Holiday Bash!!

[floatsaway]

🧙 WHO: Ochako Uraraka (floatsaway) + CR (and their +1s)
⚔️️ WHAT: HOLIDAY/BIRTHDAY PARTY YEAAHHH
🕒 WHEN: Now, I guess. :U
🗺️ WHERE: At her CASTLE.
⚠️ WARNINGS: Venti stop trying to get Ochako TURNT None, probably...other than Bakugou's potty mouth. :(

[It's been a hell of a year, or close enough to it, for Ochako and her many friends here. From the varying trials and tribulations of general quests, to the more perilous missions between kingdoms, to new beginnings and changing tides...it's all a path forward on the long road of life. Despite the difficulties, Ochako's been able to reflect on this past year and finally find herself a bit - a new title and a new, but still somewhat the same, purpose in this world. Something given, something earned (even if she doesn't really see it that way, yet), but still very much hers.

Lady Uraraka (hrrgh...it'll never feel normal, yikes) is throwing a bit of a holiday celebration at her small castle to celebrate the coming and going of a full year. Not only that, but also Christmas prior, and even her birthday as well! All friends she knows, and anyone those friends care to invite, are welcome!! They'll be guided to a decently sized ballroom where several tables have been set up for people to relax and eat, and a separate table for gift giving and gift receiving as well!



What, you thought you'd come to this celebration and leave empty-handed? Pshaw.]

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[prontissimo]

[ Alberto is over the moon to be here... in a castle, yes, but at a party. He's never been to a party! He was excited to help Ochako cook this feast for it, sure, and the excitement began then, but it's only increased throughout the night, and even just a quick glance at his general demeanor shows how giddy he is over the whole affair.

He's brought his (rather antique-looking) Polaroid camera and has been taking random photographs all night. He may just choose interesting subjects in Ochako's new castle, definitely a few pictures of the wide spread of food (to "send" to Luca someday, you know), but there's naturally a fair few pictures of fellow partygoers... whether he knows them or not! If, after the 60-90 seconds it takes for the print-out photo to develop, he deems it's a decent picture (or a lousy one he doesn't wanna keep, cuz obviously he's keeping the best for his own collection, ahem), he might approach the subject of the photo to give it to them if they wanna keep it. Free photography services, nice. That's his gift to everyone. Appreciated or not, ahem, being photographed without permission and all... Oops.

Otherwise, find Alberto having an obvious blast throughout the rest of the night...! He's in high spirits, dancing wildly to the music. He's, uh, not the best dancer, but... he's clearly having a great time, undeterred, without a shred of self-consciousness around anyone who'll dance with him in the crowd, and that counts for a lot. Unbridled enthusiasm, that's the name of the game tonight, ragazzi...! ]

[blackabyss]

[The flash of the camera throughout the night was definitely noticed throughout the night, and normally Fumikage has no problem with flash photography. No, cameras and photos are actually quite nice mementos of moments like this! But as Alberto takes his photos, he might hear a surprised 'eeeep!!' after one of the flashes, and his photo may have a strange, blurry, bird-like black shadow in the back of one of his photos.]

[Later on in the evening, after another photo is taken, Alberto will be approached by Fumikage.]

Excuse me. Are you the one taking photographs?

[prontissimo]

[ Alberto looks from the, uh, sky-monster-bird-person person, to his camera hanging around his neck, back to Fumikage... back to his camera... and finally meets his eye again with a flat face and a thick tone. ]

...Yes...?

[ grhuijkndf snarky kid ]

[blackabyss]

[That flat face is meeting one that's fairly stoic itself. Fumikage nods, before pointing a thumb over his shoulder.]

Is it alright if you mind where you point your flash photography for future photos? The bright flash has been startling Dark Shadow.

[On Fumikage's back is a plain-looking backpack. And slowly, a dark, bird-like shadowy mass peeks out, looking a little upset.]

It's too bright..!

[prontissimo]

[ Alberto all but flings the cup he's holding aside, which spills carelessly all over the floor as he reels back in shock and fright. ]

Wh-Wha-Whaaa—?! H-Holy carp, what-is-that!

[ Uh, no apologies. Rude. ]

camera shenanigans

[apshot]

[ First of all, Bakugou is here mostly because Izuku kind of made sad puppy faces and it's just easier to comply than to deal with the whining that he - and Ochako - would make later. So if he comes to this thing then maybe they'll get off of his back for a little while. Just a little while.

But he's not doing anything interesting. He's grabbing any and all meat dishes that he can and is stacking them up. Then going to plop down somewhere kind of out of the way and eat. ]

[prontissimo]

[ Alberto totally catches a picture of him stacking all that meat on his plate at the end of the buffet. It's kind of funny to him. He's not sure why. Bakugou gets about four minutes once he sits down to eat alone in peace, because that's about how much time it takes for Alberto to get the Polaroid out of the camera, let it develop, let it dry for a bit once he peels the film casing off it, and march right over to Bakugou's deliberately out-of-the-way spot and disturb him.

In a way, he's being considerate, because he's trying to offer the pictures first the subjects of the photos he's taken of them before pocketing them, when the photos turn out pretty good. And he thinks this one is great. But really, mostly because Bakugou's resting grumpy face in it is kinda hilarious to him. Who knows if he actually would like to keep this, but, well, might as well ask. ]

Ehh, ciao, ragazzo— you want this?

[ He stands there contraposto with one hand on his hip, camera hanging around his neck, holding the photograph out at arm's length with a limp wrist, somewhat close to Bakugou's face — not enough to be rude, just enough to be mildly alarming if he hadn't been paying attention, and mildly annoying if he had been... He wears a lazy, half-lidded smirk, making direct eye contact without a hint of hesitation approaching this grumpy-looking dude who obviously wants to be left alone.

That voice, though... "Ragazzo..." Might sound awfully familiar. Can Bakugou place it? ]

[apshot]

[ In fact he won't be able to place it. At least not immediately. This kiddo is going to have to speak a bit more for Bakugou to pinpoint it. But he will! It just needs some time.

Though he's trying to enjoy his food and all of the sudden there's this hand in his face. Not exactly IN his face, but close enough for Katsuki to consider it up in his business. His expression changes from just mildly grumpy to scowling. It could go either way... ]

Did you take a fucking picture of me?

[prontissimo]

Uhhh— yeah? Do you want it...? Y'know, as a memento.

[ The cussing takes him aback slightly, had expected this guy to be grumpy but not so aggressive, but Alberto's unflappable and just raises a brow with a frown, a slight sass in his own voice in response. ]

[apshot]

First of all, you know it can be considered really rude to take a picture of someone without their permission,

[ Go ahead. Give him some sass kiddo. It doesn't ruffle Bakugou. Not too much. ]

Secondly, I ain't interested.

[prontissimo]

[ Alberto's scowl just deepens, becomes more confused and affronted. The hell? ]

What? Why's it rude? I'm giving them away for free. I'm being nice. Don't blame me just cuz you're crabby, man.

[ Okay, so not exactly his best sass, but nevertheless, what's this guy's deal...! ]

[apshot]

It's a thing called consent? Some people really don't like their photos being taken. It has nothing to do with being crappy or crabby or shitty.

[ It's an actual thing. A thing that can get this brat into trouble if he does it to the wrong person. ]

[prontissimo]

Well, that's no fun, then. It's just a photograph. What's the big deal?

[ This is not computing. Alberto grew up alone on an uninhabited island. The fuck does he know about "consent." D-Does he even... know that word...? Who knows; if he doesn't, he's not letting on. ]

[apshot]

[ Yeah... Katsuki is getting that it's just a case of this brat doesn't know. So he dials back a bit on his aggression - but that's also because it's getting later in the day. ]

People can use that shit against you? Like, sometimes taking a picture isn't really done to keep a memory a memory. It can be used to show people embarrassing shit you could be afraid of or not want other people to know.

[prontissimo]

[ All that gets is a flat stare, a pause before a response dripping in sarcasm... ]

...Soooo eating a whole plate full of meat falls under... which?

[apshot]

The "I just don't want my picture taken" one.

[ Fine if that's the way you wanna be, bratface. ]

[prontissimo]

Fine, fine, fine... I'll just mail it to my friend back home.

[ He gives a dramatic roll of his eyes and pockets the photo. Just another random shot to add to his ever-growing collection documenting his life here. ]

[apshot]

[ That... Actually quiets Bakugou down a moment. Mail it? Honestly he should be throwing a fit because that doesn't actually give this permission to do that but - ]

I dunno if that's gonna happen.

[prontissimo]

[ Alberto's face falls flat, his tone going a bit steelier. ]

I know. But when they let us, then I'll be ready.

[ Dude's clinging on to the barest shred of hope, clearly... But it also clearly strikes a tender nerve just having it called into question. ]

[apshot]

[ He opens his mouth as if to argue. That he's not talking about being let back into their worlds. Talking about their memories remaining intact.

But he just shuts it. ]

Yeah sure.

[ Gonna just. Stuff his mouth with some meat. ]

[prontissimo]

[ Alberto gives him a weird look, discerning and dubious. ]

Well, aalllll riiight, human guy... I'll, uh, leave ya to it, then. Ciaaao?

[ Uh? "Human guy?" ]

[apshot]

[ Yeah that gets his attention. Katsuki sits even more upright. ]

Human guy? The hell do you mean by that?

[prontissimo]

Am I wrong?

[ A flat face and a flat tone to match. ]

[apshot]

Who the fuck says "human guy!?"

[ No one. That's who. ]