[Truthfully, without having a role to play, Otto might not have attended the party at all.

It's nothing personal. He likes Dylan and Eddie! Just...well, he hasn't been to a fifteen-year-old's birthday party since he was that age himself; he's not quite sure what he's meant to do there. And...well, maybe he finds excuses to bow out of social affairs more than he used to. It's just...different, these days.

Point being, though - he was asked to help out, so of course he'll do that! Dylan has a few unaligned friends in other cities without transport, and Otto has his own teleporter courtesy of the Alliance. He's probably not meant to be using it to cart unaligned metas around on social calls, but honestly that is half of what he does with it.

He hasn't actually spoken to this Jason before. Dylan was the one to set everything up and send him the meetup coordinates. As he teleports in, Otto spares a second to hope that Dylan mentioned the entire actuator situation to his friend.]

Jason?

[Of course once he's there, Otto sticks around. It'd just be rude otherwise.

When the impromptu fight club begins, he's stood off to the side, watching Dylan and the sword with something that looks like muted horror.]

Is this what kid's parties look like these days?

[Thank god, the rest of the party is a little more normal!

Otto sits on a filed-down stump he's procured from somewhere or other, rather than a chair like everyone else. He doesn't tend to get along well with chairs.

Fire, on the other hand, is easy! He's got marshmallows on a skewer in one claw, and a potato held loosely in the other. That actuator spins its claw back and forth a little as it sits in the flames, excited to be trying to cook a potato! For his part, Otto's drinking a hot cider.]

You can see the stars so well, away from the city like this.

[...still not moving to Kansas, though.]

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