Week 1, Saturday Afterparty

[arraignments]

[ OKAY, SO... some of you might have just heard a loud THUNK from the backyard, so feel free to follow Goro (who very quickly runs out there, right around the time thunk is heard) to the backyard.

He kind of just... stops before going all the way out there.

And stares.

For anyone looking around him or over his shoulder, you're going to be treated to the sight of two very large shrimp (WE'RE TALKING... FIFTY POUNDS, EACH, MAYBE, IDK) out there, along with several bags of various other kinds of seafood (i.e. some crab, a lobster, probably some various kinds of fish, who knows). ]

I'm starting to suspect that this house simply gets eager when it comes to seafood, in particular...

Comments

[arraignments]

Better than letting them meet the same fate as Octopus-chan...

[ YES, STILL CALLING THE OCTOPUS THAT - it was cute that Silver named it, so fight him. ]

[eldritcheyes]

There's a ton of seafood here. We could probably toss some on the grill or in the oven, and I think we have a couple big pots for a crab boil? If we can find potatoes and corn, we could do a big clambake-style dinner, like they do in New England.

[And hell naw, he's not fighting Akechi. He likes the guy, plus Akechi could kick his ass.]

... hope we've got enough butter.

[hematocritic]

[Ozaki also followed Akechi, and chimes up from a couple paces away]

If it's going to keep giving us giant seafood, I imagine it would give enough condiments for what it provides.

[if it has any logic at all, anyway]

[eldritcheyes]

Good. I'm ready to stuff my face after the shitstorm of today. Didn't even have breakfast.

[hematocritic]

I could go for a smoke, myself. [There's a mutter that sounds suspiciously like "irritating idiots"] You should be sure to eat when you can. No need to tempt the house to become stricter.

[Personally, Ozaki would just live on cigarettes and coffee, if not for other people leaving food for him and only having so many cigarettes.]

[eldritcheyes]

Don't have to tell me twice, Doc. I'm starving.

[He might be calling dibs on that lobster, because when could he ever afford to eat it again? NEVER.]

[arraignments]

[ He nods a tiny bit excitedly at the thought of lots of food, but then... hm. ]

Does... anyone else want to risk asking for more butter? The last three times I've asked for anything, it's turned into... well...

[ Considering the 500 pound octopus, the incredibly terrible ice cream flavors, and this...

... he's not really in the mood, right this very second. Also, he's just wanting to see disaster and/or insanity happen to someone else, for once. ]

[eldritcheyes]

Sure, I haven't tried asking for anything, so let's give it a shot.

[He calls out in a friendly tone.]

Excuse me, House? Can we get a commercial stock pot filled with melted butter and one of those big jars of mayonnaise they use in restaurants? Please?