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 Posted: Thu Nov 22, 2012 9:33 am
"It's my pleasure!" She assured, still smiling. "Thank you for getting everyone together. I think this was just what we needed." Briefly, the trainee looked to Eva and nodded, almost in confirmation of things they had talked of previously; and even of things that hadn't been said aloud. It was common knowledge that sooner or later monsters would be on the top of their priority lists, again. So the chance to be free of that responsibility, even for as short of a while as this, was welcomed.
"Um, right well we weren't properly introduced, so," Wiping a hand on a spare towel to make sure it was dry, she then extended it toward the other trainee. "I'm Minerva!..." Despite the fact that she knew he knew that, the woman still said it...and she still waited for him to take her hand if he chose to, and to do the same.
"Oh, and we were wondering if you still needed help with decorations out there?"
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Posted: Thu Nov 22, 2012 9:41 am
"Hello, Banana," Jordan said.  Yes, he knew Otto. No, he was probably never going to refer to Otto by his actual name again. He gave the collection of random items a faintly dubious look, then shrugged and grinned. "Well, let's go put 'em in the middle of the long table and arrange them decoratively. Want to cut out some paper leaves or something to put around them?" He picked up the cans and went to set them down in the middle of the table. "I guess we can call that a cornucopia. Close enough, anyway." He gave Rep an odd look as he spotted the hostage return. "Why did you have - never mind, I don't want to know," he decided.
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Posted: Thu Nov 22, 2012 9:46 am
Roland wandered in with the general chaos of setting up looking around sheepishly. He wasn't sure where to start, who to help, what to do. He saw Rin properly for the first time, and tried not to stare too much. Jerry and Rep didn't seem to be bickering. It was odd, seeing all the hunters together so happy. Looking around towards anyone at all he asked, "Erm how can I help I guess?"
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Posted: Thu Nov 22, 2012 9:56 am
Jerry had been making his way back down the line toward Jordan and the rest, just barely registering that Hazel had returned with extra help when suddenly Rep was there.... With his ukulele. He took it from the man reverently, his expression trembling. "I.... th-thank you..." Paper turkeys were dropped as he hugged the thing to his chest like a beloved pet that had been lost and now returned to him. An immediately began checking it's tuning.
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Posted: Thu Nov 22, 2012 10:18 am
"Yeah, I already know." Otto replied smugly. "By the way, your mouth can only hold 16 marshmallows." Only, he says. Banana? Otto's expression fell flat, but soon a glare was shot at Jordan and his trusty poker face. Oh no you don't, guy. Oh no you better not. This was the dumbest nickname ever. So that was what all that miscellaneous crap was for? A make-shift cornucopia? Otto rolled his eyes heavily. So dumb. People are dumb. This is dumb. And then Jerry got a ukelele. Crap.
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Posted: Thu Nov 22, 2012 10:38 am
Rep positively beamed at Jordan as he opened the bottle and took a swig of it. Only then did he add. "I'm being enterprising!"
Jerry got an amicable smirk at his response to the ukulele too. So this was what being an alright person felt like. Not quite as gratifying as being a d**k, but what the hell it was a day for family and s**t and these bastards were the closest thing he had. It could have been worse.
He shot a glance back to the table Jordan and the others were at, eyeing it critically in case dreaded fruit and veg had materialised.
"You don't even have any bananas." The absence of fruit was welcome and set him back at ease. Yet they seemed to like saying it.
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Posted: Thu Nov 22, 2012 10:41 am
"OTTO." Jerry suddenly tucked the uke under his arm, swiping up two knives from the place settings and quickly shuffled to grab a couple of Hazel's cans and jars, giving them an experimental tap with the knife. Yes, yes good enough tone difference- "Otto otto, just... just here! Give me a Tum-tum da-da-dumdum-da-da here like this see, here!" And he thrust the knives into the young man's hands with an expression that said 'if you don't do this, there could be a bazooka in your near future.'
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Posted: Thu Nov 22, 2012 11:06 am
With the kitchen filling up at an alarming pace, Sasha edged towards the door of the kitchen. She gestured towards Wash, wordlessly motioning that she was going to take her chances in the cafeteria. She could've sworn that she'd heard Rin's voice - a little bastion of safety, so to speak. If things got too hairy, she'd just leave - and the large crowd was already setting off alarm bells despite her best intentions. Skirting along the wall of the cafeteria, Sasha peered around for Rin, a blatantly uncomfortable expression on her face.
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Posted: Thu Nov 22, 2012 11:24 am
"What." Otto's icy gaze flicked to the tall and skinny pole of awkwardness. His attempts to get Otto to drum were met with an annoyed huff, full of teenage angst. "Ya want me to drum on cans of food like some kinda hobo?" He clarified with a brow raised high.
Jerry's stare was kind of unnerving. Since the knives were sort of shoved at him, and he didn't want to help out with the set up at all, he considered. "This is dumb.." he mumbled incoherently. He shoved the knives on the table, but then pulled out a pair of drum sticks from the elastic of his pants.
That's right. Otto travels with drumsticks at all times. A force of habit.
"Whatever, dude." The teen pulled a couple of other objects together and attempted a half decent drum solo for the scary creeper-man.
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Posted: Thu Nov 22, 2012 11:30 am
Jerry positively melted as Otto begrudgingly obliged him, even more gleeful that the fellow musician had brought his own drumsticks...
There's no escape now, kid. Roar purred in amusement.
Jerry's eyes closed as he listened to the rhythm Otto laid out... it wasn't quite what he had requested but he could make it work.
He began to strum, the little instrument singing out happily as though it had missed the Sun hunter as much as he missed it. And then Jerry began to sing,
"A long, long time ago... I can still remember how that music used to make me smile," Eyes still closed, he smiled at the memory.
"And, I knew if I had my chance that I could make those people dance, and...
Maybe they'd be happy for a while..."
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Posted: Thu Nov 22, 2012 11:33 am
Rep glanced over at the impromptu little sing along he'd probably been responsible for enabling.
And didn't regret a ******** thing.
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Posted: Thu Nov 22, 2012 11:40 am
Roland watched Otto and Jerry for a moment, Sylvia squeealing in his head.
<< You know this song! I know you do! Don't you dare not sing! >>
< Well.. yeah but... >
<< DO IT! >>
Roland only shrugged and edged closer to the two adding onto Jerry's song.
"But, February made me shiver with every paper I'd deliver... Bad news on the doorstep - I couldn't take one more step." He offered a sheepish smile, singing along quietly at the time. He hadn't sang much at all except when alone at Sylvia's request.
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Posted: Thu Nov 22, 2012 12:03 pm
Jerry seemed to brighten up even more as Ro joined in, beaming widley. His voice retained the sorrow of the lyrics, but there was something far too light and friendly about a ukulele backed up on drummed dishes.
"I can't remember if I cried when I read about his widowed bride..." He hesitated, eyes suddenly darting to the side. He didn't want to bring people down this early in the night, it had just been the first song to come to mind. Something about America and Pie. A few adjustments would be needed. Let's keep this festive.
"But Hunters reach deep inside..... the day we let the music fly!
"So, bye bye Delicious Pie
Drove my Golum to the Mission, but the Mission was a lie,
Them good ol' Suns were drinking whiskey and rye, singing...
This won't be the day that I die
This won't be the day that I die~"
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Posted: Thu Nov 22, 2012 12:08 pm
He looked at the maybe-damp hand, debated, but shook her hand with a black, soft-gloved hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you. As for decorations, Jerry, Jordan, Hazel, and Otto got that covered. Rin is setting up the table. Rep and Harrison have the chairs. All we have to worry about now is making sure everyone that you can think of arrives and to have the dinner ready. If there is anything you guys need? I'm not a cook but I can stir something." Everything was working nicely.
Then he heard music.
Confused, he glanced to the door. "Did...someone bring a radio?" It was a strange station.
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Posted: Thu Nov 22, 2012 12:11 pm
Rep was listening to a song he thought he knew already, mentally singing along with it. Until Jerry.. well until Jerry went all Jerry on it. He almost choked on his drink in a mixture of surprise and amusement as for once in his life, he actually found Jerry funny. He had to be going all nerd and just not realised it - it was terrible.
Suppressing his coughs he tried not to derail the whole thing while not drowning in spirits - it was a moderate success.
Back to being able to breathe again he couldn't help but snicker, covering his face with a palm.
Jerry.
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