It's Dinner Time!

[fetchdixon]

Who: Emmett, Badou, Hermes, Sasha, (Eddie and Ishtar?) and OPEN
When: Just after reset - Venice mind reading
Where: The building next to the big clock tower
Summary: Emmett got bored, made tons of food and now needs some help eating it. Madness follows as dinnertime conversation can never me quite as controlled with people reading your mind!
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[msg_ina_bottle]

Hermes appeared, frowning as he limped along. The mind reading hasn't even occurred to him, as he's been off in his own world for the moment part. He's even too busy thinking about things inwardly to notice that the random thoughts aren't even spoken.

"....Huh. Guess this is it." He mutters, knocking as he looks off down the street. Yep. He was tired of this place already.

[fetchdixon]

Emmett opened the door with a grin. He was so far unaware of what this weeks experiment had in store.

"Hey hunny, come in, come in," he invited. "There's plenty of food, I've put a plate out for you."

Oh Lord, he's friggin' hot...

[msg_ina_bottle]

"....Sorry?" Hermes looked at Emmett oddly a moment, before walking on into the home.

"Uh, did you ever get that snow thing back?" That's an ice breaker, right?

[fetchdixon]

.. what did he hear me...? ... oh shit it's like a telepathy experiment or somethin' I'll bet... stop tryin' to look at his ass he'll hear you thinkin' about it!...

"Oh, yeah, I did... all in one piece too, so no harm done. That things been through hell an' back," Emmett grimaced. "But I guess so have the rest of us. You like ravioli?"

[msg_ina_bottle]

".....What?" He can't help but look back at Emmett, confused and uncertain.

Telepathy? His mind set off rapidly, a blur of multiple thoughts at once as he considered all the possible situations what would have ended with him in this situation. "I know my....ass looks nice...Why are you....?" Nevermind.

He just nods along as Emmett keeps talking, before frowning and looking at the man sidelong in a lazy manner. "What is ravioli?"

[fetchdixon]

"Pfft... what is ravioli? Well come in, sit down, an' find out. Badou said you were comin' so I put a plate out for you, jus' help yourself."

...yes, Badou brought him... keep your hands off him Em or it'll end badly... God I'm horny an' his jeans make his... no... think of Badou... don't even go there... wait... can this guy hear all of this?... shit!... lalalala! I'm not thinkin', I'm not thinkin' lalalalala!

[msg_ina_bottle]

"It is too late, you know." He leaned in a little more toward Emmett, eyeing the man up and down carefully. "The lalalaing is going to give me a headache, you know."

As for himself, he kept his thoughts strictly on mundane things, nothing in particular. He noted the color of the walls, just stared at them for a long while.

"So...lets try this food." Never eaten before....Maybe it'll be interesting.

[fetchdixon]

"Sorry," Emmett winced.

pink ponies happy sky pie frogs pixies... ass... no!... puppy dogs glitter rainbows forests unicorns beaches...

"Ok, come in, Badou is already in there an' Sasha is as well."

[msg_ina_bottle]

"Don't worry about, just don't be obnoxious in your thoughts." Hermes commented, waving hos hand about dismissively as he started toward the other voices in the house. He had a bit of a limp still, but otherwise showed no outward signs of having been in a fight. Well...aside from his classic grumpiness.

"Sasha's here? Heh..." Ob that made him smirk a bit.

[fetchdixon]

"Yeah, an' Badou. Go sit down an' help yourself, I've jus' got to get the door - it's probably Eddie or Ishtar."
Emmett gestured to where the table was and hurried to get the door again.