Caesar Zeppeli (
mylegacy) wrote in
driftfleet2015-09-29 07:25 am
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four ○ video / action
Who: Caesar Zeppeli and u! Also Joseph Joestar's birthday party and u! MULTIPURPOSE
Broadcast: Fleetwide!
Action: Caprine! Because this mess is not happening on his ship.
When: Wednesday, September 23; Sunday, September 27.
video } wednesday, september 23
Someone needs to explain fried chicken to me.
[. . . no, that appears to be the lead-in to this video. Caesar looks a little offended, and he kind of is; this has actually been explained to him, but there are, in his opinion, a hundred better things you could do with a chicken than fry it. Sacrilegious. No one ever take him to an Olive Garden.]
It seems like a good way to dry the chicken out if you're not careful. And frying is so unhealthy. [Why not dunk it in alfredo sauce instead.]
Also, what the hell is coleslaw.
Also, I do need help with some baking. A cake.
[What was the other thing. Oh, yes.]
Joseph Joestar's birthday is this Sunday. He's been forbidden from talking about it, so I encourage everyone to talk to him about it as much as possible.
[What a good friend.]
action } sunday, september 27
[On Sunday, because he is a good friend, an absolute shit-ton of food appears; because he holds the sanctity and cleanliness of his ship to be pretty sacred, it appears in the Caprine's cargo bay. Decorations are hit-or-miss, in part because that's not really his strong suit and in part because he's pretty sure Joseph won't actually care. There's food.]
[Although there are other things too, past the small mountain of non-nutritional-paste foodstuffs. Music, for one thing, although it's a strange mishmash of things that sounded familiar to a 1930s ear, things that didn't totally offend him, and things that other people contributed. About halfway through the afternoon, something roughly analogous to hip-hop crackles across the speakers, startling everyone, if by everyone you mean probably just Caesar.]
[It's a party, y'all. Have fun. Don't let Joseph eat all the fried chicken.]
( ooc; OBVIOUSLY THIS POST WAS SUPPOSED TO GO UP SOONER, but due to Reasons it did not. if you don't mind, please keep birthday mingle stuff under the toplevel i put up for it - otherwise go nuts and have fun! ♥ )
Broadcast: Fleetwide!
Action: Caprine! Because this mess is not happening on his ship.
When: Wednesday, September 23; Sunday, September 27.
video } wednesday, september 23
Someone needs to explain fried chicken to me.
[. . . no, that appears to be the lead-in to this video. Caesar looks a little offended, and he kind of is; this has actually been explained to him, but there are, in his opinion, a hundred better things you could do with a chicken than fry it. Sacrilegious. No one ever take him to an Olive Garden.]
It seems like a good way to dry the chicken out if you're not careful. And frying is so unhealthy. [Why not dunk it in alfredo sauce instead.]
Also, what the hell is coleslaw.
Also, I do need help with some baking. A cake.
[What was the other thing. Oh, yes.]
Joseph Joestar's birthday is this Sunday. He's been forbidden from talking about it, so I encourage everyone to talk to him about it as much as possible.
[What a good friend.]
action } sunday, september 27
[On Sunday, because he is a good friend, an absolute shit-ton of food appears; because he holds the sanctity and cleanliness of his ship to be pretty sacred, it appears in the Caprine's cargo bay. Decorations are hit-or-miss, in part because that's not really his strong suit and in part because he's pretty sure Joseph won't actually care. There's food.]
[Although there are other things too, past the small mountain of non-nutritional-paste foodstuffs. Music, for one thing, although it's a strange mishmash of things that sounded familiar to a 1930s ear, things that didn't totally offend him, and things that other people contributed. About halfway through the afternoon, something roughly analogous to hip-hop crackles across the speakers, startling everyone, if by everyone you mean probably just Caesar.]
[It's a party, y'all. Have fun. Don't let Joseph eat all the fried chicken.]
( ooc; OBVIOUSLY THIS POST WAS SUPPOSED TO GO UP SOONER, but due to Reasons it did not. if you don't mind, please keep birthday mingle stuff under the toplevel i put up for it - otherwise go nuts and have fun! ♥ )

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[IS YOUR BOYFRIEND AN IDIOT?]
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[He's learning a lot about boys, okay.]
I'm saying "what" to how someone can be kissed on the mouth and not comprehend romantic interest.
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[ She rubs the back of her head, a little embarrassed ]
I don't really know what he was thinking, but then he got kidnapped by my -- like, not-really-uncle, because he was worried I was dating someone shitty again, and then I told him I liked him and he seemed really surprised about it.
[ Ino stop making this even more confusing ]
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[Squints.]
. . . Is he shitty?
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No, he's not. He's really sweet. I just ... have dated some guys before that weren't exactly ... [ How the fuck does she put "I dated a guy who tried to cut off my arms" nicely ] ... They just weren't really a good idea in retrospect.
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[He looks at her evenly for a minute, and you could actually believe, looking at him right now, that he could probably kill a person with his bare hands if they fucked with one of his people.]
[Then it's gone, and he's back to baking a chocolate cake.]
Well. That happens.
Are any of them still here?
[
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Uh ... no. This was all at ... the other place. I was in a place like this for a long time before I came to the fleet.
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[He would hate to have to get blood on his pants today. Clink goes the bowl over the pot, hey presto, a double boiler.]
Hm. Hand me a spatula. Is he . . . I'm sorry, I'm still confused. Maybe I should just accept it.
[Accept what, Caesar? That not everyone is a HUGE SLUT? This is real life.]
You're right. It was much easier with women. Men are idiots.
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I kind of got the impression that he thought he was too boring for me to actually, you know, like-like him. And Crowley didn't exactly help with that.
[ A little laugh at his last comment ]
But yeah, I thought it was pretty obvious.
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It was never actually my problem before.
What does boring have to do with it?
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I didn't really get it either. He doesn't really have a whole lot of dating experience, though, so I guess he was probably just confused.
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[Well. That makes more sense, then.]
. . . Stop confusing boys, Ino.
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But that's my specialty!
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[ Dramatic whine is a go. ]
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[ Also, she should probably be ... helping. She looks for the frosting ingredients to start putting what she can of that together. ]
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It's just a nickname. Like . . . [He thinks.] Like sweetheart, a little, but it means pretty, too. Your name is hard to work with, you know.
. . . Is that all right?
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Eh? Of course. It's cute!
[ As long as it's not "Pig", she's cool with the nicknames. In fact, it reminds her a little bit of Sai ... ]
It's a word in Italian, right? I guess the chip doesn't translate that one.
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[Like, for example, Caesarino. But anyway.]
It's like your name is trying deliberately to irritate me. Inoina. It doesn't work. So bellina instead.
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Well, I was named after my dad. It's not really a "feminine" name, strictly speaking.
[ She likes Bellina, but she's curious ... ]
What about my family name? Can you do that one? It's Yamanaka.
[ "Do that one", like he's doing a magic trick or something ... ]
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Yamanakina?
[God that's long. He looks at her questioningly.]
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