quietplacelogs | II. (open) i'm gonna fight with myself til i'm bleeding

II. (open) i'm gonna fight with myself til i'm bleeding

featuring: hotdog castle & everyone (open to new arrivals too!!)
what's happening? frank feeding everyone venison dogs; frank fighting everyone; introlog spillover stuff + whatever else you want hmu
day: 11th nighttime (after all new arrivals are out and about/getting settled)
content warnings: ground meat, being a good neighbor, boyfights
notes: hit me up on PM or plurk

hotdoge if you want anything else! happy to oblige

A. have you ever had a hot dog cooked by a guy named hotdog? this is going on instastories.

[ the time has come for frank to probably show all you losers what a hot dog is. for posterity or some such. he's been curing deer meat from a recent hunting trip with aloy and after their housemate reigen had soundproofed house six's kitchen, well. it seemed as good a time as any to put his plan in motion. not to mention he's in a good mood for once after encountering his best friend among the new arrivals.

early in the evening, frank will be piping his mixture into homemade casings with the doors to the back deck wide open for anyone to come pester him. and then later on of course he will be cooking them up with mustard he made and onions he found. he will also chop up pickles from the natives for anyone who gets down like that. none of y'all better ever ask him what a hot dog is ever again!!!

if you come in while he's cooking expect to be put to work, and did i mention he'll be downing rosé the whole time? e n j o y.

note: the kitchen is only soundproof when all the doors are closed. he will tell everyone on arrival this, so while he's cooking the doors will be shut but all other times feel free to mingle!! ]

B. the rules of fight club are bring snacks and make sure frank castle stays in bruises. tia for your contribution.

[ after posting up this little gem, frank has been steadily gathering members for his and mike's "club." his garage is a makeshift boxing arena and open for all any time they want to blow off steam or learn some new skills from punching bag himself. or from whoever else is lingering around. feel free to match yourselves and have a fight without him too, he'll ref!

the only rules of fight club are: bring snacks, agree with your partner on tactics: weapons/no weapons, fists only/every man for himself etc etc. AND when one person taps out or doesn't get up the match is over. the garage is approximately 80% soundproof. every fighter must wear wraps on their hands to muffle sound and agree not to shout or make loud noises, even in pain. soft-volume trash talking is allowed and perhaps even encouraged... ]

C. write your own starter or ping me for one!

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A) OTA
[Aaron's not going to turn down food. If someone else is willing to do the work, he's willing to eat it. Also it's a good time to socialize and forget about the fact he's still alone, sort of.

He's still going to come and wave at whoever is hanging out. He even pulls out his phone and flashes a pretyped message.]

Hello! Quiet night tonight.

[It's a bad joke but you're not supposed to laugh out loud anyways, right?]

B) OTA | Frank?
[Now that he's fed, he goes to check out the garage and even brought a snack! He cracks open a jar of fruit juice marinated pickles and takes one for himself. Aaron leaves the rest for anyone to try.

They are terrible. Why would anyone do this? Aaron's going to have to eat them all if no one else tries them.

Also, for anyone who has seen him out back or during normal times, he seems a few inches taller, a little thicker in build and his hair seems to have suddenly grown thicker as well. He's still wearing the jumpsuit and it fits the same though.]

So, am I supposed to start with getting beat up by the biggest guy here or do we draw straws?

Edited (last one, blargle) 2018-02-12 03:44 (UTC)

[When you're on the edge and someone with an overactive imagination, you tend to notice when something is happening. People talk, she hears it, and after a few minutes of debate, Lu Li eventually decides that it'll be best to see what's going on.

Which is how a six and a half foot android winds up peeking into the deck. The way she looks around suggests she's scanning the area until finally, her eye lands on the hot dog king himself.

When there's a lull in hot dog eaters, she goes over to him. Signs, because she doesn't feel like using her device.]

You should be working in the kitchen with us.

A.

Frank;

[She's super freaked out but, that's to be expected. Kamala is a baby superhero and age wise. She's not prepared to be whisked away to strange worlds all by herself with no real endgame in sight. Luckily, she's also very hungry. That makes her venture out into a part of the house she didn't claim like some squatter to... what? Beg for food? That's basically it. Her parents instilled her with too much self-respect to actually beg though. She raises her device to Frank after getting his attention. He's cooking so she at least has an angle to work here.]

I'll help if you promise to share.

OTA.

[She's pretty much stuffing her face here so Kamala is less skittish. She actually waves at the people coming and offers them a chance to sit with her. This situation sucks enough without having to be alone. If they take her up on her offer, she has a little message already typed and ready to share.]

I'm Kamala. What's your name?

B.

OTA.

[Even if she's on a strange world with strange people, she has to train. Queen Medusa would expect no less from her. This is something that's still in her control. She runs as fast as she can without getting to the huffing and puffing part of training and settles in for some less sweaty exercising with push ups and sit ups. From there she practices punching or really works on keeping her arm straight while doing so. Just because her powers let her indulge in whatever crappy style she wants without getting hurt, doesn't mean she isn't aiming to improve. The girl wants to be an Avenger someday. Captain America definitely knows how to throw a good punch so she should too.

Come join her?]

a; he has definitely never seen a guy named hot dog making hot dogs, but...

CLOSED TO HOT DOG:

[ The smell of hot dogs is actually a really nice one… so he does stop by. He’s actually stopping by to ask for something, but he’s being put to work?? … Okay. Akira’s giving the guy he doesn’t actually know yet a nod, and then signing: ]

Sure, what would you like me to do?

… By the way, I’m: A-k-i-r-a K-u-r-u-s-u. It’s nice to meet you.

OTA:

[ So, maybe someone else is being put to work, and they're working next to him. This guy’s looking over to that person with a hint of curiosity in his face. If he recognizes them as someone who’s been here for a month, he’s signing: ]

Ever had one of these before?

[ The hot dogs. He's... never actually had one before.

If they’re someone he’s never seen before, he’s going to be wiping off his hands, and then sending them a message via the phone (he’s forever going to take a moment to be grateful that they link up automatically). ]

This guy seems pretty passionate about hot dogs...

WILDCARD:

(( ooc: catch him anywhere?? he'll even be hanging around to help clean up... ))

B.

[The moment Faith found out about the fight club, she's been waiting for this. She can't wait to spar with some more people other than Frank. Not that punching Frank in the face hasn't been fun, but. A girl needed to branch out, you know?]

[Faith is in the corner going through a series of katas while she scans the room for any potential sparring partners. Or hell, maybe she'd even be willing to train anyone that looks a little lost? Bring it on.]

Edited 2018-02-12 12:04 (UTC)

A. Cooking Open/ also Hotdog?

[Arya didn't know about the fight club. She's only just arrived. But it's the smell of food that's lures her here. She steps closer out of the darkness to have a look at first, not quite sure if she should get closer. Eventually her stomach overrides her common sense and she inches closer to the back deck and the open doors.

She doesn't announce her presence. Instead, Arya will just inch ever closer to Frank as he's cooking. She can feel herself salivating. She doesn't know what it is this man is cooking, but she's tempted to steal some of it.]

[Perhaps Frank catches her watching. Or someone else pokes her shoulder to tell her she's being creepy. But for now she's just watching. Stomach threatening to growl.]

B. Fight Club Open

[Arya is a small girl, but she's deceptively skilled in a fight. That tends to happen when you train for years to become a faceless assassin. She'll enter the room, watching others spar, contemplating who to ask to train with her. She doesn't have Needle or her dagger, but she'll have to make due with her fists, it seems.]

[She approaches someone else watching. They may be the same size as her, young, or perhaps they are an improbably larger sparring partner, but it doesn't seem to sway the girl either way.] Would you spar with me?

A. Hot dog, hoooot daaaawwwg, alone in the world was a little hot dog! (open to all)

[ smell is not a particularly heightened sense of Kara's, but when the wind is usually doesn't carry much smell at all aside from the occasional whiff of briny pickle juice, it's pretty easy to pick up the smell of sizzling meat. And the sound Kara can pick up from her house. Someone is cooking.

She's dressed as Supergirl, making more outings these days in her supersuit than not, hiding herself behind literal superpowered armor. All that matters is that she can save the day, and that's what she wants to broadcast. She follows the smell and the sound until she reaches house six and -

why didn't she just assume Frank would be behind this? of course he found a way to get meat and make hot dogs of all the things. Kara can't keep the quiet smile off her face.

the door's open and there's a small gathering in the house, more on the back deck apparently, and Kara makes her way inside. there's new faces too, some she's bumped into and some she hasn't, so she keeps her device out just in case.

Feel free to bump into Supergirl and share stories over a 'dawg! (if you want to assume they met on the intro log, go for it. if you met Supergirl or Kara on the TDM, feel free to make it canon! if you want to assume you met KARA in the intro log, also go for it and laugh at how ineffectual her disguise is.)]

(closed to Frank) This is amazing. Also, I bet I could grill one faster than you.

[ a little slip of a girl comes up to tetora with an offer to spar, and the first thing he thinks is that he lucked out. not because she's a girl, or because she's small - given tetora's height he's only a few inches taller, and he's not that that much older than she is, either. no, what he knows from experience is this:

the easy-looking ones are always the ones who go for the throat.

so he nods, accepts her offer with a simple shrug, and with a pilfered fork that he brandishes as a knife makes a backhand swing aimed for her eye. ]

A | I AIN'T HERE TO BREAK IT

[ if sound travels, then so do smells, and the distinct scent of a cookout is unmistakable. how the sizzle of a cookout isn't attracting unwanted attention is beyond him, but he supposes not to look a gift horse in the mouth. the deck's wide open. a gaggle of strangers are coming in and out, and there doesn't seem to be a need for an invitation.

it's the perfect place to steal things from, even it's just the small bits and pieces. (what can he say, he feels naked unarmed.)

it's not to say that he's not helping out; he does when he's hailed by the burly man who seems to be running the show, as well as the others who catch his attention, but one of the commands he's getting is just a little too vague for him to get.

he makes the universal gesture of what?, face crumpled up in confusion with palms held up loose. ]

B | JUST HERE TO SEE HOW FAR IT'LL BEND

[ a fight club. or, more likely, a fight garage. imagine that.

tetora watches as pairs face off, and it's mostly a quiet affair - muted oofs, cut-off grunts, near-silent drops in what would otherwise be a room full of shouting but is no less full of blood spit out on the floor. it's a different kind of exhilaration.

he can't wait for his turn, and it shows in how antsy for a turn he is. he's itching for a fight; he's been stripped of his things, understandably, but did they have to take his knives?

his eyes are bright and alive. pick me, he communicates with the white of his knuckles and the shine in his eyes, fight me. ]

Edited 2018-02-12 15:15 (UTC)

[He's happy to plop down in a seat and meet new people.

Also he's never going to turn down the rare chance to eat something not grown in the ground.]

Hello Kamala, I'm Aaron. Xochipilli's the user name they gave me on the app.

[Aaron's not quite her size and looks older than he actually is, but when he hears the offer for a fight he grins and nods to her.

He forgoes the phone for the moment and keeps his voice low. If it's fighting he surely hopes this place is sound proof or else he's definitely in for a bad time.]

Sure, under one condition.

[This is not something Arya expects, but that doesn't mean she's not ready. She's trained long enough that some movements are instinctual and there's no need for thought or expectation. She leans her head back to avoid the swing and hops away on light feet. There's a moment of irritation that flashes across Arya's face. Hey!]

[But that indignation goes away quickly. If that's the way he wishes to spar, then so be it. There's a flash of a dark smile are her face as she starts to circle him in search of a makeshift weapon of her own. Ultimately, she settles for one of the knitting needles she's stashed in her jumpsuit pant's pocket.]

[Arya's eyes go a little wide when he's so bold as to talk out loud. She supposes they are fighting in here, so some amount of noise is probably okay. But still... it takes her a moment of staring at him and the others around him before she answers back.] What condition is that?

[ this could be noisy.

the thrill of the thought has tetora smiling to himself more than anything, even as he starts slashing at the slight girl. he doesn't miss the glint of something pointy in her grip - a band of metal, maybe a stick? that can't be a crocheting needle, can it?

he doesn't get to spend too much time thinking on the peculiarity, as their bits of metal come into contact with the quietest tnnk and a hiss. ]

[Kamala smiles brightly in response. She could use a normal conversation.] Oh cool! I'm slothbaby. Why Xochipilli? Does that stand for something??

Who ever wins, laughs.

[He's stupidly daring but he's not going to push his luck too, too much with the sound eaters and everyone here. His voice stays low to prevent it carrying. Chances are this place isn't perfect after all.]

Doesn't have to be loud, a chuckle will do.

It's the name of my boss. Slothbaby seems a little mean though.

[Aaron's not sure why another wave of people appeared here but it just means more people to meet and get to know.]

[Aaron looks to the guy who really, really wants to fight.
Aaron points to him, points to himself, and nods. Aaron's sporting the red jump suit and is currently keeping himself in his slightly larger form.

If Tetora saw him outback socializing, Aaron looks taller, stronger and a bit rougher than he did out under the stars. He grins at Tetora as he slightly recognizes him from the icon with his picture and their prior conversation.]

No way! I love sloths. I have the cutest stuffed one back home.
It's my baby. [She has exactly zero shame about this.]

Your boss has a really cool name.

If he ever shows up, don't tell him that. He's already full of himself.

[Maybe taunting him would make him appear. No? Fine then.]

And that makes more sense. So, new arrival to nightmare ghost world?

[ frank still isn't used to talking. he hates the device still, but he's learning to live with it. sign language comes more and more easily every day and he finds himself wanting to live in the imposed silence the natives do. so when this guy comes up into his space with terrible snacks and a way too cheerful demeanor, frank doesn't take long to decide he doesn't like him. he grits his teeth at the question, looking around. it's just them, so he supposes that makes him the biggest, baddest one here. he lifts an eyebrow as if to say wanna go? of course, he has no way of knowing if aaron is more or less than he seems in the strength department. if the deep bruises under his eyes are any indication, frank really doesn't care. ]

[ it's hard to miss the entrance, and frank looks up with a soft smile. he's feeling... good tonight, and maybe he wants to spread the love a little. he doesn't really think about how that might not be characteristic of himself at all. he has his device up to translate her, his other occupied with a wine glass as he pauses in his task to read and watch her words. he's getting better at the sign language, but he also fears misunderstanding others in a place like this.

the kitchen... he gives a glance back to his project. he's already much busier here than he had been back home. at least after everything was nonstop murderparty. here he wants to stick his fingers in as many different pies as he can. lu li is offering a literal pie to him right now and it seems almost amiss to turn her down. but he still hesitates for some reason.

he sets down his device and gulps down the rest of his glass so he can put that down too to focus on signing back, ] Do you need me? [ frank hated to be seen doing things he loved most of the time. the hot dogs he can skate around because so many people had asked him what they were. it's more about proving a point than socializing, right? at least he has a cover. and if she says she needs him, well. then he'd just be an asshole to say no. not that he isn't an asshole anyway. ]

[Those bruises make Frank look even more intimidating. Aaron might be able to stand toe to toe with the guy like this but he really does not have the chiseled look. Aaron's pretty sure if this guy approached him menacingly on a normal day he'd give up his wallet and hope for the best.

So of course he's going to smile, nod and get into what he considers a fighting pose. Which is an awkward mix of his lower half looking like he knows what he's doing and is ready to move and his upper half looking ridiculous with his fists held up awkwardly posed in front of him. So basically he's wide open. He's a lot better at running and moving than fighting.]

[Kamala gives him a thumbs up while silently praying that isn't offensive where he comes from. She won't feed male egos.]

Yep. Super weirded out by the whole thing. It's like a really boring horror movie.

[ frank points to the end of the long casing he's stuffing, making a motion that akira should start twisting them into links. when he comes closer frank will demonstrate for him, too. but apparently they're doing introductions now. his favorite. for some reason though, he doesn't feel as annoyed about it as usual. maybe he's just used to it. he signs back: ] H-O-T-D-O-G [ and gestures to himself. then points again to the actual hot dogs. ] Hot dog. [ see, it's hilarious. also nice to meet you??? whatever, fuck this. he's drinking more wine now and going back to work. ]

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II. (open) i'm gonna fight with myself til i'm bleeding

Aaron Taylor

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Kamala Khan

akira kurusu | open...!

Faith Lehane | ota

Arya Stark | ota

Kara Danvers | OTA

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tetora nishizono | open to all

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