food glorious food [open]

[drewthetower]

WHO: August, his aunts, and Literally Everyone
WHERE: August's very small house
WHEN: Early February
WHAT: His aunts are in town, that means food, which means his aunts told August to invite people over, which means he is inviting folks from the Zodiac app
WARNINGS: August swears? Like a lot?

aunts are here. if you can see this you're invited to food. feel free to bring your own dishes, Marianne'll love that


actually if you're veg or gluten-free you might wanna bring something, Marriane never met a meat she didn't like and this kitchen ain't GF-friendly by virtue of me loving bread

August's place looks about like you'd expect a college kid's rental to look: small, not the newest, and hilariously crowded. It does have two bedrooms, but only technically. The second bedroom is tiny, and is also where August technically sleeps.

What? Did you think he wasn't going to turn the master bedroom into his craft room? Please.

When you arrive, you'll be greeted by one of three things:

-Julian cawing happily and landing on your head (if he knows you personally)

-Marianne (small, a bit rowdy, always eager to embarrass August or Cat) calling out to August in French, August replying in French, and then Catherine (taller, calmer, and always ready to bemoan why both her wife and nephew-son are wimps) sighing and turning to you with a "hi, you must be friends of August!"

-the above, but with loud and colorful swearing from the kitchen instead of Marianne and August bickering. Listen long enough and you'll probably learn to swear in another three languages!

If you brought food, Cat'll take it and set it on August's tiny table or the card table they brought because they know their son. If you didn't, Cat will point out the stuff already laid out--and there is a lot. On top of the typical relish tray and other snack-y foods, there's already three types of salad, two kinds of soup, a pot of chili, a crockpot full of very fancy cheese dip, another crockpot full of hot cider, a third that seems to be full of some kind of bean dish, and whatever else Marianne is making.

If asked why they brought so much food for what was likely going to be just August, August will say "they're empty-nesters" before dodging whatever Cat is throwing at him for that pun while Marianne cackles in the background.

Comments

[motiv8]

[Rean's here! It would be wrong of him not to meet up with his newfound extended family, after all.

...And, being the gofer he is, he's almost definitely been roped into helping out his aunts.

When he finally gets a chance, he's quick to escape into the party area for a moment, grabbing a drink and leaning against a wall somewhere to try to catch his breath.

> Engage?]

[drewthetower]

[The second Rean gets a chance to escape, August finds him and drags him into his craft room.]

Sit. Cat and Marianne won't come in, so you can escape being their errand boy for a bit.

[motiv8]

[Oh. Well. This is a thing that's happening at him now? Once they've stopped moving, Rean blinks owlishly for a second before quietly obeying and taking a seat.

Once he's managed to comprehend what's happened, which takes another second, he replies.]

Ha... some first meeting, huh? [He sighs.] Guess I should have expected it, though. That's pretty much how it goes at home whenever Mom's planning a party.

[drewthetower]

Yeah and, no offense, but Marianne can smell a pushover a mile a way. We joke that's how she got Cat to marry her.

[August bends down to get into his mini-fridge and pull out a soda.]

Here. You look half-dead, dude.

[motiv8]

[Rean laughs at that.]

Yeah, no offense taken. It's just something I have to live with, at this point.

[Because he's not going to stop being a doormat any time soon.

He does take the soda gratefully, though, popping it open.]

Mm, thanks. Tiny kitchen with everything going and too many people... I don't care how cold it is outside, it gets hot in there.

[drewthetower]

I mean, have you tried telling people no? I can make a sign for you if you can't say it.

[#bestcousin]

And why do you think I have the window in the kitchen open? I don't wanna die in February from heatstroke.

[motiv8]

[Ow. His fragile ego...]

I mean, yeah, I do, but I also want to help out where I can. It's just sometimes I don't really know when to stop helping.

[...Not a point in your favor, Bean-o-Reano.]

I mean, thank god for that! I think we might all be dead if you didn't.

[drewthetower]

[A beat]

Do you need me to find you a raven and train it to say no for you? I can probably find one.

[motiv8]

[oh my god August no.]

...You do realize, even if that wasn't the weirdest suggestion ever, that I can't keep a raven in my dorm room, right?

[drewthetower]

We could probably get, like, some kinda license. They let fuckin' chihuahuas in dorms and shit, a raven's at least intelligent!

[motiv8]

[A U G U S T]

Okay, let me rephrase that: No, thank you, I would not like a raven.

[See, he CAN do it!]

[drewthetower]

[And August just chuckles.]

You can do it! Wow!

[motiv8]

[That earns a little half-smile in response.]

Sure can. Like I said, it's a matter of whether or not I want to. I actually do like helping out, you know.

[drewthetower]

Yeah, but please don't help out so much you die. That would be bad.

[motiv8]

[Pfft.]

You don't say?

[He takes a drink of his soda.]

That's up to Aunt Cat and Aunt Marianne, isn't it? Maybe they should try not to murder their nephew.

[drewthetower]

Oh, nah, if you're waiting for them not to take advantage of fresh meat you'll be waiting until I have kids that aren't birds.

[But he's laughing.]

Or at least until the next time they come out here, when the novelty's worn off.

[motiv8]

"Take advantage of" and "nearly murder" are getting worryingly close together by their definition, seems to me.

I guess I'll just have to wait until the novelty wears off. And never mention a word of this to my mother, because if she finds out, she'll just call and encourage them.

[drewthetower]

Dude, your mom is Cat's sister. You think she didn't have a very loud phone call with her about getting to meet you finally before you got here?

[motiv8]

Oh, no, I assumed that happened. I more mean that my mother does the exact same thing back home when she hosts parties. If I tell her I got roped into it here and it comes up that I managed to slip away, she'll be back on for another loud phone call telling them they should have taken more advantage of me.

[drewthetower]

[Julian flies over and lands on Rean's head for a Consoling Beak Pat.]

Well...rest in fucking pieces, dude? I'll try to keep them under control at least a little, but I mean, there is only so much one guy can do against the women who raised him.

[motiv8]

[Consoling beak pat, or being pecked in the head? ...Well, Julian doesn't seem to be trying to hurt him, so Rean's just going to stay Very Still and hope that he doesn't get any further peckings.]

Haha, don't worry about it. I mean, it's my mom I'm talking about here, right? So I definitely know how it goes.