[text / action for Goldenrod / go ahead and make mingley top levels if you want]

[meteorman]

A. Text

To whom it may concern,

This is an invitation to a casual Hanukkah celebration to be held tonight at the Skellington House in north Goldenrod. Food will be provided, though if you wish to bring some to share I'm certain that no one will object.

No RSVP necessary. Anyone who would like to is welcome to stop by*. In strange times and places it pays to be able to find common ground in what little may be familiar.

- Dr. Stanford Pines

*Except for Rick Sanchez, unless he promises to behave himself. There will be children in attendance.

B. Action

[The mansion is hard to miss, partially because it's awfully large and partially because beneath the Christmas decorations the Halloween ones still appear to be up. Add the menorah in the window and the combined light the place gives off is probably visible from space.

As promised there is food: it's not a proper sit-down dinner, considering he figures people will keep trickling in as they have the time, but there are latkes and sufganiyot (he may have asked for Mabel's help with those) along with more Johto-appropriate foods and some things that fall squarely in-between. There are also driedels available, with markings that appear to be painted on in glitter, for people who would like to play or at the very least learn how.

It ought to be a nice night.]

Comments

FREE FOOD? DON'T MIND IF I DO! OPEN!!

[shortandsweet]

[ Looks like her day just got better! And here she thought being stuck in this city would be boring. Someone is opening their house and offering food out of the kindness of their heart. Gross. At least the gesture is. The food better be good. Naturally, Neo is bringing herself. You're welcome!

Neo at least made sure to change out of her uniform and into the clothes she came in so she could blend in. Team Rocket isn't exactly welcome company, after all. Anyone can spot Neo with a small Espurr on her shoulder, as she rarely puts her into the pokeball. She hands Espurr some treats from time to time while Neo takes up some food. There are tentative bites at first, but they aren't so bad, so she piles on a bit more before she sat at a two person sofa, taking up the space.

How can someone so small be taking up so much room? ]

[meteorman]

[Oh boy. Here comes the worst grandpa in existence to make things awkward because he doesn't understand tact.]

Pardon me -- are your eyes natural?

[He assumes the hair isn't -- dye is easy -- but he hasn't yet quite caught up with the times enough to know about colored contacts.]

[shortandsweet]

[ Rudeness. How would he know that her hair is dyed?

Neo pauses to look up at the old man, latke mere inches from her mouth. She nods at the question. Of course they're natural! Just like having eyes so close together on your face is. ]

[meteorman]

[Excuse you, missy, he can't help his muppet face. He's just as Alex Hirsch drew him.]

That's fascinating! You must be from a world where humans have a genetic profile subtly different from the ones in my own reality. Heterochromia is not unheard of, but pink...

I'm really sorry for the late tag. ;;

[shortandsweet]

[ She just shrugs before taking a bite out of her latke. There isn't anything to explain because...that's just how she is.

Essie, meanwhile, climbs atop her head and offers the newcomer a latke.

Seriously? is all Neo could think. The pokemon is really too kind for her own good. ]

No worries! this month has been Weird for everyone

[meteorman]

[... Aw. Ford has an admitted soft spot for Psychic types; his own starter was one and he's found himself most-often drawn to them both in theory and in practice.

He reaches out and very carefully takes the latke with one of those six-fingered hands.]

Thank you.

[And speak of the devil; his Beheeyem floats over and peers curiously at the other Pokemon with those big green eyes.]