olive garden

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🎈GET YOUR ASSES TO OLIVE GARDEN🎈

Sometime in the morning on Sunday, there are little notes that have been slipped under everyone's doors. Written in markers reads the following:

Let's celebrate getting Knuckles back at Olive Garden tonight at 6pm!!!!
Also I'm bored
-Percy

…Yeah………but hey, at least these notes will be customized! Each note has two characters, but, uh, these might not be accurate to who's actually in the room. He doesn't know who everyone's roommates are, so he's just hoping for the best I guess. (Someone's note includes the new guy, More. Shizuka is also on one of these as a pink dolphin with glasses.)

Anyway, the Olive Garden seems to have some balloons floating around. With the current state of the residents, nobody seems to care! There are also chefs in the kitchen who will make whatever you ask, but pushing them around enough will get them to leave the kitchen to anyone who wants to make something. (Thank you Redd.) Drinks are available for everyone, alcohol and regular soft drinks alike, and really? The world is your oyster. … Olive? You get the drill.

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Comments

[saltofthesea]

[ The "putting your life at risk on a regular basis" part is unspoken, but Lark can guess. ]

No way I'd make through it, that's for sure.

[sacrificialpawn]

To be honest, that's probably for the best.

[Because in the end, the fewer people who have to end up like him, the better.]

[saltofthesea]

[ Lark can understand the sentiment at least. ]

I guess, but...

[sacrificialpawn]

But?

[Now he's curious.]

[saltofthesea]

At least you turned out strong...?

[sacrificialpawn]

[... ah. Even through the haze of the alcohol, that line cuts slightly, the same way as it always does when Eric says it. But he can't blame either of them, not when they don't know the reasons behind it...]

Only after a lot of hard work and practice. It's not like I just became this way...

[saltofthesea]

I know. It's just...

[ Lark gestures at himself, like look at this skinny nerd. ]

[sacrificialpawn]

[Oscar looks. Considers for a moment. And then:]

All right, tomorrow I'll get you some weights to start lifting! We'll start with the lightest and work up from there!

[... it is probably a very good thing that he is too drunk to actually remember this tomorrow.]

[saltofthesea]

Huh?

[sacrificialpawn]

You wanna get stronger, right? So you gotta start trainin'.

[Oscar no.]

[saltofthesea]

[ Oscar no. ]

I-Is that even possible for me...

[sacrificialpawn]

[RECONSIDERING THIS...]

... yeah, maybe not.

[saltofthesea]

...I figured as much...

[sacrificialpawn]

Hey, don't look so down. Even if you aren't strong, there are plenty of other things you can still do.

[... look out for the incoming headpat!]

[saltofthesea]

Like what?

[ Oscar's drunk, so fine, Lark will let him give that headpat. ]

[sacrificialpawn]

That part you gotta figure out for yourself.

[It's not a copout; he means that genuinely. Only Lark can figure out where his talents lie.]

[saltofthesea]

I can sorta guess.

[ It's just...well, in Wu-Jian, it seems all roads lead to violence eventually, so does it actually mean anything? ]