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WHO: Everyone!
WHAT: Mingle!
WHERE: Somewhere in the city
WHEN: Day 3, morning

[It's a beautiful morning in this part of Coba! The sun is shining, the birds are singing - or at least they were until a few seconds ago. Suddenly, the city is plunged into darkness again, and the streets start to fill with people dressed in outrageous costumes. There's music in the air and all traffic is stopped for the parade of revellers heading down the street. Anyone from New Orleans might find the spectacle rather familiar, but for anyone else it's still an excuse to party like the night never ended]

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Dunno! What's a Mardi Gras?

It's a festival in New Orleans. Uh - America, in the south. Big party, big parade, they throw those if you—. . . attend.

There is a big parade, a big party, and they are throwing jewelry at us, so I guess it must be a Mardi Gras!

[Once more, something lands at their feet. This time, it's a green glow stick...one that Hibiki immediately picks up and starts waving around.]

The jewelry's pretty ugly, but these are always fun! What else do they throw? Can I shout a request?

They throw thousands of those, so it's usually something cheap and shiny. [Josh watches him pick up the glow stick and can't help but grin a little when he starts waving it around. He decides to join in, so to speak, and picks up one of the necklaces to wear]

Candy, maybe? I'm not actually sure.

That makes sense. No point in throwing something valuable out if they're throwing that many. But candy, huh...?

[He continues waving the glow stick, thinking for a second as he watches Josh put on the necklace.]

Candy for breakfast isn't healthy. I wonder what would happen if I asked for [He turns towards the parade and shouts] A LARGE, FLUFFY OMELETTE!

Candy is a maybe? I mean, for children or people not into the rest of the stuff.

[he glances up in expectation for the omelette - will they do it? Will they ignore it? And then suddenly, something yellow and fluffy is tossed off one of the floats.

And lands with a quiet splat right in front of them.

Josh just stares at it]

. . . well! You got what you asked for.

Edited 2015-06-23 05:40 (UTC)

[He spends a two or three seconds just staring at the splattered omelette on the ground, mouth slightly open from surprise. He was honestly not expecting it to actually happen, but now that it has...]

...That's AMAZING. A shame it wasn't on a plate, but still amazing! Hey, you should ask for something too!

[he grins and shakes his head, glancing up as another float marches by]

The idea of breakfast is making me hungry and I don't think throwing cereal is a good idea. [or blood bags. That would just be awkward] So go ahead and ask for something else, if you want.

[Blood bags would be awkward. And messy, if they broke upon landing.

He thinks for a second before shaking his head and grinning.]

I was going to say a pony, but I don't want a pony to fly through the air and crush us or get hurt. Maybe I should stick to something simple, like a [He yells to the parade] A LARGE, FLUFFY OMELETTE ON A PLATE.

A pony would be - yeah, let's not cause ourselves bodily damage.

[although, he's half-expecting someone to throw a plate of omelette down at them, now. And he even braces for it . . . but instead, someone dressed up for the parade hangs off the float as it passes, holding out a plate of delicious breakfast food, as asked]

[Holy crap. Holy crap! Why didn't anyone ever mention this about America when they went abroad? Then again, he hadn't heard of Mardi Gras before this, so maybe all the people he knew who went abroad went to the wrong place.

He takes the plate and gives the person a nod of thanks.]

This is amazing service! Well, time to eat!

[He picks up the fork left conveniently with the omelette and takes his first bite. Ah, delicious, fluffy egg, perfectly cooked. A moment is spent chewing and enjoying the dish, but then he lifts the plat a little and gestures with it towards Josh]

It's good! Want a bite?

[who knew someone could be that happy about an omelette. Okay, well, one that was practically presented from some person on a Mardi Gras float, but.

Josh grins and shakes his head at the offer, holding up a hand]

I'll take your word for it. That's all yours.

[It's not the omelette itself that makes him so happy—even though it is a good omelette—but what the omelette represents. Freedom! Generosity! Having your wishes come true in small but miraculous ways! Eating a balanced breakfast and getting a good start to the day!

He lowers the plate and takes grabs another piece of the omelette with his fork, but doesn't put it in his mouth.]

If you're sure. Last call for omelette, although I can see why most people wouldn't want to eat food offered to them by some random person first thing in the morning.

Edited (i HTML good) 2015-06-25 15:14 (UTC)

[there's no easy way to say "it wouldn't do anything for the hunger because I need blood", and he's really glad that they all decided to keep that whole thing a secret for now. Not that he'd be open about it anyway, but if only an omelette would do the trick. He missed normal, human hunger]

I'm sure. And hey, I saw where it came from, it isn't like it's a complete mystery.

[He chews the forkful of omelette that he picked up as Josh talks, and replies once he swallows.]

That's a good point, but I realized shortly after I opened my mouth that it's off putting for a guy to be offering people some of his protein for breakfast. [In an overwhelmingly chipper tone:] Sorry if I was being rude!

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