Open RP: Toad's Birthday Celebration!

[morty_toad]

(ooc: Worlds End description borrowed (and slightly tweaked) from shaman_x, who first posted it for the karaoke party. Used with permission.)Worlds End. There are entrances for it all over the world, all marked with the neat gold print of the Worlds End marquee. No matter where you are, you'll be able to find an entrance in the busiest and trendiest

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[will_stiles]

Willard hadn't been to a party in, well, ever, partly because he didn't like noise, and mostly because no one ever invited him. But he'd been reading a lot of books on improving his confidence and social life recently, and going to an actual social event seemed like a good idea, even if he didn't stay long.

Socrates is in his pocket, and nuzzles Will's fingers reassuringly. Will goes off to see if he can find them both some cake.

[morty_toad]

"Hi there!" Toad greets enthusiastically. "I have no idea who you are, but welcome! I'm Toad. Or Morty. Or Mortimer. You pick what you want to call me, as long as it's not Dog. What's your name?"

[will_stiles]

Willard is struck into a horrified silence for a moment. Not only is someone talking to him, but that someone is green, and his legs seem to not be entirely human either. But Socrates nudges his thumb, and he gulps down some air.

"Um. Willard?" he says. "Hi Mr. Mortimer. Hope you don't mind that we're here. Thought I should meet new people."

[morty_toad]

"You say your name like it's a question! Are you not sure what it is?" Toad says, laughing. Then he looks around to the sides and behind Willard. "We?" Toad asks. He didn't see any we. "Did you bring someone? That's perfectly fine! The more, the merrier, I'd say."

[will_stiles]

"Sorry," willard said. He scooped up Socrates in his hand and let him run up onto his shoulder. "This is my friend Socrates. But he can go back in my pocket if you want. I was just looking for something to feed him. He likes birthday cake."

[morty_toad]

Toad blinks, a little surprised. But he recovers quite quickly. "That's a rat!" he says, laughing. "Hey, is that your mutation? You can talk to animals? That's neat-o!" He sounds genuine with that.

"There should be cake around..." He points in a random direction. "There. I think!"

[will_stiles]

"Oh, good," Willard says. Socrates is sniffing in Toad's general direction. "But I'm not a mutant... I just talk to rats. I understand them."

He might have mentioned that he had, before, managed to get the rats to completely destroy his boss' party and then kill said boss, but he thought that now really wasn't the time to bring it up.

[morty_toad]

"Oh. Well, that's... unique!" Toad says enthusiastically. "So, what do you do for a living, Willard?"

[will_stiles]

Socrates poked at his ear. "Oh, not much. Paperwork for a foundry," Willard explained. "People tell me I don't have enough ambition to do anything more interesting. What do you do, Mr. Mortimer?"

[morty_toad]

"Political activist!" Toad says enthusiastically. Normally, he didn't bother with the word games like Pyro did, but Toad figured that if he used the word terrorist, the shy guy over here might piss his pants.

And why did that rat keep staring at him like that?

[will_stiles]

"Oh," Willard said. He wasn't sure what he could say to that. "That must be very interesting," he said diplomatically.

Socrates squeaked at him, and Willard glanced down and grinned. "I think he likes you. Or maybe he just wants cake. Do you have rats where you live?"

[morty_toad]

"Now? No, not now. Though, I used to live on the steets, and there were more then a few rats there!" Toad laughs. "They liked London, I think."

Out of the corner of his eye, a hottie catches Toad's attention. "Well. That is one hungry looking rat! The cake is over there," Toad points. "And that lovely lady waiting for me is right over there." He nods in the direction. But he smiles at Willard. "Nice to meet you, mate. Catch you later!"

[will_stiles]

"Thanks," Willard said, and went over to find the cake. "Well, we do meet some strange people, don't we Socrates? Maybe we should've brought Ben too."

He feeds Socrates a clump of cake with a bit of icing on it.

[machi_in_snow]

Machi was walking around the place when she noticed a rat in someone's pocket. Machi wondered if she was seeing things so she approached the person with said rat in their pocket.

"Hello. I'm... Machi Kuragi. What is your name? I couldn't help but noticed the rat in your pocket. Does he have a name too?"

[will_stiles]

Willard hesitated for a moment, but then grinned a little nervously. "Socrates," he said. "I mean, he's Socrates. I'm Willard."

Socrates snuffled and sniffled at her from the edge of Will's pocket.

"Do you like rats too?"

[machi_in_snow]

Machi gave a small smile. "Pleasure to meet you, Willard." She gently stroked the rat's head. "You too, Socrates."

Machi didn't take her eyes off the rat as she answered Willard's question. "I love rats. They are very smart and resourceful animals. They are the closest creatures to God, after all." Yes, she just said that as if it was a common fact.