Goin' Out a Town in Style [BBS]

[om_nom_namur]

Whats up garden? Hope yall had fun here in sweet dollet town. Gonna be shipping off before too long and who knows when we'll sail this way again. So how bout we say goodbye in style? Dj fishbros got the tunes! Wheres my plannin peeps? Someone bring food, someone else bring drinks. Invite the local friends you made over the break and we'll make it a night to remember!

[A little while later, an IC edit goes up.]

Warehouse down by the wharf. Party starts when people show up. Ends when they shut us down.

[At about the same time this post goes up, certain people will also be receiving PMs individually, though the PM is identical to each person:]

[PMs to Marco, Thatch, Grell, Ace, and Espio]

So weathers shitty and that means the beach is out. One of you guys find us a place to party with a roof overhead and we're set.

[Yes, that's all the context he gives. Let's see if this thing happens, huh?]

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[om_nom_namur]

[He is just. Facepalming. Yep.]

[Suddenly Fionna seems streetwise, for some reason.]

[Muttered:] Goin' t' have t' start buyin' damn dictionaries in bulk.

[Then he holds out his webbed hand.]

Nice t' meet y'.

[kitchenfistfirechaosstyle]

Any friend of Pinkie's is a friend of mine. Or a rival, or both, depending.

[Champloo claps his hand into Namur's and gives a firm shake.]

I apologize if I have been monopolizing her! After that disaster earlier, my kitchen here was terribly nasty! Food and sauce everywhere!

[laughafterme]

It was kinda fun, though! [She really doesn't mind getting messy.] But getting all that prepared again is gonna be a pain. Or easy. [This is Champloo, after all.]

[om_nom_namur]

Food 'n' sauce everywhere, huh? Looked like y' thought most a it was all over yer mouths! Blamenco ain't even that slobbery with a girl an' he's got bigass holes in his chin!

[.... Not helping.]

Er. Well anyway. Y'all ought t' come up for air an' go on down t' the warehouse tonight.

[kitchenfistfirechaosstyle]

Hyahya, you are seeing the results after the cleaning! We have been working hard to scrub sauce out of every nook and cranny! It would be easier to clean an English muffin, boom!

[Champloo peers curiously at Namur, rubbing his chin in consideration.]

Are you perhaps jealous of the meal that I have had set before me?

[laughafterme]

Oh, English muffins are WAY worse! [NOD NOD!]

Um...maybe you should make him a meal, too? [Right?? But she gets to Namur's last statement.]

Maybe! If there's time! You know...English muffins and all! [She's smiling, but even she knows she's a terrible liar. Not worse than Applejack, though.]

[om_nom_namur]

[Namur, meanwhile, is trying very hard not to die laughing at how much worse Chammy managed to make that analogy, while they both continue swimming right over Pinkie's head.

So now things are both awkward and funny as hell. Damn.]

Naw, that's alright Pinkie. Meals from dudes ain't my thing.

[kitchenfistfirechaosstyle]

A true chef can make a perfect meal for any person, regardless of age, species, or gender! And for the record, that isn't a metaphor; I am speaking about cooking. Cooking, of course, is a metaphor for life, but do not read too much into this. I am happy with Pinkie; I am merely a cook as well!

[laughafterme]

[Pinkie looks between them, feeling like the awkward duck right now.]

....yep, I'm lost! [She seems perfectly okie dokie lokie with admitting such, given her grin.]

[om_nom_namur]

[And now it's Namur's turn to get lost because both things had already been established? And he didn't refute them? He ran his hand over the back of his head, bemused.]

Thaaat's... great, dude.

[At least he sort of tried to sound like he meant it.]

Never understood why y' humans're so... [He squints. What is with this guy's ears?] ...uh. The hell? Y' ain't human!

[kitchenfistfirechaosstyle]

[Hey, Champloo didn't want Namur to get confused and think he was being hit on with all that meal talk...]

That is correct. I am a demon, formerly from the Netherworld known as Evil Academy, where I was also the Home Economics teacher!

[laughafterme]

[Oh good, they changed to subject! Pinkie nods at the statement.] But he's not really "Evil" [air quotes] but he's not....un-evil?

[She looks to Champloo before looking to Namur.]

He's just Chammy!

I apologize for the lamest of lame tags ever. If there's no response I'll edit in a few days orz

[om_nom_namur]

Everybody's jus' themselves, Pinkie.

It actually works just as well! :D

[laughafterme]

EEEEEEEEXACTLY! [grins!]

[kitchenfistfirechaosstyle]

I believe the argument Pinkie is making is that the crust is no indication of the filling, even thought most demons claim to aspire to be nothing but dough!

[laughafterme]

...they do?! [This is news to her!]

[om_nom_namur]

[Slowly:] Uh huh.

[Okay yes this is definitely the most shitbrained idea he's come up with in a long time. Namur knew better than to try talking to Pinkie outside of dance. He didn't imagine he'd be backfinned in the face with enough crazy to make Marco seem sane, but hell. What are the odds of that?]

Anyway y'all're talkin' in some crazyass circles so I'mma jus' leave y' t'... whatever cleanin' it is y' was doin' a'ight? Chammy, been real. Pinkie...

[Good guts if he walks out of here now will he ever talk to her again? He still doesn't know why she suddenly stopped talking to him. But he's never going to get it out of her with Chef Crazytalk hovering around, either. So Namur waves casually, hoping the finality he hears in his voice doesn't carry.]

See y' 'round, girl.

[And he beats a hasty retreat.]