks.

[He leaves it unsigned, but really, is that going to save him? If only.]

Therion

[bolderfell]

[bolderfell]

[Whatever discomfort Therion may or may not feel about the invitation, here he is, in all his half-scruffy glory. Maverick said they didn't have to dress up, but it's a holiday thing, right? And it'd make Ramona happy. So Therion's concession to the day is a real buttoned shirt under his hoodie. #Fashion.

Anyway, the jokes Therion has made about being shy might have a grain of truth to them after all, because in a gathering like this, he's keeping notably quiet. Or maybe he's distracted. It certainly takes more than usual to get his attention today. Sorry to anyone who wants a slice of that ham sitting in front of him. Maybe call his name again?]

[deuteranope]

[There's a whistle of approval from a few feet away, and Maverick's smug face will be there if Therion looks up. If not, he'll make sure it's seen by moving closer and tipping his head to put himself directly in view.]

Look who's all fucking classy tonight.

[And lacking a certain...assuredness. Therion's presence wasn't ever commanding or ostentatious or anything, but -- but it was different. Maverick shoves his hands in the pockets of his own hoodie, nice and worthy of company for this holiday of sorts.]

Never too soon for alcohol at these kinda things, you know. Want me to get you something?

[transfusionem]

[Oh, it's Therion. She's glad to see him - and she's not surprised he's friends with Maverick. Maverick just has that energy that draws people to him, as unlikely as it seems.]

Oh, hey!

[And because if there's one thing she's learned about Therion--]

The apple pies look really good, don't they?

Imelda Rivera

[no_dejare_de_quererte]

[unpocoloco]

He walks into that room. He walks in dressed to a moderate-best, arm in arm with his wife, feeling happy and proud. Opposite to thousands of thanksgivings all over the Americas, he's here for the company alone, not the food.

He recognizes Adelaide. Jolyne and Tamaki, to a lesser degree. Ramona and Maverick of course summon up fond feeling immediately. He mostly doesn't recognize the rest.

Save one.

His breath pulls sharp and he turns right around. He takes Imelda by the arm and pulls her along-- outside, to a corner, he doesn't know, he doesn't care.

"He's here," he hisses in a panic. "Imelda, he's here...!"

[no_dejare_de_quererte]

"What--?" She doesn't get a glimpse of who he means--not at first. She's pulled along so quickly, and fear in his expression is more than enough to hold her attention. She goes with him willingly, looking confused and worried. He's here? Who--?

There's really only one person that Héctor has ever reacted to like this, but she has to make sure. She places a hand over Héctor's, holding onto him even as she turns to look back the way they came. Sure enough... She sees that boy--Rex, and her hand grips a little tighter onto her husband's.

"Why is he here?" It's not so much a question for Héctor as one just spoken aloud, anger clear in her voice. The obvious answer being that Maverick invited him, but she finds that incredibly difficult to believe. Maverick is a good boy, and Rex is... not.

Héctor Rivera

[unpocoloco]

[unpocoloco]

Don't be weird.

Don't be weird, Maverick said.

Of course he wasn't going to be weird, he said. Of course he lied.

He sits at the table, pouring himself a drink with unsteady hands, and he stares straight through it. He can't freak out. He can't do this here. But it's making any attempt at normalcy an abject failure.

He'll have to apologize later. Maverick didn't ask for this. For now he's trying to focus on breathing, both to keep himself sane and because he knows if he holds his breath too long it'll become obvious he doesn't need it in the traditional sense.

[deuteranope]

[He's surrounded by things to steal his attention away, but Héctor and his nerves can't escape his notice for long. It's...weird. It isn't the kind of agitation he would have expected in his worst case scenario of how the night was going to go. This was worse. And...frightened? He's glad Ramona and him are frequently moving around even with seated guests, so it isn't strange at all when he wanders over with a sigh.]

Man, if you're gonna hog it, at least don't waste it. I need a drink more than the fucking table does, you know.

[As he gives Héctor a calculating look. He's not good at the whole reading people thing, but...he wants to figure this one out.]

CW: panic attack/emetophobia

[foolishjustice]

Akechi seems...in a pretty decent mood at first arrival. He's looking a little tired, but he's smiling and smelling the air excitedly. Then he spots Hector, and it's as though he's been paralyzed. He stops in his tracks, the color draining from his face so that the concealer under his eyes stands out visibly. He looks sick.

After several seconds, he wobbles over to the nearest chair. His hands are shaking. His stomach is churning. Mav said...he said people wouldn't treat him the same as Shido if they knew the full story. But the context Hector found out in...it's the same context as what happened to that version of him in the mirror. He feels like laughing. He feels like crying. He shouldn't have come. Everyone is going to find out, without knowing he's already started working against Shido. Would Mav protect him, if they turned violent? No, he couldn't ask him to do that. Everyone here is...one of Mav's friends. If he defends him against them, would he lose them? He can't ask that.

He can't breathe, either. He can't take his eyes off Hector, staring at him as if he expects him to pull a gun and shoot him. Maybe he does. He doesn't know what he expects, just that it's going to be awful. He should...he should take his medicine. This is what he has the anxiety pills for. But there's too many people who can see him, who would want to know what he's taking. He doesn't want them to know. Besides, if he takes that, he'll barely be able to stay awake. He'll be vulnerable, practically helpless. Whatever they decide to do while away from the campus, where his guards don't have immediate line of sight to him, he won't be able to escape.

He feels sick. A shaking hand lifts to cover his mouth as his stomach lurches, but he forces it down. He can't...not now. He can't show an opening. He has to be ready, ready for...whatever happens. He can't be vulnerable.

Jonathan Joestar

[standless]

[deuteranope]

[Now that everything's all settled between them, Maverick's got some Business to take care of regarding this little bat. It's harder to pop up out of nowhere, so as much as he enjoys seeing the look of panic on someone's face, he doesn't go out of his way to try.]

Yo, Battycakes. Now that we got a built in excuse for me behaving myself, was thinkin' we could revisit a conversation. Especially, since, you know. You got Florida Woman learning that shit.

[bolderfell]

[That's. That's a bat?

Actually, Therion's heard something about this, hasn't he?]

Are you the... great-great grandfather, or something?

Goro Akechi

[foolishjustice]

[deuteranope]

[OKAY. Okay.

Well. He could probably get away with avoiding this even longer, but then he's also being a shitty host on top of everything else, and the worst of it was already out of the way, right?

Haha, Right. Not very optimistic in the first place, Mav can't make himself believe that lie when he finally tracks down Akechi again. He has his hands in his pockets, and he's been holding off on the alcoholic drinks for the past while so he can have enough focus for this, even if he curses himself up and down for the number it's doing on his nerves. Still, he clears his throat and tries to sound casual when he approaches. Casual and friendly. Just a friendly dude. They're friends now.]

Hey. Not skimping on the food tonight, right?

Jolyne Cujoh

[strings_theory]

[One hundred percent wearing this shit, y'all.]

[bolderfell]

[Amid his sense here of weird displacement and his ongoing internal crisis, at least Jolyne still makes him feel halfway approaching normal. In a low voice, he asks:]

We're actually supposed to eat all this?

Rover

[synthsized]

[synthsized]

[Rover has arrived dressed to impress, complete with breasts they definitely did not have before, and a very limited understanding of what Thanksgiving is.

Well.

Maybe limited is the wrong word. They've done their research, but everything seems contradictory and pointless so they're not really sure what's going on. All they know is that they're here to see Maverick and meet his friends.

And also eat food and taste it for the first time.]

Adelaide Cooke

[transfusionem]

[transfusionem]

[Adelaide arrives just a little early, wanting to see if there's any way she can help. She's not got much else to spend her time on, anyways, and she'll gladly take the excuse to get out of class.

Notably, though, is that she doesn't seem interested in any of the food actually available. She's certainly consuming - it's just all coming from a flask she pulls from her pocket.]

Tamaki Suou (ten years later like I do)

[prince_type]