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Pasta Dinner Night -- Open to All

Characters: Anyone who wants in!
When: April 7, 2013, 6pm onwards
Where: The communal kitchen
What: Shepard hosts a communal dinner to make sure all the kids are okay, but adults and digimon are welcome as well!

[There's a good chance Shepard is going to regret emptying her wallet later, but for now, she's armed with a massive quantity of uncooked pasta and a bunch of jars of red sauce, along with butter and salt just in case of picky eaters. She'd normally just make the same thing for everyone, but she's dealing with what could be very young, very frightened children, so it's best to err on the side of caution.]

[She settles into the kitchen at 6, and after banishing Monodramon to their apartment (he's still in trouble for the incident with Gomamon), sets about to cooking.]

[If you show up early, you'll find her manning a large number of cooking pots full of heating sauce and boiling water. If you're on time, you'll find Shepard handing out plates of pasta and offering a choice between sauce or no sauce, then herding you to a table filled with anyone who got here before you. Why not get to mingling? There's enough food and company to go around, tonight.]

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kitchen [nill]

[She hadn't been sure if she wanted to really go in the first place--crowds aren't really something she's used to. But if she's going to be here for a while (which is how it seems, from the way everybody has been talking and what Renamon had told her), she figures she may as well get to know some people. And, hopefully, get over some of her own insecurities. So Nill's first stop in the building is to the kitchen, so see if anyone else is around or maybe if she can offer some help to the lady who had said she was cooking. Renamon had opted to stay in the other room, not wanting to get any unwanted fur in the food.]

dinner table [nill & renamon]

[Her preferred place to sit is on the end, so that at least one of her sides isn't blocked in. Her wings flit behind her, and she occasionally glances behind her to where Renamon stands, arms crossed as she leans against the wall, always watchful. Nill likes the digimon; she reminds her somewhat of Naoto, with the quiet way she seems to care.]

[For once, Wally's actually early for something. Probably due to the fact that he's normal, so he constantly feels like he's running out of time and feels like he needs to get to places more quickly. Plus, free food. That's, like, his mating call.

Elecmon's out finding food of his own, so Wally walks in alone. He managed to find some regular clothes, so he's out of costume now, but Shep should still be able to tell it's ~~that drug dealer kid~~ him if she's good with voices. He's not going to remind her, though, so he's playing it off like that conversation never happened.]

Hey, Commander. Looks like you've got your hands full there. Need any help?

Early

[Neku arrives early enough that no one else seems to be around yet, but he makes no obvious move to greet Shepard, instead hanging back at the door. Terriermon is layed out on his head, making his spiky hair squish down. She also has his headphones on, though they don't fit her ears right so the music can be heard escaping.

Neku is just projecting awkwardness. So much so that he keeps reaching up to press his 'phones to his ear, only to forget that Terriermon has them and instead just pressing her ear to the side of his face and huffing in annoyance.

Speaking of Terriermon, she ruins his conflict pretty fast]

Heeeey Commander!

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[Neku has tried to find a seat on the edge with mixed results, sitting closer to more people then he'd normally like. Terriermon is still on his head, and he occasionally passes her some pasta.]

...s'not bad, huh?

[...Free food.

It's a tempting offer, especially when she saw the post on the network, and even though so far she's been okay and somewhat self-reliant and sufficient, she still doesn't know how to cook. At least nothing big. So the offer from that Commander was veeeery tempting.

But when she wanders in and sees the tables and the set up, she isn't so sure. She's talked to people over the network that have made posts and whatnot, but crowds really aren't her thing. And considering that Lunamon is trailing after her, looking unsure and wordlessly following her partner (she's still a little sore that Namine wants to go back to her own universe instead of staying and helping out Tokyo), the Digimon herself isn't sure about staying.

But they need something to eat. So the two of them will just hang back against a wall until everything is ready, and when it is, Naminé grabs two plates of pasta and begins to head for the door, leaving her partner confused at the table.]

W-wait! We should stay!

[Yeah, except staying is not on Naminé's agenda. While she wouldn't mind and she does stop and turn to Lunamon with a slightly awkward and unsure expression, she... isn't sure how to talk or get to know to these other partner duos very well. She's never really had to socialize for the sake of socializing with normal people before.]

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Woohoo! Party time!

[Nothing will draw The newly christened Changeling to a party faster then free food. And while the green teen was hoping to do more socializing, his polite partner is wandering around with a basket of breadsticks she bought with her own bits]

I have Garlic and plain...I wasn't sure who would want what.

Remind me when I get some cash to pay you back Psyche.

[Now, Cam's been rather liking no school, no pressures -- despite the nagging worries that he's going to screw everything here up even more -- and a rather peaceful room. ...Besides a few instances of getting acclimated.

And to be utterly honest, not even Lucemon's persuasive pulls could've made him leave to go explore more...except since he found the little flyer on their door, he's felt obligated. He recalls Commander Shepard talking about food when he spoke with her, and he assumes this is the result of that. If he doesn't show up, she might worry, and he hates to make anyone worry.

Along with that, he's not really in the mood to attract attention.

So with Lucemon trailing behind him, as she always seems to do, Cam slips into the dining hall. There are a lot of people here, in this world, mostly kids, and quite a few of them have shown up. Maybe, Cam thinks, this isn't a good idea after all.]

Mmm, it all smells so good!

[Except Lucemon grabs his hand and starts pulling him forward, to the line. He's sort of trapped now.]

Y-yeah.

[He tugs at his hoodie; he still hasn't washed it since he got here, not sure where to and not really caring to. He's not really spending much time with anyone anyway.

Desperate for something familiar, he scours the crowd, as he waits for food, for someone he recognizes. Even though he's only met most of them once... It's better than being thrown to the wolves blind.]

Early - Kitchen - open
[After a long talk with Gizamon about trying to be a LITTLE nicer to people and digimon, Kaldur had led the way to the kitchen a little early in the hopes that he could be of some help. While he appreciated the sentiment of cooking for everyone, he didn't want Shep to take on all of that by herself. After all, she was new as well and certainly cooking for so many was not a job for one person alone.

So, Kaldur set Gizamon to wait by the door and started looking around for what he could do to help, whether it be collecting ingredients, getting pots, or simply plating the food.]

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Dinner - Open

[Kaldur sat down with a bowl of pasta for himself and Gizamon. Gizamon, being quadrupedal, took her food on the floor but still managed to eat it without getting sauce everywhere, an impressive feat.

Kaldur scanned the room, identifying those he had spoken to already and those he had yet to meet. He wanted to try and meet everyone eventually but right now it was time to enjoy good food and perhaps the company of whoever decided to sit beside him. Unfortunately, he had not gotten hold of a jacket yet so his gills were still very much visible. While always an interesting conversation starter, he had begun to get a little tired of the same drill.

Although, he could only imagine how those who were once non-human felt and wasn't going to complain about it.]

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[Lopmon pretty much has to drag Fluttershy into the dining area.]

In here, Fluttershy!

[She's digging in her heels a little, looking rather uncomfortable.] N-no, L-Lopmon...! R-really, it's okay...

Oh c'mon! I know you're hungry. Besides, you wanted to try and meet more people, right?

W-well, y-yes...

[Just not so many at once.]

It'll be fun! Besides, I'm right here, so you don't have to worry.

[She hesitates, then sighs softly and nods.] O-okay...

[Since someone grew up with having people cooking for her most of the time, Elizabeth figured it would be best to join in on the dinner for not only a free meal, but to communicate with the other Chosen. Dorumon followed along her side because someone is a bit too protective. She manages to get a plate for both of them to share once the both of them get passed the waiting line before them. She takes a seat right at a table that has any empty spaces, Dorumon taking a seat next to her feet.

At least she smiles a little when she takes that first bite.]

This is delicious! Dorumon, are you sure you don't want some?

I'm fine. Just enjoy your dinner.

[Shinji doesn't want to be here, and that's plain from the look on his face. All these people at once - he's much more comfortable back in his room, where all he has to endure is Kokuwamon's endless talking about nothing. Talking to people over the D-Terminal is a much more comfortable experience than doing it face to face.

But once his partner saw the note in the hall about the dinner, he was doomed to attend. The robot beetle had already been bugging him about taking better care of himself and make friends, so either it was going to guilt him into going or drag him there itself.

The former hadn't worked, so that's why young mister Ikari is being dragged into the kitchen by his partner, grimacing while Kokuwamon chatters away.]

-this will be good for you! You haven't gotten any sun since you arrived, you know. Always staying in bed, checking the D-Terminal-

What's wrong with that? [He sighs, looking the room over as if planning an escape route.] It's still socializing, right? Get off my case.

Never!

[The two proceed to argue in front of the doorway, creating a barrier for anyone who actually wants to come in.]

[Henry and Gaomon walk into the kitchen. Gaomon seems pleased with the smell of things, and Henry just generally seems pleased.]

Does this mean we'll be on rotating cooking shifts? [It seemed like that's what the Shepherds did... and this might be a Commander but he doesn't see the harm in asking.]

[ Kitchen ]

[ Rise believed. REALLY believed that she was a good cook. When she stepped into the kitchen, she had every intention to help. But she was also eager to meet the others like her though.

Since Lucemon had a taste already of what Rise's idea of cooking is, he politely excused himself but encouraged her to use the opportunity to make friends. ]

Sorry, I'm not too late, am I?

[ Iori grabs a plate with sauce for her, and after talking to Elecmon, a plate without for him. She came down hungry, but after taking a few bites, she's reminded of her chefs and even of her best friend, Yayoi. It's enough to spoil her appetite. ]

Is there something the matter?

Yeah, I'm alright. Just eat up, okay? I don't really know how to cook and we can't just get free meals like this all the time...

[If there was one thing he missed at home almost immediately, it's being able to hang around Megan as she cooks something for them. After all, he was the resident self-proclaimed taste-tester (whenever he could get the chance), both the good and the bad of the aftermaths of her cooking, and it became a bit of a habit to come in early just to see what's being cooked.

Never mind it's not his sister. It's something that helps make him feel a little more at home.] Need help with the taste-testing?

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