Hot Potato (party log)

[desperate_times_right]

Who: Chloe Frazer & any and all party people!!
What: Harvest Celebrations/Halloween Party/Ruby’s Birthday/Rat Marriage/Big Communal Cooking Party so Chloe doesn't burn down her house
When: October 12
Where: At Chloe’s house on Greene Street

Content Warnings: Food descriptions, probably.
Other Notes: Feel free to make this a mingle and reply to other characters!

Chloe had wondered whether to go through with the harvest party once Lalo had disappeared, but as they say, the show must go on. There's still a lot worth celebrating, and people need something hopeful after the mess last month. Luckily her house had made it through everything all right.

The poster had said to wear a costume, so she's hoping to see a lot of those, and she’d recruited some people to help her put together the menu exactly to Lalo’s specifications, so unfortunately no one is safe from British Potatoes. There are even candles for the birthday cake.

Chloe herself is dressed as a sexy lumberjack, with one of Lalo’s old flannels tied in a knot under her breasts and denim cutoffs made from the jeans Kostya had gotten blood on (shh). She's got a fire roaring, because otherwise she’d freeze.

Comments

[webshootings]

Oh.

[ What does one say to that? Peter doesn't know. The urge to apologize is right there but he knows that's not going to help. What's done is done and Billy died.

Peter swallows around a lump in his throat. ]

So this place is kind of like a second chance? Is that how you think of it?

[notarat]

Of course. [ That answer seems to come relatively easily. After all-- ] I am alive once more.

[ That's the literal definition of a second chance, right? If this place had not pulled him here, he would still have been back home. Dead.

There's a slight pause, almost hesitant. But since he trusts Peter relatively well enough, Billy adds a bit of a more personal worry he wouldn't always share so easily. ]

I can't say it's necessarily a certain existence though. Who knows what might happen to me if we ever leave this place again. Perhaps I would return to the dead once more.

[webshootings]

Maybe.

( but that's one of those things that no one knows and can really report on, isn't it? people leave but no one can tell what happens after. )

So, I guess you want to stay here for as long as you can? Not someone that wants to get back home.

[notarat]

[ He nods.

.. though Billy also knows it's not fully that simple. ]

I mean, if there was a better alternative, I would take it. I can't say I enjoy the cold all that much. [ Especially given the fact that it was a harsh cold environment that eventually killed him back home.. ] But it does not seem like it would be possible to travel to any place that isn't this cold from here.

So far no one who leaves our nearby surroundings is ever seen or heard of again. [ In the entire time he's been here, anyway.

Which is quite a while at this point. ]

[webshootings]

( peter nods, chewing on that. it's not the first time that he heard about people never being seen again. he just hopes that they go back home or somewhere safe and don't disappear into the snow. )

So, what you're saying is don't disappear?

( he says it lightly before blowing out a breath. )

I wonder how big this place is. How big the boundaries are. How far someone can go.

[notarat]

Don't tell me you were intending on going to try and see that for yourself.

[ Billy isn't sure if he would put it past Peter. There are people here he's more inclined to believe that of, but Peter is kind of on the edge. He seems weirdly reckless at times, and then weirdly cautious at others. ]

That part about no one who does that ever being seen or heard of again was not a joke. [ Nor a challenge!! ]