open ― party over here

[ingestion]

WHO: Heather Mason + anyone
WHEN: Evening 12/13
WHERE: The Maximum
WHAT: Party + Sleepover + Pet Rock Contest + Other Party shenanigans
NOTES\WARNINGS: underage drinking/smoking, other party shenanigans

( the preparation for the party has left heather in a rather excited mood as she appears at the front door with freshly bleached hair, wearing a rather stylish blue dress. although it is rather cold outside, inside of the maximum, a dance/music studio, the heater is running at a rather warm temperature.

inside there are several companion bots about, finishing up last minute decorations and offering everyone a party hat or a noise maker [or both]. spread out by the lounge bar/kitchen on the first floor is a table food of foods donated by gorgug and others [things like chips, sandwiches, brownies, mac & cheese with bacon for eddie, sodas, etc.], alcoholic drinks. to the left of this is the dance room with nothing but 2000-2006's hits being played, so don't let timbaland throw your groove off!

forward before hitting the second floor, characters will find a table full of rocks and other decorating supplies. there's a paper on the table with instructions-

join in the rock decorating contest.
best looking rock will win a cool prize!
competition will be held at 9pm sharp, don't be late.

on the second floor, where the music studios are, there is a large amount of space cleared out for the sleepover portion of the party, with a number of things heather was able to find going through the stores. there is also a space with numerous games for guests to play, from an SNES hooked up to a very old tv, to a questionable looking poker table, beer pong setup, and anything else to keep people entertained.

anything else that anyone may need can be obtained by asking heather or one of the companion bots.

towards the end of the night, when things are starting to wind down, heather will be wrangling everyone who is either passed out from drinking too much, looks sleepy, or just needs to relax to the second floor to play some card games, share some stories, or just spend time with her privately.

if anyone is up to anything mysterious or questionable, it will most likely be missed by heather as she'll be far too busy living it up. )

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heather mason | silent hill 3 | ota

[ingestion]

— second floor/party games

( once heather felt she had greeted everyone and things weren't going haywire, she made her way upstairs with a bottle of wine in hand wearing a pair of shades she had gotten somewhere. she was roaming around the second floor, going through the games that had been set up and deciding on what to play first.

so whoever followed in after her was immediately approached by her. )

Hey there, wanna play a round of beer pong? Or maybe you want to boot up that SNES and see if we can actually get it to work?

— dancing

( after dealing with the stress and excitement that came with planning such an elaborate event, heather was more than eager and ready to hit the dance floor. she had drank a few beers at this point and her shoes were off as she entered the dance room. surrounded by mirrors, she looked on as she saw other people dancing and turned to whoever was coming in behind her.

she held her hand out and offered a bright smile. )

Wanna dance with a cute blonde?

( she's being a bit sillier now, opting to bury her deep emotions and pain through this. so whether the person before her agreed to dance or not, they were being pulled into by her as 'SOS' played. )

— pet rock contest

( later on as the night went on, heather decided to swing by the pet rock decorating table to see if anyone had actually taken advantage of the rather amusing/silly idea. whoever was there would be approached by her to be asked about how it was going.

alternatively, if there's no one there, she can be found sitting at the table with a plate of food and a rock in hand. she's painting it pink and seems to be making it look like a familiar bunny. )

— outside/later that night

( as the party went on and the music became louder, heather finally took a step outside for a smoke break. she put on a rather heavy sweater and sat at one of the tables outside. if anyone was watching or looking for her, they would find her looking up at the sky observing the stars.

she had thrown this party to escape the worries, fears, and sadness surrounding the death of her father [among other discussions she had with vincent]. so while she had been rather cheerful and excited at the party, now she seemed sullen and rather lonely.

if your character does approach her, she'll take a drag of her cigarette and turn to them, letting out a puff of nicotine filled air. )

The party is inside, unless you need a break from all that? You can join me.

— closed to rin | chu wenshan

( there had been at least two people who seemed to be clueless about how parties worked and while heather didn't consider herself to be the best teacher around, she had made time and effort to show up rather early at the maximum.

so while the companion bots were around decorating and setting up things for her, she was inside wearing a rather simple and lazy outfit before she was going to get changed and ready for the party.

whoever showed up first would be greeted by heather, who had been yelling at one of the bots for nearly dropping the snes harold had given her. )

Hey there, sorry it's a really important gift that a friend gave me for the party. I'd hate for anything to happen to it.

Anyways let's go up to the second floor and I'll teach you some fun games?

— wildcard

( if there is anything you'd specifically like to do with heather, feel free to write your own starter or hit me up on discord or plurk for a closed starter. )

pet rock contest

[twin_blade]

[ She told him to bring a rock, so he did. And he's at the table painting it when Heather walks over. Vax is looking a little bored, and a little drunk because he also brought that alcohol he mentioned. It was left on the table with the rest of the beverages, but he's got a glass mug half full next to him.

A brown brush is used against a round, gray stone that's flat enough to become a painting surface. Given the color of the stone, he painted it with the face of someone he knows. A gray-skinned half-giant with a brown beard and warpaint down the eyes. ]

— second floor

[messenger]

[ castiel nearly hadn't come.

he had never been invited to a party before. this was not shocking — he had been on earth only a little over a year now, and in that time there had been absolutely nothing to celebrate. imbibing copious amounts of alcohol while waiting for the end to come was the closest thing to a celebration that he could envision, and yet they hadn't even had the opportunity for that much.

but in etraya, the world was ending slower.

he had considered the invitation for all of an hour before deciding to take it. the instructions were clear: staying wasn't mandatory if one brought 'donations', and since no one seemed to have anything by the way of currency, castiel had enough context clues to figure out the gist of what that meant. he left several bags of pork rinds and two six packs of beer by one of the tables before following the young woman he had caught sight of upstairs. he might not be planning to stay the night through, but he was curious.

and she was familiar — they had met at harold's library. he believed she was the host. ]

What is a SNES?

[ well. he knows what beer pong is, but— ]

My superior reflexes and hand-eye coordination would give me an unfair advantage in any physical competition.

learning how to party

[nobraincell]

[Chu Wenshan did not dress up for this party. He's dressed like he always is, in the kind of outfit you'd expect of a stereotypical martial artist from some Chinese wuxia TV drama.

He takes note of the strange box that bot almost dropped, nodding at her explanation of it. Important gifts should be cherished!]

What sort of games are we learning? [as he follows.]

outside.

[hasitsthorns]

[ While the smell of smoke might deter some, Rosie can't help but be practically drawn to it. The familiar - now almost nostalgic - scent from home while surrounded by men smoking nearby and sounds of idle chatter is... strangely bittersweet. ]

Your party is inside, you mean, [ she can't help but tease as she does sit to join. Rosie has her own red solo cup spiked with something. She's forgotten what, honestly, but that's how these kind of affairs usually go. ] But I get needing a break even as the hostess with the mostess. It can still be a lot.

[ Not the same, but- She can understand, honestly, the worry of it being fun enough or other pressures to make sure people had a good time. Her work had always been more focused on a specific individual's 'good time,' but details. ]

So, what's on your mind? You don't have to tell me or anything, just- Figured I'd see if I couldn't help any.

dancing

[maximumlegend]

[ Does Fabian usually want to dance? Yes.

Does he want to dance right now? That answer is a little more complicated, due to an entire host of factors going on in this moment. It seems that Heather isn't allowing the answer to be complicated right now though, since Fabian finds himself being pulled into the dance by her before he's even fully had time to answer - perhaps ironically to some extent, considering he is usually the one doing this to others.

Maybe that's why he doesn't protest it, despite not being fully sure if he has the energy for it right now. He's usually done it to allow other people to feel a little better - maybe that's what Heather is trying to do right now too.

Or maybe she really does just want to have fun.

Still, as she's tugging on his hand and leading them in the direction of the other people, Fabian makes a light, playful joke: ]

Not good at taking 'no', huh? [ Fabian, please. You can't say that of all people. This is a total pot-kettle situation!! ]

second floor because i had an idea

[heavensnight]

[Maria had promised herself she wouldn't hover. after all, Heather deserved a fun night and she didn't need Maria doing the thing she said she wouldn't do: try to be responsible and harsh any fun she tried to have. some underage drinking wasn't going to kill her.

yet, much like she had in the library, she wanted her to know she was here if needed. especially when she saw the bottle of wine and then the beer pong comment? well...]

Beer pong? I'd knock you out of the park. [she teases and then offers a smile.] Hey, sorry to be a drag but have fun but keep an eye out. I know you know but also I just have to say it. One of the curses of being an adult. [there were so many adults here as well and if there were apparently murderers, there were going to be all kinds of people.] I'll stay around until the end, if you need anything.

second floor

[plangona]

[ octavia had really been going through it over the last couple months especially with the disappearances of some of her friends. this party was something that she found herself looking forward to especially with the promise of a drink and how much fun it was going to be.

she wanders inside while scoping out what the venue had to offer as well as the food and drinks but when heather approaches, she gives her a curious look upon hearing her question] Are those both some type of party games?

[revengeisalie]

[ Rin is just a little nervous when she knocks at the door, so she jumps a little when she hears Heather yelling. ]

Ahhh, I see... But yes, let's do that!

second floor!

[stresstokens]

[ Parties aren't Riz's thing.

Never have been, never will be. There's too many people, too much noise, too many social expectations and hidden languages that Riz has never quite gotten the hang of. They improved after he met the rest of his party and definitely improved once he drank his first beer (even a little helps take the edge off, that anxiety and self-consciousness melting away in the pleasantness of alcohol), but he's still not a huge fan.

But he likes Heather, and Fabian could use a fun outing with his boys, and honestly, they could do with a damn party every now and then that isn't hosted by their captors, so this time, he jumped at the chance. She may have seen him sticking mainly to the sidelines throughout the night, watching the festivities go by. Eventually he slipped up to the second floor where things seem a bit quieter, only to see the woman of the hour step in, having been preoccupied for the rest of the evening by making sure everything went smoothly, he's sure.

So when she enters, he pops up from where he was curled on the floor behind the couch, scrolling idly through old text messages on his crystal (so he gets a little emotional when he drunks, sue him!) and waves at her with a little more enthusiasm than is strictly socially acceptable. ]

Heather, hey! Cool party! You guys must have been decorating for, like, forever.

[ Even if it's not his scene, necessarily, they'd done a great job. ]

Hank Anderson | Detroit: Become Human | OTA

[bootyshortsforoldmen]

(CN: alcoholism. It doesn’t come up in the top level, but I figured it might later.)

Refreshments

Hank shouldn’t be here. The man is fifty-three years old, perpetually tired, and somehow lonelier than ever.

Still, Hank makes a beeline for the food. The bots are handing out little party hats, and he almost manages to slip by them — why must they insist on their little accessories all the time? Let Hank be free — but one shoves a damn Santa hat at him. Is it an accident or a well-placed barb for being such an ornery asshole? Touche, bots. Touche.

He must look even older in his little Santa hat, but at least he has a cup of eggnog. Now for the booze.

Connor, but rock

He thought his Santa hat was maybe the silliest thing here — Hank looks terrible, ripe for mocking, and he knows it — but no, now there’s a whole little activity table for decorating rocks.

“What the hell...?”

And yet he still tries, because again, why not? But he’s no artist, not by a long shot, so his attempt at painting Connor doesn’t go well. At least the lone googly eye signals that this is a person. Probably. He tries to add some personal flair with the little wink, but it isn’t until he’s finished — or what he deems as finished — that he realizes he forgot Connor’s LED.

“Fucking ridiculous,” Hank mutters, as if it’s the rock’s fault that he can’t paint.

Music

Why the hell are they playing music from Hank’s twenties? It’s a bit unsettling, albeit nostalgic.

He’s tapping his foot to the beat of Outkast’s “Hey Ya,” standing off in the corner of the room, arms across his chest as he broods like a chaperone just looking for people getting handsy so he can thwap them with a ruler. Hank isn’t the fun police, though, really! He’s seen clearly underage kids drinking tonight and has said nothing. Hell, he’s just a jolly ball of ho-ho-ho energy in his Santa hat as he sips his eggnog.

Wildcard

(I’ll match style! Feel free to swap to brackets. And let me know if you want to do anything else! PM, giangio, Discord, etc.)

refreshments

[messenger]

Milling around occupying the body of a thirty-something-year-old ad time salesman, Castiel likewise sticks out like a sore thumb amongst the gaggle of teenagers. He looks like someone's awkward father who was begged to chaperone.

He doesn't seem to notice.

The invitation had been a novel experience, but that's where his conceptualization of the oddity of this situation began and ended. He had caught on to the fact that the population of the party skewed younger, but he didn't have the information to understand the social context would deem his presence strange. The gap in age between him and any other human patron, no matter their age, was astronomical.

But he does notice that Hank very obviously isn't a teenager when he meets him at the refreshments table, which makes his presence an immediate curiosity. Castiel has no interest in egg nog, but he has plenty of interest in whiskey. He fills most of a red solo cup and sips it like it's juice, watching the other man with absolutely no subtlety at all.

Connor, but rock

[heavensnight]

Maria understands how awkward it feels to be an adult around this party. Much like Hank, she feels like she stands out. Probably not as much as he does but still, she's an adult. But Heather had invited her and she's got a soft spot for the girl. So she's here.

Mostly she's just tried to keep an eye out that things don't get too wild. Hanging around the rocks because of all the activities to have at a party...

Once Hank has finished his rock, she's cooing. "Aw, it's cute. The googly eyes are nice."

She won't make a comment on the hat. Yet.

music

[decodex]

( high five for the grumpy old men who shouldn't be here.

eddie, similarly, is bewildered, lonely, and lost in this world, but he takes his role as fun police a little more seriously. he's not going to scold anyone for drinking underage, but he figures this party could do with some adult presence if and when shit hits the fan.

Unanimously, he taps his cup against hank's. while neither of them were actually called in for chaperone duty or anything, it seems like that both had the same idea: post up in a corner and drink. )

Throwback, huh?

( eddie hates that he's yelling in order to be heard. )

refreshments

[tinflower]

Gorgug thinks he's learning about Heather in this party, and the company that she keeps.

At least, that's what he thinks about when he spots Hank. Gorgug, himself, is dressed as...the most average modern teen guy even at a girl's "sleepover party", while also happening to be a half-orc that stands at 6'6". And he's got a party hat, on course, because it's a party? He knows how to dress well for that part of the event.

But, well, we hope this ornery asshole doesn't mind that some of us are trying to help the main host by being a...semi-host. Or just attempting to be a good friend as he approaches the older man, his voice young despite whatever his exterior gives off.

"Hi, thanks for coming to Heather's--" sleepover? he is not saying that to an old man "...party. I'm Gorgug. I'm helping her out. You good?"

music.

[hasitsthorns]

"Takes me back," says the woman who looks like she could be one of the teenagers at this party about the music playing. She was from the 2020s, sure, but she'd been among humans for about fifty years now give or take. Music was always changing with the times and she misses the beats of this era quite a bit. A lot of fun, experimental stuff- She figures that'd be boring though to talk about, music theory, so she doesn't.

"But hey, it's not all bad. You got your - I would hope by now - spiked eggnog. And some good entertainment!" A nod to a couple of the aforementioned teenagers whispering and giggling almost conspiratorially. Cute. "People-watching is a tried and true pastime. See any fun drama happen yet?"

Lois Lane | My Adventures with Superman

[metrop_lois]

FOOD AND THINGS;

[Lois helps out the companion bots by bringing her own additions to the food table herself. It's a few things of gimbap, all sectioned off and nicely labeled with what each tray contains. Another tray is all mandu, again sectioned off into beef, pork and vegetable only with all of them being pan-fried.

Once she's done laying out her offerings one can find Lois with a plate full of pretty much everything on the table. She's at the lounge bar chowing down for now and looking downright enthusiastic to do so.]

MY PET ROCK;

[Once she's done eating Lois traipses her way up to the second floor. Whoever is up here decorating will find Lois plopping down next to them with all of her supplies in tow. Then she just starts up a conversation with them happy as you please.]

So got any ideas for your rock so far?

[She's laying out things while she gives whoever it is a broad smile.]

Don't worry, I'm not trying to steal any ideas. Promise!

SLEEPOVER SHENANIGANS;

[Here's Lois dressed down for the night in a white tanktop and lounge pants, a pillow in her lap and arms draped over top of it as she plops down somewhere amidst all the others sleeping over and still awake.

Her brows pop upward as she looks around to gauge the various levels of awareness and then --]

You all know how to play "never have I ever"?

WILDCARD;

[Want to play some game with Lois? SNES, NES, card, drinking games, whatever you like! Or maybe a pillow fight at the sleepover? Whatever you like drop the prompt here or hit me up via PMs, Plurk (goodluckstarfighter) or Discord (goodluckstarfighter) for any plotting!.]

sleepover shenanigans

[decodex]

( he's going to leave soon, he swears! he's just really comfy among this pile of pillows, and those last few shots have really made it hard for him to find the motivation to move. it's nice and cozy in here, and he knows it's going to be freezing outside. maybe the cold air is what he needs to wake himself up, but he's not looking forward to it.

so, he's in with the sleepover crew for the time being. )

Sounds like a good way to ruin some friendships.

( never have i ever is just one of those games, man. you never leave a round the same way you came in. )

Sleepover Shenanigans

[once_reborn]

[She wants to say no, but things seem nice enough by this hour - thank you Rosie for prying Mal open early on - and this Lois person seems nice enough?]

[And the prospect of some decent alcohol doesn't hurt.]

Oh, yeah, I got taught that one at one of these.

[She goes gesture warningly.]

Got a pretty high tolerance, though, fair warning. So I'll let you go first.

eddie brock / venom movies

[decodex]

    001. bacon mac & cheese...

( ...is really all they wanted out of this party.

now that they've got themselves a plate, they can leave.
seriously, they can just leave.

why are they here if not for the macaroni?

well, he'd liked what heather was up to. things have been weird, so weird, since arriving here. it's been weeks without any sort of guidance on what he's meant to be doing, and he can't be the only one wrestling with that annoyance and confusion. so, a party feels nice. like a pause button, or an ice-breaker. is socializing with strangers enough to prove that eddie's world is worth saving? probably not, but what else is he going to do? )

Isn't this The Black Eyed Peas? ( upon closer listening, he realizes that it's The Blue Eyed Peas, but he doesn't have it in him to question that. ) They were pretty big for a whi— hey!

( oh! apparently, venom wants to dance, so he jerks eddie away from his titillating conversation and swings him onto the dance floor. fuck eddie's macaroni, the macaroni that he's still futilely trying to eat. this is dancing time!!! )

    002. card games

( he'd offered to pick up a pack of cards, so now he feels obligated to man the card table. eddie's not an expert or anything, but he knows enough to start up a few games of poker, or blackjack, or any other social card game that someone might be interested in.

of course, now that he's got venom aboard, with his weird, alien, hyper-processing, perfect recall thing, there's a good chance eddie would be able to count cards and tell who has what in their hand. a power like that sure would have come in handy in vegas...

it's a good thing this place doesn't run on currency. )

Uh, no. No bets. This is just for fun.

( wow, venom hates that!!! BORING!!! he slams eddie's hands down on the table in protest, and eddie smiles sheepishly. )

Right, okay— On second thought, wanna play for... M&Ms?

  003. nighty night

( sleeping over, while a sweet offer, seems like a lot. he's only had so much to drink, and he's got a cat back home that's probably waiting up for him.

so, when things start to wind down, eddie decides it's time to wrap up and head out. he'd like to say bye to the host, just as a courtesy, but all he's managing to find is passed out bodies and empty solo cups. it reminds him of his college days...

venom, also feeling sentimental, decides he should tuck in some of these wayward partiers to make sure they have a good night sleep. does he consider the fear and terror one might feel upon waking up to an array of tentacles pulling blankets around their chin, or patting them atop the head, or drawing dicks upon their foreheads in sharpie?

he... did not. )

Cards against human(ity)

[definecat]

Sleeper hops up on the table and smirks at Eddie, quickly adjusting their forepaws to be able to hold and manage cards.

"Make sure they're dark chocolate and you've definitely got a deal. Or the caramel ones would be acceptable."

Negotiating is supposed to be an important parenting skill, Eddie. How about you start in on that?

Sleeper | Venom/Marvel Comics | OTA

[definecat]

1. Don't need no Invitation!

Sleeper wasn't actually invited, but they heard someone was having a party, and, well, it isn't a real party without a real party animal, right? So they just saunter right in when they get the chance, and start exploring and deciding just where to lay claim for the best effect. Pillows, furniture and blankets will all need assessment, as well as the quality of laps provided by cooperating humans and humanoids. Don't be afraid to ask how you rate, they might just tell you.

2. Snack time!

Food is life, and so the cat leaps onto the table with all the food for a little inspection, mentally taking notes on which to ask someone with thumbs to serve up for them. Bacon Mac is definitely on the good list, as is the eggnog, but they'll have to consider some of the other offerings. Seriously, why does someone always bring a veggie plate to one of these things?

And is anyone even going to say anything about what looks like an animal inspecting the food? They haven't touched anything. Not even batting some cherry tomatoes onto the floor like cat toys for people to step on.

3. ROCK ON!!!

The pet rock contest is interesting, and since there is a prize, and they are clearly the best pet, Sleeper takes their place on the judging table a few minutes before 9, taking their time to modify their shape into something less cat-like and more craggy and dense-looking. The black and yellow markings are there, as are several pairs of bright red eyes. Sleeper condenses their mass to a more appropriate size to the rest of the rocks, and if someone pokes them, they will feel like something made of minerals and not sentient ooze, but beyond that, they'll just sit there and loom over the other contenders.

Clearly nobody else stands a chance.

4. Wait, how many eyes did that cat have?

As things start to get a little bit more rowdy and the alcohol might be pushing the line of excess, Sleeper decides to give everyone a bit of a sobriety check by parking themself among all the bottles. It just seems fair to give them a chance to think if maybe it's time to stop before there's puke everywhere.

"Are you sure you really want more?" they ask, innocently.

5. Wildcard time

[Got another idea? Want to snuggle with the pretty kitty or something else, feel free to drop something here or hit me up on discord, PM, or plurk at Bugly42 to talk things over.]

rock on

[nobraincell]

Chu Wenshan has been casually glancing at the rock contestants whenever he passes by, and when the new one shows up--well. He stops to look at his own rock, decorated with badly-drawn red eyes, a strangely angry expression, and a bunch of white fluff for hair...then looks over at this other one with a lot more eyes on it.

He then folds his arms, staring at it thoughtfully.

"...Do more eyes look better?"

Maybe he should draw more on his?

gorgug thistlespring, d20: fantasy high. ota.

[tinflower]

1; welcoming crew

[ Gorgug, as helping pal, is also doing his part to help welcome people as they arrive--especially as the location is a new one. He's usually a stand-out figure in Etraya, being the only half-orc (and one at 6'6" at that), even though his attire has always fitted around a combination of hoodies and jeans, a pair of goggles attached to his head.

And today? He tried! He really tried! He's even switched his goggles for a party hat in purple. And to whoever Heather doesn't end up greeting, this very teen boy is there, green-skinned and with a smile that lets his tusks poke up from behind his lower lip. ]

Hi, hey there. We've got multiple stuff happening on multiple floors-- two, actually. You like dance or music? I'm gonna leave it open to everyone after the party...

[ We hope you enjoy a multifaceted studio!! ]

2; party games

[ Know what's a fun game? Getting to know your fellow Etrayans, and involving drinks! There's cards of questions at the table Gorgug sits at for people to use, or they can come up with their own. If they don't want to answer, then they have to drink.

But why not answer them? They're very innocuous: ]

a. What's your best quality, in your opinion?
b. What's your guilty pleasure?
c. What's something you think about that you think nobody else does?
d. Your favourite movie that you judge anyone for hating?
e. Have you ever killed someone?
f. If you could screw over one person in the room, who would it be?

[ Easy stuff! ]

3; missing time

[ While Gorgug's been attentive throughout the party, he's also been...distracted, at times. Looking out towards doors, checking the ground floor for, you know-- arrivals. Any arrivals!

But there's a period where he disappears, somewhere halfway through the party. For about an hour or so before he reappears, and his energy is slightly--changed. Muted. Chilled out. He's still cheery enough, drinking something sweet and alcoholic, and he's biting and sucking on his bottom lip. Becoming distracted in a different way than he was before, opting to watch people play their card games or see which titles work on the SNES.

You could come over and chat with him, or if he happens to just be near someone else, he might say first in a quiet, reflective way: ]

Good night, huh?

[ Just something meaningless. Some idle chatter. ]

missing time.

[hasitsthorns]

[ It may not be a rockin' roadie party like her younger days, but- It's cute. Fun. Honestly, she thinks it's something a lot of people here sorely needed after everything.

This tends to be her personal favorite time during parties too. The winding down, the quieter and more intimate somewhat sleepy conversations taking place, and just watching people after they've enjoyed themselves. It had always been a fun way to learn more about people for her when she was still learning how to be a 'people' herself.

She lost track of Gorgug at some point, which- It's not like she was watching him or anything just, you know, he's a friend and here and something familiar. So, when he reappears she is glad but also doesn't want to take him away from anyone else. So it's nice when she's playing Blackthorne to hear his voice and think maybe he sought her out instead. It's more likely he just kind of wandered over in his state to the flashing lights and sound of pixelated combat, but- She can hope, right? Nothing wrong with that. ]

Sure has been, [ she agrees. ] What was the highlight for you so far, dude?

Monkey D. Luffy | One Piece | OTA

[tensibility]

1. Party Food

Luffy may not have been directly invited, but he also never avoided a party when he caught word of it. And he had never been to a party he wasn't welcome at, invite or not. Though depending on the host's tolerance for the bottomless pit that was his stomach, his welcome may be revoked sooner rather than later.

Currently, he was doing a fantastic imitation of a Hoover--not that he knew what that was--and was inhaling anything that came within the vicinity of his mouth. Where does it all go? No one knows. But there just went an entire large pizza into the void.

"This is really good, you should try some!" That offer would have more weight to it if he left enough food to be eaten by anyone else. Good luck.

2. Rock Painting

"Any idea what the prize is?" Luffy is all smiles, though there are splatters of paint over his face (is that some in his hair?) and what once was a rather nice suit, though his straw hat is conspicuously void of any such errant paints.

His rock...well he intended it to be a whale, but it's nothing close so what it appears to be is entirely up to interpretation.

Luffy studies his handy work before, apparently, declaring it done with a soft laugh. "I think it's got a shot."

3. Party Games/Dancing Queen

Once in the party proper, Luffy can be found flirting between the games (either asking how to play or making up rules that are all his own) and the dance floor. Those that get swept up with him on said floor are subject to following a man who goes to the beat of his own drum--he can stick with a rhythm well enough, but it's not always the one coming in over the sound system.

4. Wild Card

Feel free to drop a starter of your own, or hit me with something not covered in the above prompts. Luffy loves a party, so he can be found most anywhere.

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[maximumlegend]

See, the last time Fabian had seen Luffy doing this, there had been a pretty good explanation. It had to be something weird about the food that was randomly being handed out that would make the other eat that much.

.. this time there's much less of an excuse. Fabian may not know Heather incredibly well, but she doesn't seem like the kind of person that would just allow this place to mess with the food at her party either if she could help it. So when Fabian somehow manages to spot Luffy eating just as much as he did last time, he just looks.. puzzled. So puzzled. This is even more than his half-orc friends eat, and that's saying a lot, okay, Luffy!!

"You're eating this much again?"

Yes, Fabian is socially bold enough to just point it out, okay! No need to be polite about it!

rosie ❥ original ❥ ota

[hasitsthorns]

❥ let's rock.

Metaphorically, Rosie is rockin' out to the music now and again. She can be a wallflower when she wants to be, but a good enough song comes on and she's ready to dance. She also isn't shy about getting other people either on their feet or away from the party fringes to join her.

While she's happy to have anyone as a partner, she definitely seems to be targeting the ones who probably wouldn't be caught dead on a 'dance floor' to save their lives. "That's what being here is for, right?" she asks, with a little twirled flourish away before groovin' back close. "Like, sure, to save our worlds but also- New experiences!
Having fun with learning about different cultures!"

For example, much like Shakira's, her hips also absolutely don't lie and she's proud to show so. While she won't be doing anything too untoward, her style definitely leans towards the more provocative (and that insanely short skirt with only leggings to cover beneath doesn't help any).

Literally, she's is locked in on her rock decorating once she finally focuses on it. It's complete "brows furrowed and tongue sticking out slightly" concentration, even. Rosie is in it to win it with an adorable little owl painting.

"Paintbrush," she demands of anyone close by - without even looking at who it is - like a doctor telling a nurse to pass a scalpel. This requires precision, okay, and she needs to be honed in.

❥ sleepover.

When the party is winding down and people are settling in, Rosie can be found with her red guitar plucking idly amongst the already fallen or fading partygoers. It's a somber, melancholy tune not really fit for a lullaby but suits the lower energy vibe and... kind of speaks to their situations a little, too.

"As the dust settles, see our dreams all coming true. It depends on you. If our times, they are troubled times, show us the way, tell us what to do. As our faith, maybe aimless blind, hope our ideals and our thoughts are yours and believing the promises. Please make your claims really so sincere."

Maybe it's hitting a little close to home, too, in her slightly tipsy state as her eyes get misty. She wanted to believe then she was doing the right thing. Didn't she? That he was leading them to do the wrong things for the right reasons, at least. She can only hope this isn't a repeat. "Be our guide, our light and our way of life and let the world see the way we lead our way. Hopes, dreams, hopes dreaming that all our sorrow's gone-" Her fingers fumble and she hits the wrong chord because, well, she can't see through glassy eyes now.

"Sorry," she says, to anyone disturbed or noticing the mistake, and shaking her head. "Maybe had one too many, I think, and got a little too in my feelings about things."

Ah, yes, the classic sleepover situation. When everyone else is undoubtedly asleep, there is yet one who remains awake. That one this time appears to be Rosie.

And she naturally has to ask: "Hey, you awake?" before poking someone nearby. Don't leave her alone with her thoughts like this, come on.

❥ wildcard / plot with me.

(( you can find me on plurk or discord @ tentamenace if you have any other ideas or wanna' hash things out! ))

sleepover

[heavensnight]

Maria has had a hard time sleeping ever since she came here and well, Rosie, after that lullaby? She's gotten in her own feelings for sure. She can't stop thinking about things and her place and...

It's a relief when Rosie asks if she's awake. "Yeah," she whispers. "Hard to sleep."

fabian seacaster | dimension 20: fantasy high | ota!

[maximumlegend]

( a. arrival )

[ Fabian's arrival starts relatively casual. You know, despite the kind of gaudy outfit he's wearing. He's just looking around, but there's a weird look in his eyes, like there's a very slow realization dawning upon him with every single thing he spots at the party.

And after a few minutes, said realizations seem to do something to his mood. Something about the teen seems more rushed, and he definitely won't hesitate to go up to pretty much anyone he can find at the party to ask them-- ]

Do you know where Gorgug is? [ There's a weird urgency in his voice, but weirdly enough Fabian doesn't elaborate.. Can you help him? Or maybe call him out on his weirdness, who knows. ]

( b. party activities )

[ If you've seen Fabian arrive at the party, you may not have seen him anymore for a little while after that. Not that it's weird, right. There's plenty of people at the party, it'd be very easy to lose track of any random person for a bit.

Besides, it's easy enough to spot Fabian again after that. Maybe not as easy as it would usually be, since he is for once not making himself the focal point of the party, but he is at least around. The half-elf does seem a little bit low-energy, but maybe it isn't that strange in the context of him having seemed pretty bummed about this place lately. Maybe he just still isn't feeling that good.

You might find him at the rock decorating contest, seemingly very focused on the rock he's working on. He's holding the rock in one hand and a paintbrush with gold-colored paint on the other, seeming to be decorating the rock very carefully with calligraphy. In fact, he's so focused that if you speak up to him or even just bother to sit down next to him, Fabian will suddenly startle - a very physical startle, that is. A whole bodily jolt, causing him to overshoot the part he was working on and accidentally draw a thick golden line across the entire rock. ]

Ah-- Oh, shit, now I am going to have to change the entire design. [ At least he doesn't seem annoyed with you.. Though it is kind of weird that he would startle so easily at a party of all places, isn't it? Fabian himself doesn't remark on it though, instead holding up his now slightly too golden rock. ] Are you also here for this? I don't think you will be able to beat me even with this setback, you know.

[ Or maybe you find him playing beer pong.

.. er, rather low-energy beer pong, that is. Because while you may be standing by the table, ready to play, Fabian is still sitting down on a nearby couch while holding onto the ball. ]

Trust me, I can make that shot from here. [ Famous last words, perhaps.. Though he sounds weirdly confident about that claim. ] Do you want to bet on it?