[Or, ice cream, because Junpei hauled an unnecessary amount of toppings up here for a kind of disorganized toppings bar and he's going to get his dessert on before he eats any bbq. Like an adult.

To wit, he is presently holding a paper bowl (also lifted from the ice cream parlor) with ice cream somewhere under the mountain of toppings, probably. Whole lot of generic Oreo crumbles and gummy bears happening right now.

If he notices anyone giving the ice cream experience an odd look, he's just going to assume it's ice cream shyness and not hesitance over Don's weird flavors (and also the thing of fish flakes she requested, alongside the other toppings). So:]

It's gonna melt if you just look at it. I hauled this up here for everyone's sake, so c'mon.

[Eaaaat..... there's a shopping cart stashed somewhere on this rooftop that once held too many ice cream toppings, if anyone was here early enough to see him navigate that into and out of the elevator.]

[He's here to Chill... to Vibe... to have enough drinks to maintain his chill so he doesn't slip into Annoyingly Gleeful Drunk, at least not yet.

So: chilling. Mostly he's slumped deep down into this beanbag and staring up at the lights, presumably zoned out until he simply raises an index finger into the air to, uh, garner attention? Hi.]

Let's play a game. [give him a moment to laboriously sit up, this beanbag is murder,] You guys want to play, uh—

[One brief headcount of however many people are around later,] Many-headed storyteller? The hydra of storytellers. The extremely fucked up Cerberus of stories.

[COUGH,] Uh, we each just say one sentence, to tell a whole story. Anybody want to start?


[If you make Junpei start he will start with,] Uh, once upon a time, there was a horse named Afternoon Congressional.

[hit me........ also hugely important note: junpei has come to this party wearing an ugly tie just over his usual t-shirt. he thinks it's funny.

anyway he's here and trying not to be paranoid theorycrafting guy for the duration, wahoo!!]