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bakerstreet2026-11-01 05:09 pm
pureheartedmemes) wrote in bakerstreet2026-11-01 05:09 pm
Uninvited to the cookout
WHAT THEY'D BRING TO THE POTLUCK
The table is set for a potluck, and everyone is expected to bring a little piece of themselves to share.
So, what does your character arrive with? Do they labor over a beloved family recipe, dash in with something picked up at the last minute, or perhaps present a mysterious dish that leaves everyone guessing?
HOW TO PLAY
- * Comment with your character and the dish they bring—let it be as heartfelt, haphazard, or enigmatic as you like.
- * Let others react: do they ask for a taste, heap their plates, or eye the offering with suspicion?
Jeff the Landshark/Marvel Comics/OTA
Mrr?
[Now, where does he need to put them?]
Everly Shaw || Original Character || OTA
Oni Girard | w:ta garou OC | ota
Maybe some biodegradable plates. ]
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[Well, she's got a little shark with legs and...hands? Fin-paws? Either way they are something that can open up his big container of cookies and gives about half of that substantial number to Oni on one of those plates. The whole time he's chattering annoyedly in is strange, mumbling language.]
Mrr mrr mrr!
[He continues to scold, and then jabs one claw in the direction of the dessert table.
'There, you have saved face from looking like a jerk!' He seems to be saying. He'll put the rest on the table in the normal container later.]
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I gotta lay off the heavy drinking.
[ Because what is this, if not the universe staging an intervention? Believe it or not, this isn't her first time seeing things like sharks-with-legs (thank you, Rokea. Mother Nature was on something when she came up with weresharks.) But, even so, Onida This May As Well Happen Girard is having a hard time reconciling this... This... What is this?
She stared at the plate of cookies in her hands as if it held all the answers.
Picking up one, she held it up to her face for a cursory whiff-- until she realized the adorable ocean-labrador was giving her orders. Time to dig her heels in like a petulant child. ]
Excuse me? Would you rather we ate on th'fucking floor? Obviously no, and we don't have to because I brought the plates. You're welcome. [ Please note, she's not too angry to eat that cookie. Oh, that's good. ] You used browned butter, didn't you.
Estinien Varlineau || Final Fantasy XIV