TEA PARTY - ELEGANTE STYLE! Dated for TOMORROW NIGHT, 7/22

[entirelybonkers]

[Alice is determined to find her Hatter, so much so, in fact, that she's gone ahead and gotten to work on that tea party she had invited you all to not so long ago! She's gone to a lot of effort, you see, and - along with the help of a certain cabin boy named Siran (who, unbeknownst to Alice, has slipped in a few little savory tricks, uh oh) -

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[AWKWARD ALIEN]

[skinbrand]

[Networking. Goodwill. Right.

Nel hovers next to the table with scones, eyes ticking cautiously between the green and pink frosting. As always, she's purposely misinterpreted 'party' to mean 'attend in full gear'.]

HAVE ANOTHER AWKWARD

[electronichound]

[At least Nel knows how to dress herself at all. Watch some Ghost in the Shell and you'll see for yourself that self-dressing skills are not altogether common where Batou's from.

Tonight, however, he's managed to pull on a black shirt and spare everyone else the strain of looking at him.]

Do you know which ones turn individuals human?

AWKWARD RAVE

[skinbrand]

[The ginormous slit in her leather tunic is risqué, but apparently very battle-oriented, and Nel carries herself like a bodyguard might anyway. Her empty dagger sheaths clank sadly when she turns to stare Batou down, blank as hell.

Remembering to look apologetic, Nel sneaks around in her new satchel and withdraws the comm.]

Sorry. Could you translate that?

[electronichound]

[You are looking at a man whose superior officer wore a white latex teddy, thigh-highs and a leather jacket around for over a year. Female nudity is really not something Batou even notices. Well, he notices it. He likes it. It doesn't phase him, though.]

Hn. Of course.

[He types inhumanly fast.]

"Call me Batou. Do you know which treats turn individuals human? What is your primary language?"

[skinbrand]

[No Elicoorian has marched into war dressed in white latex teddies, to her knowledge, and Nel is perfectly happy to stay oblivious to this foolishness.

The corners of her lips tug down, hovering near envy at his typing proficiency. She hates the stupid buttons; better for her strained patience to talk into the communicator and let it translate on the screen with minimal pressing.]

Nel. I confess to being ignorant that these were tampered with.

Primarily, I speak [never-explicitly-stated name for her funky-ass alien talk].

[Language barrier or no language barrier, her displeasure shines through.]

[electronichound]

[Major Kusanagi has conducted assassinations stark naked except for her weapons and a personal cloaking device. A demure, stately figure of restraint, she is not.

But then again, neither is Batou.

He replies with the inhumanly fast typing.]

"I have perfect memory. Teach me basics and we can converse in your home language in a very short period of time."

[skinbrand]

[She's willing to forgive his mad skills-- if he can back that statement about his memory. Nel regards him with quiet consideration, filing every notable thing about him away for later.]

I'll definitely take you up on the offer some other time. Are you naturally gifted, or...?

[Since there are giant fucking robots galloping over the boat, Nel figures almost anything is possible.

Also he looks funny.]

[electronichound]

"I am a cyborg."

[And he realises she may not know what that is.]

"I am mostly machine with a human brain."

[Batou does look very weird. He's roughly 6'9", he weighs over a ton, his hair is snow white and his eyes are silver metal slugs.]

[skinbrand]

[Yet another beefy freak to tower over Nel and make her feel short.

Her chin subconsciously ducks, lips thinning out behind her scarf. Weighing the capabilities of a cyborg jerks her insides.]

Interesting.

[Uncomfortable pause.]

There's only one other person aboard this ship who can understand me without using these, and even he has his own translator. It would be... relieving.

[AWKWARD ALIEN] MEET [AWKWARD TINY TROLL]

[pimp_hat]

[Alright he can't just sulk through this whole party. Stranger stuff has happened to him. He can handle this. Of course he kind of looks like a child wearing an adult's clothing. The sleeves on his shirt have been rolled up completely, his hat keeps dipping over his eyes, and the only thing keeping his pants up are his hands.

Of course when he sees a ladymon examining one of the pastries that brought Kevas' fate on him he has to try and warn her.]

Ladymon stay away fro-

[Too bad he doesn't get to finish his warning as his foot catches on his pants and sends him crashing to the floor.]

Okay...ow.

DFLSDFDBAWWWWW

[skinbrand]

!!

[She darts a glance behind her at the frantic noise, and upon seeing what looks to be a young humanoid tripping over its own clothing, whirls and crouches to assist. One of her hands goes to his shoulder, offering assistance but waiting for him to recover.]

I don't understand you, and vice versa. I hope you're all right.

[That should make it clear faster than whipping out her communicator.]

[pimp_hat]

[What was that?

Kevas sits up so he won't have to worry about his pants falling off again. Okay so they aren't speaking the same language here. Instead Kevas just points and the pastries and shakes his head adamantly. And then his hat falls over his eyes again.

Sweet Loa he must look like an idiot.

Another bubble hiccup.

No wait, now he looks like an idiot.]

[skinbrand]

[Don't worry, Kevas. Nel's funkilicious poker face keeps her mouth from so much as twitching.

(She might be laughing inside. Poor trolldude. :( )

Adjusting his hat for him, she goes for her comm this time and speaks into it. The screen gets turned to settle in front of his eyes.]

Don't eat them...?

Ah, are you injured? I can take care of any scrapes or bruises.

[It's bad manners to do a spellcheck on strangers when they don't know your intentions, so.]

[pimp_hat]

[Kevas has to fight the urge to flail when she touches his hat. Why do people keep doing that!?

Oh right! The comms! He should have thought of those before. Kevas goes fishing into his pockets, grabbing his comm and following her lead.]

Right! Sometin' be wrong wid dem.

I be fine. [Other than the wounded pride and all.] Don't worry.

[Oh hey Nel, you get another bubble hiccup.]

[skinbrand]

[Nel stares politely, but isn't so sure that he's fine as he says.]

Just then... if you wouldn't mind?

[Making no sudden movements, her palm extends. A ring of soft light rises from its center, spinning and widening until it's the length of a grapefruit.]

[pimp_hat]

[Kevas stares back. Is there something on his face?]

Joo ain't gotta worry. I be fine, really.

[Why is she fussing over him? This wouldn't be the first time Kevas went face first into something.]