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[open log] meteor shower

Who: Anyone!
What: Meteor shower time! SO INTENSE
Where: Anywhere you choose~
When: futuredated, Thursday, August 12th. Any time that's dark is good for seeing stars, 8 or later; it goes in to the early morning of the 13th, too.

Just as promised, tonight was going to be a night full of shooting stars.

From anywhere in Final Destination City, these beautiful streaks of light can be seen dashing across the sky. Why not use the night to take your date out and watch the stars together? Perhaps a new relationship could form. Or break. Maybe a wish could come true. The sky was simply stunning, and the weather allowed for a comfortable atmosphere. It's a nice night to go out and watch the night sky.

[[OOC: Go ahead and make your own character threads! Mark them with a time so people don't throw babies into 4 o'clock threads if they shouldn't be there. That'd be awesome. Go nuts. If you need some more information, I based it off of the Perseid meteor shower, so hopefully that could help you out.]]

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Goose had to laugh at Surge's obvious shock. "Well, eh... I was kinda too excited to remember to bring that stuff around," he sheepishly admitted, scooping up some of the casserole into his bowl. He seemed to especially dig out a good amount of that. He really loved casserole.

"S'alright, we can grab a coupla' cones when we're done here," he decided. "'Sides, we need to dig in."

Goose then shot a bit of a playful, if not slightly douchey grin. "Or am I gonna hafta' feed you?"

Feeding each other under the stars... huh. That just felt really, really corny, even if Goose was just mildly joking. Although honestly he wouldn't oppose to it happening or not.

Okay, that was where Surge drew the line. "Ha ha, I think I'll have to pass on that one. Thanks though," he shook his head.

Taking a bite of the food, the lieutenant nodded in approval. "It's good," he replied.

Despite the previous cheesy conversation, the atmosphere and the food was setting up a rather comfortable evening. Surge was really starting to enjoy himself.

Goose rolled his eyes, completely expecting that answer. He didn't mind at all, though, of course. It was a pretty corny thing to do, after all.

"Heh, ain't it? Can't ever get much better than my momma's recipes." He then paused. "... 'Cause I couldn't make food like this without some kinda recipe." Sadly enough, he really couldn't. Apart from recipe-snatching, he was honestly not a very good cook at all.

"Didn't your momma over cook a lot? Or hell, your pops?" He wondered. "Hell, I dunno much 'bout your parents." He was immensely curious as to how they were, what they were like, what they did, if they would approve of him oh god--.

Oh goody, questions about his parents. Not that Surge was surprised. He barely spoke about his parents, so it would only make sense that Goose was curious.

He shrugged and continued eating. "Yeah, my mom cooked. Dad was more of a grill guy. Neither of them were exactly chefs or anything. But it was edible."

A grill guy? Goose had to admit that this intrigued him a tad. His parents... never really cared about grilling at all. It was all just roasting, baking, steam-cooking, and other such things, the typical Southern way.

"Heh, really? I never got to eat much barbecue growin' up," he had to admit. "Closest I had was baked barbecue sauce chicken, but eh, ain't really the same, I guess."

Then an idea popped into his head. "... Y'know what? Maybe we oughta try grillin' sometime." There was probably room on the roof for a nice grill, right? It could be fun doing something like that, he believed.

"Really?" Surge quirked an eyebrow. Well, different places had different food culture, he supposed.

"Sure, that could be fun." He considered the idea. "We'd have to buy a grill. Decide on gas or charcoal. But I wouldn't mind." Chuckling, he added, "Hell, I wouldn't mind cookin' if that were the case."

Now Surge grilling highly interested him. Goose could remember having been a bit harsh about his expectations about his fiance's cooking in previous days, but it always seemed to wind up good enough. That, coupled with the fact that Surge had been around his grilling dad before, well, surely he'd take to it a little better, right? That was just what the pilot believed.

Besides, he did really want to try out some authentic American barbecue.

"Heeeeeey, yeah, you oughta try cookin' on it first," suggested the pilot, chewing on his casserole. "Dunno about you, but I think you'd be a hell of a grillin' guy. Whaddya think about charcoal? Heh, considerin' this city-" Oh god, this city. "-it'd probably be safer. Dunno if we'll have more aliens just settin' the gas tank aflame."

A... ha... ha... ha. Okay, no, he visibly cringed. That was not a pleasant thought.

... Goose. Why was... That didn't... What were you even...

No. Never mind. Surge didn't want to know the thought process that went into that comment. Or the fact that knowing this place, it could actually happen.

"Uh, yeah... So... Charcoal it is, then..." A pause. "Just don't expect too much from me. I can grill hot dogs and hamburgers, maybe steak... Don't know too much 'bout anything else. Probably would have to look up some recipes, dependin' on what you wanted."

Oh Surge, Goose was just Goose. Hopefully you are at least somewhat used to this by now.

"Psht, I don't give a damn, so long as you can grill anythin'!" The pilot laughed, finishing up his bowl of casserole. There was only a little blob of mashed potatoes with gravy left that he needed to finish. Once Surge was done, maybe they could grab two ice creams and then come back to watch more of the meteor shower.

"'Sides, I'd be fine with just hamburgers for now, or... hell, maybe we can try out makin' ribs?" His smile widened at the thought. Barbecued ribs! That sounded just superb!

Finishing off the last of his food, Surge took another swig of his beer. "I guess ribs could work." They'd have to buy barbecue sauce. Or maybe a rub. Now the lieutenant was starting to get ideas.

"Heh, gotta say, now you've got me thinkin' 'bout it," he shook his head. With one last sip of beer, he started to pack up. "So, how 'bout that ice cream?"

Goose halted in his eating for a brief moment and looked to Surge when he mentioned ice cream. That ice cream oh boy. Yes, Goose was definitely ready.

Okay, no he was not. He still had a small mound of potatoes left. There was just one thing left to do. He shoved it all in and shoveled it down fast. By fast, I mean... lightning fast. Pun intended? M-Mebbe.

"Mmph! Mmmmphhhuhhh--" Oh. Swallow, Goose, swallow. "Mm! Heh, ready!"

What manners.

Surge snickered at Goose's food antics. "You could've just said 'no.' I would've waited."

Shaking his head, the lieutenant should've figured Goose would react that way to the offer of dessert. Now let's see, where was there an ice cream place nearby? "I think there was one... over there," he mumbled to himself, looking towards the side of the park.

Goose glanced over, and... well, no, he couldn't really notice the ice cream place right away. He had to dip his shades downward just to get any notice of a little, quaint place with a classic oldies appearance. Ice cream shoppe. BINGO.

"Heh, yeah, there it is. C'mon!"

Goose lifted himself up from the ground and rushed forward, looking back for his fiance to follow. "What kind are ya getting? Heh, betcha can't guess what I'll get."

"Key Lime, assumin' they have it," Surge replied without missing a beat. He stood up and followed behind the pilot.

He shrugged, thinking about the question. "Not sure what I want. Guess it'll depend on what they have. Though I could go for some mint chip." It was a bit boring, but the lieutenant liked it nonetheless.

Surge knew him all too well. How completely expected. Goose let a grin slip across his wonky little features. "Heh! Thought you'd be able to guess. Mint chip, though? Never woulda' thought you'd grab that. I thought maybe pistachio or somethin' like that." He did recall how Surge wasn't as partial to sweets. Pistachio wasn't the sweetest thing out there. The pilot just... tried to put two and two together ~~and probably failed~~.

It only took a quick minute or two to even reach the ice cream place. It was... pretty cute and classic, much like soda pop fountains of the way-back-when years. It was a nice retro take on an ice cream shop, and it honestly intrigued the pilot. So this was what his parents probably grew up around? Huh.

"Lessee... heh, whaddya know, looks like they've got sherbet, after all," the man stated almost triumphantly. Favorite flavor get.

Now here was to hoping this ice cream man wasn't going to be a strange one serving them. That one extremely fabulous one was kind of terrifying.

"Pistachio? Yeah, sometimes. I dunno, I'm just not in the mood for it tonight," he shrugged. Opening the door, he let the pilot walk in first.

Fortunately, or maybe unfortunately, the strange ice cream man wasn't working today. Instead, they had an extremely disgruntled woman sitting at the counter. As the two men entered, she shot them a bored glare. "What do you want?"

Surge bristled at the rudeness, but didn't say anything. "You go first," he nodded at Goose. He stared at the case, still deciding on a flavor.

Well, that wasn't the most pleasant thing to be greeted by. Unlike Surge, however, Goose was a little more outwardly blunt. "Damn, lady, you on PMS or somethin'?"

That questioning just received a very harsh glare from the woman. The pilot let out a 'pssht', seeming relatively unfazed by the lady's cold demeanor. After Vashta, he was mildly used to it.

"'Kay, look, I want a key lime sorbet, and he wants... eh, Matt? Whaddya want?" He looked to him, glancing down at the case straight afterward. They had so many good flavors, but he sure had a hankering for-...

And then he saw it. Orange cream ice cream. Orange sherbet mixed with vanilla ice cream? How could you ever go wrong?

"... Y'know what? Never mind. Make that an orange cream." So much for being so solid on key lime tonight. He wouldn't mind a change of pace.

Oh Goose, you just couldn't keep your mouth shut, could you? At least the pilot hadn't continued. The last thing Surge wanted was to make a scene in public.

He quirked an eyebrow at Goose's change of mind. Not that he could blame the pilot. Having something different was nice every once in a while. Speaking of having something different...

"I'll have the sea salt ice cream." The lieutenant had to admit, he was curious. Plus, it didn't sound overly sweet. Hopefully it would be good.

As the woman rambled furious ramblings underneath her breath, serving the two their scoops, Goose could only make a face. It wasn't at the woman this time. It was not even in any relation to her grating mood. No, it was actually in relation to his fiance.

Or well, more like his fiance's choice of ice cream.

"Sea salt?" The pilot questioned, obvious disgust etched on his face. "Dunno 'bout you, Matt, that ain't sounding right. You're sure you want it?" This was not the kind of ice cream Goose could really roll with, but if Surge was positively sure...

Surge just shot a look back at Goose. "What? It sounded interestin'."

Maybe it was the exotic flavor that irked the pilot. Or maybe it was the idea of not sweet ice cream. Surge couldn't tell and didn't care enough to ask.

He still felt somewhat defensive that the pilot would question his taste. Sure, Surge didn't have the most adventurous taste buds, but he liked to think that he was above eating garbage. "It's not like I got prune or wasabi or something." In his travels, Surge had seen quite a few odd ice cream flavors. Sea salt was not weird compared to some of the others.

Goose completely froze at the idea of prune or wasabi ice cream. At least prune was from a fruit, the plum. Okay. He can... deal with that a bit better. Prunes were sweet, despite their tendencies to cause unfortunate intestinal churning. But wasabi? Really?

"Don't tell me ya wound up seein' these before," was all he could slowly mouth with obvious surprise. The thought of ice cream like that existing was just- it was just terrible to him. It was a travesty.

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Paying for the pair's ice cream, Surge headed for the door. "Yeah, I have. Didn't bother tryin' 'em, though."

He paused. "Actually, I think one of my buddies might've tried the wasabi. Out of a dare, if I remember right. Think he said 'it tasted like regular ice cream, just had a kick to it.'" Shaking his head, Surge added, "I'd never eat it."

As Goose reached out for his ice cream and for Surge's, he couldn't help but think that the idea of spicy ice cream was amusing. No, it was hilarious. He couldn't really hold back a snort and a laugh.

"Heh! Funny, that," the pilot admitted as he headed out the door with his fiance. He extended his hand out to Surge, the one containing the ground soldier's ice cream. Goose wasn't about to gobble that down himself, really, although--...

"Say, think I can try yours? I'll letcha' try mine," he attempted to sway him.

When Goose offered his own ice cream, Surge had to refrain from making a face. The pilot knew that the older man wasn't a fan of sweet things. And last time Surge checked, orange cream anything was really sweet.

"Uh, no thanks," he forced a smile. "Think I'll pass. But feel free to try mine."

Well, better the younger man be the guinea pig first than him.

((PSST BY THE WAY feel free to decline due to computers but these two for tiny hot springs trip for nostalgiafagging y/n))

Goose didn't resist for a single minute then. He quickly grabbed his own spoon and dove in before they could even get back to the park, scooping up a bite of Surge's ice cream and shoving it into his mouth.

He paused for a brief moment, gauging the flavor, his face markedly surprised.

... He then rushed for the nearest trash can and spat it out, thoroughly disgusted.

Well, that didn't end so well.

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