Goodbye Dollet and Thanks for All the Fish! (backdated to Sept 28)

[om_nom_namur]

Characters: EVERYONE!!! And any "local" NPCs you want to make up
Location: A warehouse down by the wharf
Rating: G+? idk people will do as they will do
Open/Closed/Finished: Open
Summary: It's an excuse to pump dance music really really loudly, tbh.

The party was put together ridiculously fast, but everyone who decided to help went all out, and the place is pretty damn awesome. There are refreshments, strobe lights, a loudass music setup, and lots of space to dance. Come on in and have a blast! Garden will be sailing off in the morning, and then it's back to school. Time to get in that last hurrah!

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[thatched]

Thatch watched the festivities going on inside with no thought to joining them other than occasionally raiding the snack table. Everything had turned out well and no one was causing a drunken stir yet--but there was no need to be disappointed. The night was still young.

He should join and do something. Someone would notice. They always did. But he was feeling damn tired for some reason. Weary-- No... He knew the reason. In a few weeks it would be six years to the day that he'd been in this place. Six years since--he'd started this new life. He hadn't told Namur. What could the Fishman do with information like that? Nothing but frown even more fiercely than he naturally did. As far as he was concerned, it was only a date that Thatch needed to know about and after that--

after that--

well he wasn't sure. But maybe he could finally wash the sour taste of this place out of his mouth and replace it with something bearable. For now, though, he rested against a stone pillar, sipped a bottle of whiskey, and watched everyone have fun.

Sorry, I really have her hard pressed all around, I think she likes these guys

[fionna_time]

She spotted him when she went outside for some air herself. She could get tired too, and after all the dancing she could use a breather.

"Hey Thatch," she greeted her teacher. "You all right?"

They like her back. <3

[thatched]

Miss Fionna again. He smiled at her voice and shifted his weight. Did he really look like someone had to ask that question? Well probably. But there were plenty of excuses for all of that.

"It's just been a long day, string bean. Haven't been right since that damn...cliff thing." He still couldn't shake the feeling that he'd nearly lost everything. Though why he felt that way, who the hell knew?

WOO!

[fionna_time]

Fionna chuckled, lightly, at the comment.

"String bean, heh. Me. It is kinda weird, isn't it, when you have one of those times where everything is all crazy. I think the whole place shifting like that reminded me of home a little. Can't really go to long without some junk going wrong."

[thatched]

"I don't mind the crazy until it happens to" My home? No. Yes. Sort of. Hell. "where you're staying at." Close enough. Speaking of home, though.

"Heard your friend got taken by the time compression. Twilight, right? Must be tough."

[fionna_time]

"Yeah, I know that! Where I'm from though, I solve those probs with a little help. This place is making me a lot smarter, might not even need Gumball's help!"

Right. There was that.

"She...she helped me study," Fionna said, trying to find the words and failing. "Like...I never, y'know, thought I was smart. I wanted to sign up for all the beefing up classes, but you can't take em without the basic stuff. So that was bunk, and Twilight helped me. We'd even have pillow fights after and laugh."

She didn't add that she was keeping her room tidy and nice, in case the pony ever came back.

[thatched]

Going home huh. Using he applied skills. He couldn't help but envy her a little. But only a little. Her world was not his and wherever she went, he couldn't help but feel she was missing out. Either way she's obviously missing her friend. He wondered if--who he would lose when the time compression came again. He ruffled her...hat affectionately. It would be hard, but she would bounce back. She was young yet and sparkling with vitality. Anyway, when she did get home with her family, it wouldn't matter so much.

"Maybe you'll meet again. So you better keep your grades up just in case, aye?" Another sip of whiskey. The bottle was almost gone. Damn. "Any other friends then, Miss Fionna? Any friends that are more than friends?" and he gave her a little eyebrow wiggle.

[fionna_time]

Oh, it had made her sad. How could it not? Fionna ha never had a roommate besides Cake, and Twilight had been the one person who helped her break into learning all this stuff and making her neat. She would definitely be missed.

"Hopefully. I'm glad RD and them are still around." At the last question, she laughed. "No one, unless you cout when the newspaper stuff with me and Pinkie Pie!"

[thatched]

He was glad there were others. Though he wasn't sure who RD was...unless she meat that Dash character. But then again, Fionna was the kind of person who could make a lot of friends just by existing, so he wasn't too worried. Instead he smirked around his bottle.

"Oh that column. You know Namur writes that." A blatant lie for her amusement. "He'll deny it back and forth if you call him on it, but that Fishman will gossip in the drop of a hat."

[fionna_time]

Fionna gave him an incredulous look. "Ok, now I know YOU are messing with me. I've see Namur write, and it looks like crap. Besides that, come on dude. No way you're ever gonna convince me that he is a gossip. I hang around him enough to know that's not his style."

That would be like saying that Rainbow Dash secretly liked petting cute, cuddly animals and making baby noises: some things you just know aren't going to ever be.

"You might as well tell me that the party you guys were planning was going to be all ball room and junk."

[thatched]

"A fair argument to all but one. My little lady, Namur is one of the worst gossips I've ever seen." At least among the crew. Outside he was as tightlipped as anyone could get, but he swapped stories with the best of them and Thatch only had to talk to him for a few hours to listen to the stream of personality from the rough and tumble members of the crew. Though he also had really good digs on Izou that Thatch hadn't been able to pry out of him with rusty fish hooks so there was that.

"Give him time and give him men and he'll be telling everyone's stories to anyone who will listen. I guarantee that. Ask him about the Fossa incident." Which was only safe to ask since Fossa wasn't here at the moment.

[fionna_time]

Fionna raised an eyebrow. "If that's true, he's still not the one that's runnin the column. Still, I think I'll ask him about that anyway! Namur is a pain, but he's still pretty cool to listen to!"

OK, so maybe Fionna like to gossip a little herself sometimes.

[thatched]

"Tell you what, I'll make you a bet. Ten Gil says he's running the column. If you can get him to admit it, you win. If you can't, I win." And he held out his hand to shake on the deal.

[trainedbywarlords]

Kory had wandered outside for herself. She wanted to look at the scenery. They were going to be leaving soon after all. As she walked outside, she noticed someone else out there and walked over.

"Hello, Thatch. Are you alright?"

[thatched]

He straightened as he saw her coming closer and offered her a warm smile. He didn't think he'd look as down as he'd felt, but maybe she was just asking because he wasn't inside with the others.

"Just getting some fresh air." He held up the bottle. "Care for a little nip or two?"

[trainedbywarlords]

She shook her head. "No I'm fine, thank you."

She walked over to stand next to him. He didn't look to particularly down, but she tended to be concerned when people stepped away when there didn't seem to be a reason for it. "I am too. It'll be a shame to leave this place so soon."

[thatched]

"You like Dollet?" It was just a town, like any other, but he had the feeling she was more...cemented in this world in general. "It's not a bad place, I guess. Not much of a nightlife." He raised his eyebrows at her and took another sip.

[trainedbywarlords]

She shook her head. "No, it's not bad. I like being around people and learning more about this world. The Garden is rather self-contained so I like it when go to other towns for break."

"It also means I have to go back some of the mandatory classes I've been putting off. I can't put them off anymore."

[thatched]

"Aye, it is, and to it's detriment, probably." How could anyone from outside get used to them if they were confined to the Garden? Or maybe it was a good idea. Who could say. No use letting his growing resentment about the Garden worm its way into the conversation.

"After you've graduated it won't be so regimented. You'll be able to get away with a lot more for one thing." He grinned and winked at her. "Maybe we can step out for a night or two in celebration, aye?"

[trainedbywarlords]

That's exactly how she thought about it. It was silly, keeping them separate meant neither the people here got used to the outsiders and the outsiders didn't get used to them. She just nodded.

"Oh I will?" She smiled in response to what he said. "I'd like that. We can definitely go out and celebrate."

[thatched]

"Undoubtedly. And so we shall. Anywhere you like to go and I'll take you. Even to the ends of the earth fair lady." Such as it was. A rare slow song filtered out from the inside and he smiled.

"May I have this dance?"

[trainedbywarlords]

"That would be wonderful." He had such a way with words. It made her feel special. She really didn't feel like that much except for when people were commenting on her powers.

"Yes, of course. I would be honored." And she offered him her hand.

sorry for the so so so so so late

[thatched]

He couldn't help but charm a woman, especially one so lovely as her. He took her hand, raising it to his lips, though shifting his thumb so as to kiss it and not her skin directly as was only polite.

"My lady." And then he pulled her in close, but gently, slipping a hand to the small of her back to lead her through the steps. "Tell me, gorgeous, do you know how to waltz?"

It's okay.

[trainedbywarlords]

Her smile only grew brighter. He was definitely someone she liked being around. He was sweet. She moved closer to him with a smile, not having any problem with that, walking right along side of him.

"I do actually. I just finished the ballroom dancing classes that they teach."

[thatched]

"Well then..." He swept her into a waltz in time with the music, setting into a pace that was quick enough to be somewhat dizzying but slow so that she would have no problems keeping up.

"You waltz divinely. I'm sure you have the boys lining up."