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.

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[burying]

[ Billy's words are met with a tight-lipped smile. It's not the first time he's heard that. Amy told him that, so did Alex. They're not easy words to hear. Granted, it's in a different context. Stealing from the dead is a lot different to eating the living. His head dips and he makes a soft humming sound: non-committal, non-confrontational. ]

Well— [ He inhales, lifting his head and looking around. Billy's got his skull makeup on, and there's others dressed up in varying degrees. ] I guess this is also kind of a Halloween party.

Halloween's the one time of the year where it's okay to be a monster. And— well, Chloe'd put a stop to anyone starting shit. So I figured... maybe just this once.

[notarat]

[ Momentarily Billy contemplates telling Kieren that he wouldn't really have all that much trouble with setting the belongings of someone who was being rude to him about his condition on fire, but.. he's not sure if Kieren is the type to appreciate that, really.

Instead he figures he'll keep it to himself. At least for now. ]

It is always alright to just be who you are, Kieren. [ Even if he knows the reasons why Kieren thinks it's not. But-- let's face it, without any Darkwalker influence, Kieren is exactly like the rest of them. Billy doesn't know why he should view him differently from any other person then. ] Besides, if you are going to call yourself a monster, then I am not even sure anymore what word we would need to use for Cornelius.

[ Implying he's worse. Gently. Almost playfully, if Billy was better at displaying that emotion. Instead it's just coming out in a kind of dry and deadpan way.. ]

[burying]

Guess I'm still trying to learn that one. [ Kieren's smile is small and tight-lipped. It's sad. But he gets what Billy's getting at, and he quietly appreciates it. Kieren doesn't really know when he'll be okay about it, or if he'll truly be okay. He really doesn't.

But it helps, hearing that.

He lets that moment hang for a few beats before his brow furrows. Cornelius, well— his mouth opens and closes. Yeah, he's heard all that shit about Cornelius. He's still Kieren's mate, though. And in true fashion, for lack of not knowing what to say— he leans into humour. ]

Well, he's a bit of a dick sometimes. And a weirdo, but— [ He inhales, eyebrows raising. ] I suppose we can't be totally perfect.

[notarat]

[ A bit of a dick certainly is more than Billy imagined the other would say - though he understands that with the way Kieren is saying it, it does sound like he's just taking the piss. Which works, considering that's pretty much the same thing Billy himself had been doing. ]

Then you know what I put up with. [ There's the tiniest hint of a smile on Billy's face as he's saying it though.. It's likely he means that affectionately. In his own way.

There's a slight pause. And even when Billy starts talking, it's a little slowly - implying that thought might have been a thoughtful pause, the man trying to decide on how to bring this up. ]

Have you ever thought about.. [ Another pause, much slighter. ] You know. Finding someone?

[ The wink wink version of finding someone, that is. Not that Billy is actually winking. He would never. ]

I am aware pickings are slim here though.

[burying]

Think I've got a bit of an idea, yeah.

[ Kieren's own smile is small, quietly joking. Yeah, Hickey is the way he is. But he's still the person Billy loves. Kieren gets it. He hums thoughtfully at the question, head dipping for a moment. ]

It's... kind of complicated. All of that. For something like me.

[ Something, not someone. It says it all with that particular word choice. Kieren isn't sure it's... he doesn't think anyone would want him like this. Not in that way. Kieren shifts from foot to foot, a little uncomfortable. Something flitters in his expression. ]

I mean, there was someone, back home. [ He doesn't mind saying it. It's Billy, and well— he gets what Billy's getting at. The man's trying. ] He, uh— he was like me. He was my best mate. We grew up together. He died. Then I died.

We both came back like this, and— he died. Not long before I ended up here.

[notarat]

.. I'm sorry to hear it.

[ Despite the fact that it's still said relatively calmly, it does seem like Billy actually means those words. There's something in the way he pauses for a moment before saying it, in the way the gaze in his eyes softens a little bit as he looks at Kieren.

Look, he would hate to admit it, but he'd also be feeling pretty bad if Hickey got himself killed in this place like a dumbass. Kieren must be feeling at least that for the person he liked, if not more. ]

At least there is a chance he could show up here as well. [ Look, Billy is pretty sure he died, and he's here. Why couldn't the same happen with Kieren's partner, even if he already died twice? ] You could have another chance.

[burying]

Maybe? I dunno. [ Rick's already dead and gone. He doesn't know if he can come back again. Maybe, it's possible, like how so much of this place here that seems impossible is. ]

I've been here right since the beginning. No one from my home's ever turned up here. Guess I'm just... one of the unlucky ones. [ Saying that, he's not even sure he'd want anyone from his world to end up here. Sure, it'd be nice having them here but... if the Darkwalker got Jem. He can't bear the thought of it. ]

Not like you lot from that Expedition. Mad how you all keep turning up. Maybe it's like a proximity thing. You were all in the arctic, anyways.

[notarat]

[ Billy lets out a slight huff. ]

I would rather have you have your mates here than have all these men I know around.

[ Sure, he's.. mostly glad Hickey is here. Sometimes he does think about how peaceful it'd be to not have that guy around, but on the whole, it's a not fully a negative experience.

The rest of them though? Far more doubtful. ]

Shoving us all into a small town together is practically torture for everyone involved. While I imagine you have plenty of people you would be glad to see.