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[lockedon]

[ Some time after he's dragged back to his apartment by a knight in shining armor catboy wearing all black, Laurent will find one (1) fancy bottle of booze sitting outside the front door of his apartment. There's a folded note underneath it too, which simply reads:

Merry Christmas
Don't drink it all at once.
- Eustace

Seriously, don't drink it all at once. ]

[frenchkiss]

[ Laurent will remain unsure if this is an insult after their prior meeting or if he should be embarrassed a man like Eustace has given him a gift. ]

delivery

[schwarzen]

[ Sometime during the day on Christmas Eve, a strange man in a Santa suit and his cute helper elf are delivering gifts to familiar faces. On Laurent's doorstep, Siegfried leaves a small box. Within the small box is an assortment of cookies, and a small wooden figurine. ]

Merry Christmas, Laurent! This holiday season, I set out to carve the creature or animal that most reminds me of the person. Our first meeting may have been rather chaotic, but I made a memento for it. In addition, geese are some of the most intelligent birds. They have amazing memory and do not often forget others. The goose responsible for bringing us together certainly wasn't my friend, but I hope this one can be yours. Warm Regards, Siegfried.

[frenchkiss]

[ Another memento to keep in his pocket, it seems.

My Tired Knight Can't Be This Cute. What the hell... ]

action; sometime after the April event (feel free to assume the location)

[naotorious]

Hey~! I got you a present! (*≧▽≦)/ I'll drop it off when you have the time!

[ And whenever/wherever that may be, Nao will make his way to see Laurent. The edamame he boiled is seasoned with a hint of salt and garlic powder nicely packed into a container that Makoto let him borrow a few weeks back.

The rumors had been an ugly experience that Nao can only hope that everyone will agree to just never bring them up again, even if this island has been a mostly judgement-free zone for him. One rumor he saw wasn't bad by any means. It looked harmless to him that he would've left the signs up if he wasn't already tearing them down.

"Laurent loves edamame."

Or something like that. The only downside is that maybe Laurent had a traumatizing experience with the beans like choking or something and the false rumor was set up there to -

Well. Laurent will let him know if he can't eat it, he'd think! In which case then he'll have the edamame for himself. ]

[frenchkiss]

[ Laurent has been getting unexpected visitors lately, but he's not hating it. He has picked up at least two transient cats since the last time anyone was in his apartment, but as much as he adores cats, human attention is better.

The cats run out from between Laurent's feet as he opens the door for Nao when he shows up, looking confused. It's Nao... and food? It smells like food. He can't identify it yet, but definitely food. ]

Salut? Nao, I wasn't expecting you. Come in!

[naotorious]

Hey hey~ I wanted to give this to you while they're still good! [ Oh the cats...!! He'd be even more distracted by them if he hadn't come here with a purpose! So once Nao's in, he holds out the warmed container for Laurent to open. When he does, the smell of garlic edamame will definitely permeate the room. Hopefully this is one of the rumors that actually hold true and he's not actually allergic or something. ]

After all the intense stuff with those rumors, that one about you loving edamame is probably one of the only real nice ones that I saw. I hope it's true, because I made this!

[frenchkiss]

Give me...

[ He's puzzled as ever, taking the container, and slowly... slowly...

The smell hits him in the nostrils and he recognizes it pretty quickly, unlike the reasoning for it, which only dawns on him when Nao mentions the rumors.

And then, he grins, cracking up into laughter as he holds the container firmly between his hands. A jolly bubbling of laughter that has his thin shoulders shaking.

Once he settles with a snort of hair from his nose, he nods quickly. ]

Ah-- hehehe -- y-yes, you're right. It is true. The cat is out of the bag. I am... incredibly fond of 'Edamame'. Why don't we sit and share these with some cold beer, hm? I have a few cans I managed to get my hands on.

[naotorious]

[ It's nice to see Laurent laugh but for him to laugh that much almost has Nao doubting himself like he's totally missing something. But Laurent tells him otherwise, so he's relieved. They all had a rough week so he's just glad to have made him laugh. ]

Yeah, yeah! That sounds good! [ Nao will have...one can. And only one can. He'll relax into his seat when he's guided to one. ]

Whew! For a second I thought it could be a lie like you were in fact allergic...and had a near death experience or something. It must've still been annoying but you're so lucky to have something as harmless as that tacked to the walls.

[ (He obviously missed the memo about Makoto's nickname.) ]

[frenchkiss]

[ Poor Nao. He is doomed to be left in the dark. Laurent wants him to figure it out on his own and he's sticking to that want. It's cute, really. That rumor had come back in the most innocent way possible.

He takes two beers out from his small kitchen area and brings them over to set them on the table. ]

Luckily, no! The idea of eating Edamame makes me happy, honestly. Thank you for being so considerate, Nao. Now one person here knows my favorite snacck. Aren't you lucky?

text; some nebulous time after The Incident

[lockedon]

Laurent. It's Eustace. Are you busy?

text;

[frenchkiss]

[ Woah. He never expected Eustace to message him. Wow. ]

Not at all, Eustace. What is it?

[lockedon]

[ He types out we need to talk first before deleting it. ]

How are you feeling?

[frenchkiss]

I'm fine, Eustace. I've been banged up worse, don't worry.

[lockedon]

That doesn't excuse what I did.

[ This is going to haunt him until...well, until the next time the island makes him punch someone in the face, probably. ]

Are you home?

text; un: Star-Lord

[spacedisaster]

Ey Laurent, it's been a while since we talked. I was wondering if you would like to hang out one of those days, go for a drink or something.

I learned how to distill Vodka from the potato crops.

[ So you know, he plans on getting absurdly drunk with it because Peter had a terrible month. A lot of his friend have gone missing, and he can only put a cheerful facade for so long. Being a Stepford Smiler is tiring. ]

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[frenchkiss]

Homebrewed vodka? That's one way to get me over there.

Yes, I'd like that. I think I need a good time out.

[ Between Complications with Edamame and some of his last remaining contacts here leaving, he's pretty ready to go and be messy for an evening. It won't be the first time he's drank his cares away. ]

[spacedisaster]

Yup. I even have a lovely cottage next to the crops. It's the perfect place for enjoying the summer night in the porch while we drink the vodka.

[ At least until they get carried away and start wandering the city. ]

Rough day?

[frenchkiss]

You're living the life every European grandfather dreams of, Peter. Sounds good to me.

It's been a few bumpy weeks. I'm guessing it's the same for you?

[spacedisaster]

Har har. Listen, I worked my ass off to get this cottage, you can bet yours I'm going to make use of it. Feel free to come over at any time, I'm already here.

Sorry to hear it's been bad for you as well. And yeah, you could say that. I really don't want to talk or think about it, hence the drinking plan for the night. But if you do, then I'll listen.

The Doctor's Back In

[freshcut]

[Abigail is bored.

It's not a grand statement. It doesn't deviate greatly from the status quo. After ascertaining quickly there is, indeed, no way out aside from what is usually required, she's taken to busying herself with pulling apart anything small that can be dismantled, examining the various crude toys, and sniffing the sparse food for edibility. The matter of fact is, Abigail has been bored for a very long time now.

And she's managed to sleep throughout the only exciting thing to have ravaged the island since her arrival, somehow.]

Death sounds so good right now. [She mutters to the only occupant of the room, sprawled on the plush bed to take as much space as possible, looking like the world's least sexy starfish.]

[frenchkiss]

[ Aby isn't the one he'd want to be here with, but he never minds her company. She's interesting and, in the weirdest ways, they understand each other. They've both been living in a world that's slighted them at every turn, though he knows well that his baggage is minuscule compared to what she's seen.

He can't ever blame her for hunting death. Who's he to try and judge how she's handled her pain?

So if laying here on the bed, staring at the ceiling and voicing her ennui is what she wants to do, he can only smile about it. ]

What? Not having fun? You have to admit, this place is at least different from home, even if it's only new to you out of the two of us.

[freshcut]

Easy for you to say. I bet you were around for the big shebang and the eldritch creatures. Not all of us could be so lucky.

[Is she salty? Right. Aby is a little bit salty. More than a little bit. She'd spend the past few weeks holed up and hogging what little entertainment lies around, and wandering aimlessly. It's just her luck to miss all the action this time.]

You're having so much fun, you haven't even figured out a way to get us out of here, hae you?

[frenchkiss]

Our definitions of 'luck' are wildly different, Aby, even now.

[ Laurent loves excitement but he does have a few threadbare limitations. Monstrosities and the undead are among them. ]

Oh, just the time of my life. Or, I was, but recently I'm very into the idea of going home. Of course, Edamame and I are doing lovey-dovey things now, so is it worth the trade off?

[freshcut]

[The thrill of hovering, immediate danger isn't an alien concept to Aby, and yet she understands that the vague belief in its temporariness is the inconspicuous safety net her crew relies on for their sanity.

There doesn't seem to be anything temporary about any of this. It would drive a lesser person mad. For his part, Laurent remains Laurent, doing the most. The bait to distract her is transparent, and she can't resist biting.]

How's that an upgrade? It's Edamame.