This Mayonnaise Better Be Good [OPEN]

[infinitemayonnaise]

Who| Kousuke Nitou and anyone who should come across him.
What| Nitou acquires mayonnaise and tries to go camping. Such is his life.
Where| The first grocery store Nitou's been able to find, as well as the first park he's been able to find.
When| Sometime just after Nitou's arrival.
Warnings/Notes| This is probably not going to go over well with the Peacekeepers.


[The First Random Grocery Store Nitou Found]
As though it weren't bad enough that Nitou had been taken from home and stripped of his powers and told he was going to fight in some crazy deathmatch-thing, he'd then been put in the District 5 apartments...which weren't too bad as far as apartments went, but the kitchens were sorely lacking. There was no mayonnaise. Nitou might have been even angrier with his hosts had they not so thoughtfully provided him with a credit card, and he wasted no time in making a few purchases. The first was a red wagon. The second was enough mayonnaise to fill that red wagon. The people in the store couldn't help but stare at him as he cheerfully filled the wagon with bottle after bottle, and even here in the Capitol, he attracted more than a few stares as he strode down the street pulling said wagon.

[The First Random Park Nitou Found]
Once Nitou had the mayonnaise in his possession, he decided that he didn't want to go back to the apartments. Why should he? He had mayonnaise and a credit card. And at the sight of the park he was walking his mayonnaise by, his hobo adventurer instincts kicked in.

Not long after that, Nitou could be found pitching a tent in the middle of the park underneath a few trees. He hadn't bothered to consider that this sort of thing just might be looked down upon by the people of the Capitol to a disastrous degree. He was quite used to being run off as a vagrant, and the idea that this could be really dangerous had completely failed to cross his mind. He also had a small barbecue pit and package of weiners nearby; he was clearly planning on having a proper hobo cookout once he had everything set up.

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A little red wagon full of mayo, you say?

[wizardplease]

Haruto had trained until he was sore, and had forced himself to watch arena recaps until he couldn't bear it any longer. And when he'd gone to the roof of the training center for a little peace, it seemed that far too many others were up there in search of it. Though he doubted he could find much quiet out in the Capitol streets, he could walk and clear his thoughts and maybe even find a donut shop that knew how to make a proper donut.

But that was not to be. For he had instead found an entirely too familiar face walking cheerfully down the street, a wagon of mayonnaise bottles behind him. He stopped short, stared, and tried to convince himself that this wasn't real. Nitou didn't need to be here. Nitou didn't need to be a part of this. (Nitou didn't need to be here driving him to distraction...) It's only after a few moments of gaping and gawking that he manages a strangled shout of "Mayonnaise?!"

The most normal little red wagon full of mayo in the world!

[infinitemayonnaise]

The sound of that familiar strangled shout catches Nitou's attention quite well. He whips around and does a fairly theatrical double-take in Haruto's direction. "Haruto?!" Wait, no, his eyes weren't playing tricks on him, that really is Haruto. "Haruto!" And there he comes, rushing over with the wagon still dragging along behind him. "What are you doing here?" Could Haruto have come to rescue him? "Because it's not like I need rescuing or anything--I've got everything under control!" Yep, little red wagon full of mayo, full control of the situation.

[wizardplease]

This is not the happiest of reunions for a variety of reasons, and Haruto cringes slightly backwards at first. "What am I doing here? What about you?!" It's asked with an incredulous wave of his hand and glance down at that wagon of mayo. "Didn't they have any mayo in your apartments?" Then, a pause, and his volume lowers a notch. "You're in a District, right? For the arena, right?" He had to be, but.... Nitou had a way of blowing carelessly in and doing as he pleased. He was prepared to be somehow proven wrong.

Hobo cookout!

[a_minute_younger]

Gary likes a bit of fresh air when he eats--or more accurately, he doesn't like standing around when there is a whole future city to explore, and food has never stopped him. It's more of an incentive, really; Gary only grabbed a snack on the way out, so he expects that he'll have to find somewhere else to buy the rest. He's already found a fizzy beverage and is most of the way through it when he passes a park. And stops.

He's pretty sure the Capitol natives don't make a habit of pitching tents in public. Unless this is another one of their weird theme parties, perhaps? Gary likes parties! If this is a party he wants in on it. The teen strides into the park, cheerfully slurping on his drink. "Hey!" he waves. "What'cha up to?"

[infinitemayonnaise]

"They only had one jar! One! A jar! Not even a squeeze bottle!" Clearly, the mayonnaise supply of the District 5 apartments just wasn't prepared to deal with a mayonnaise connoisseur of Nitou's caliber. And he's giving Haruto a nod with no regard to volume and lowering of voice. "Yeah, they were going on and on about some place called District 5? And some arena, yeah."

come, come partake of hot dogs on a stick

[infinitemayonnaise]

Nitou gives Gary an easy wave back. "I'm up to lunchtime, that's what I'm up to!" He hasn't yet gotten the fire started, which is probably why the entire place doesn't smell like burning. Nitou is in fact in the process of sticking sticks into hot dogs, preparing to make them easier to eat without a bun. Or forks. Or plates. Or any sort of dining utensil or implement.

But he's got a wagonful of mayonnaise. And priorities.

"Come on over! I've got plenty!" Nitou's starting to mess with the fire-starting materials. Anyone who actually knew him might be a little alarmed at the fact that he was breaking out the lighter fluid.

[a_minute_younger]

There are...a few things odd about this situation that Gary is walking into. The wagon of mayonnaise has not escaped him. The use of what is probably too much lighter fluid instead of some more efficient or futuristic fire-starting device also seems a little fishy. Maybe it's part of the theme, though. What is this theme? Gary has no idea! He's pretty sure he doesn't care, either. Surely this guy knows what he's doing.

"Cool!" Gary beams and settles in behind Nitou and the soon-to-be fire pit. "Expecting anyone else, or were you planning on eating all these by yourself?"

[infinitemayonnaise]

"Hey, if anyone comes by and wants some food, then they can have some! Otherwise, it's just me," Nitou says as he tosses a match at the coals. There is a momentary small column of flame, and Nitou is at least pleased that he was quick enough to dodge and gets to keep his eyebrows this time. He wastes no time in throwing some weenies on the grill, even if he should probably let it heat up a bit more first. "But I'm a big eater, and I wanted to make sure I had enough food, you know?"

A - little red wagon o mayo

[belongsontv]

"Dare I ask what you have planned for all that mayonnaise, darling?" the Brazilian woman has to ask as she comes upon Nitou on her way towards the store. A man pulling along a red wagon full of condiments certainly is worth noticing. "You certainly aren't going to eat it all in one go are you?"

[infinitemayonnaise]

"I'm gonna eat it!" Nitou grins. "I hadn't been planning on doing it all at once, but..." That grin grows even wider. "I bet I could eat it all at once!"

[belongsontv]

Oh boy, it's going to be one of those conversations. "You could do that, certainly." She crosses her arms over her chest as she arches a brow back at Nitou. "Though you wouldn't have any left for later if you ate all of it in one sitting."

[infinitemayonnaise]

"But I can just buy more!" Such a novel concept. "They gave me a credit card! And I don't think it's got a limit!"

[belongsontv]

The dark skinned woman tucked some hair behind her ear as she spoke. "Did you ask if it did have a limit, dear? They might cut you off after a certain point of mayonnaise indulgence."

[infinitemayonnaise]

"You really think they'd do that?" Cutting off his mayonnaise source seemed unspeakably cruel, even for people who had taken him from his home and taken his belt and his rings and Chimera and told him he'd have to fight a bunch of other people to the death.

[belongsontv]

"It's very likely. They seem a bit stuffy here after all." She answers with a shake of her head. Even if some of their fashion trends were lovely- Milla wasn't quite fond of how uptight the locals seemed to be. "It would be better to save a good amount of your mayonnaise- just incase."

[infinitemayonnaise]

"Well," Nitou says with a thoughtful grin, "I could hide it all through the suites. For emergencies and stuff."

[belongsontv]

"I'd personally be worried about them spoiling," She muses with a faint flicker of a smile. Nitou was very much akin to a few of her campers. A bit odd, but still seemingly sweet. "That would be a real waste, spoiled mayo."

[infinitemayonnaise]

"Mayo doesn't need to be refrigerated!" Nitou waves the thought away. "It's perfectly fine as long as you haven't cross-contaminated it with something else!" He grins. "And it's not like the bottles last that long around me, anyway."

[a_minute_younger]

Thankfully Gary was standing slightly behind Nitou, which gives him just enough room to duck in the opposite direction of his new companion when the fire lights. His immediate reaction to this is, of course, panic and some fear, but that wears off pretty quickly once he realizes that Nitou is not put-off by his own creation. So this must have been planned, right? Yes, must have been. Gary laughs it off and smiles appreciatively at the roaring fire.

"Hey, impromptu party! I like it." Nitou gets a thumbs-up from the other side of the fire pit while Gary takes another quick look around. "Was the show just for yourself, too? I know I like to pretend that I'm grilling in front of an audience, but this is ridiculous!"

[infinitemayonnaise]

"Show?" Nitou seems surprised by the question, and then he laughs. "Nah, man, nothing like that--that's just always the way I light the grill!" He still seems pretty amused by this. "It's just lunchtime!" He's still poking at those sausages, making sure they're cooking properly. "Now, my rival, he'd probably go into this saying it was showtime!"

[wizardplease]

"Right, of course, a jar wouldn't..." Haruto doesn't get to finish the sarcastic statement, but he hadn't expected to be able to. It was half muttering it under his breath, besides. He shakes his head, slaps a hand down on Nitou's shoulder, and pulls him in closer, volume still low. "You've seen the recaps on TV? Seen the people that came back from the arena? We need to stop this." Please, please let Nitou have his priorities properly aligned, for once.

[infinitemayonnaise]

"I hadn't really talked to anyone who came back, but...they're still alive! That was just a recap like some fake TV thing, right?" Nitou is not quite sure why Haruto is so very serious about this, because he hasn't quite grasped how horrible things are yet. "All those TV people are treating it like it's fake, the way they react!" But he gives Haruto a grin. "But they're kidnappers and thieves, and we can so stop this."

[wizardplease]

"It's not..." Haruto briefly doubts himself. Could this all be fake? Staged? Is that how they managed to air such appalling things on television and have everyone be absolutely enthralled by them? He grimaces and looks away, plainly getting frustrated. But just as quickly as Nitou has him doubting, he has him forgetting all about it and forging ahead in the conversation. "Kidnappers, thieves, and worse. We need to find out more! And we need to get our things back."

[a_minute_younger]

See? It was planned! Perfectly acceptable. Gary laughs along with him and hovers over the hotdogs, quickly shooing any lingering doubts out of his mind with the promise of food and good company.

"One of those types, is he?" An image of Nitou and a cartoonishly angry Nitou aggressively cooking sausages over a fire briefly flashes through Gary's mind. He chuckles to himself. "I almost hope he shows up--maybe he'll bring more food, eh?"

[infinitemayonnaise]

"At least they gave me a credit card!" Nitou sort of jiggles the handle to the wagon. "I'm all stocked up again!" He glances back at the mayo. "For a couple days, anyway." Yes, a wagonful for a couple of days sounds about right. "So, what now, we find where they're keeping our stuff and rush in there to get it? Should be a lot of opportunity there!"