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Characters: Daxter, OPEN to Vincent's household and the Eco Barrel household
When: August 22, all evening
Where: The Eco Barrel
Rating: PG(since the event is still on during this.)
Summary: Daxter decides to have a friendly "Bonding Night" at his place.
Daxter set the last plate of snack food on the table in the main area of his club, it was just about early evening, so the day had gone well. He'd thrown together plenty of food, found music and games, and put up most of the alcohol in one afternoon. Stalking Zelos while he cooked was proving educational for the currently rainbow-colored Ottsel.
The Flut-Flut and crocadog where free to wander around, but since they were both clever enough, Daxter had made it clear they were to behave if they wanted to stay. He'd already set food and water out for them in a corner since they couldn't eat the people food. Tik, who'd apparently been with the cracadog for several months, chattered away cheerfully on his shoulder, so small he was barely visible to the average person. Daxter gently patted the small purple bug.
There was only one more thing to set up...Daxter had invested in a number of large, fuzzy beanbag chaiers a few days prior and tossed them in a spare room. Now, one by one, they were dragged out and arranged neatly in the middle of the room. Once that was done, he started the music, then dived onto a cushy blue beanbag to wait for the party to start.
When: August 22, all evening
Where: The Eco Barrel
Rating: PG(since the event is still on during this.)
Summary: Daxter decides to have a friendly "Bonding Night" at his place.
Daxter set the last plate of snack food on the table in the main area of his club, it was just about early evening, so the day had gone well. He'd thrown together plenty of food, found music and games, and put up most of the alcohol in one afternoon. Stalking Zelos while he cooked was proving educational for the currently rainbow-colored Ottsel.
The Flut-Flut and crocadog where free to wander around, but since they were both clever enough, Daxter had made it clear they were to behave if they wanted to stay. He'd already set food and water out for them in a corner since they couldn't eat the people food. Tik, who'd apparently been with the cracadog for several months, chattered away cheerfully on his shoulder, so small he was barely visible to the average person. Daxter gently patted the small purple bug.
There was only one more thing to set up...Daxter had invested in a number of large, fuzzy beanbag chaiers a few days prior and tossed them in a spare room. Now, one by one, they were dragged out and arranged neatly in the middle of the room. Once that was done, he started the music, then dived onto a cushy blue beanbag to wait for the party to start.