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open ― party over here

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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— 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. )

[ 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. ]

(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.)

[ 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.

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.

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.

[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.]

Hank raises his brow, about to ask this guy what the fuck he’s staring at — “take a picture; it’ll last longer,” et cetera — but the pugnacity oozes out of him when he sees what the guy pours for himself.

“A man of taste,” Hank says approvingly, raising his cup of eggnog in greeting before downing half so that he can mix in some whiskey. He needs a spoon or something, though — are there any damn spoons? There are straws, at least; he grabs one, using it to mix his drink before obnoxiously sipping through the straw.

“Damn. You don’t even need to throw it back, huh? Look like you might as well be drinking water or something.”

Hank isn’t sure whether he envies that or not.

Hank hmms.

“You think so? Supposed to be a friend, but I’m not sure it really —”

Unfortunately, Rock Connor’s googly eye slips off and falls to the floor, lost to the abyss. Apparently Hank is terrible with both glue and paint.

“Well, goddamn.” He grabs another googly eye, really slathering on the glue this time. “Let’s hope second time’s the charm, yeah?”

But now his hands are all gluey and he can’t offer his hand to this pretty girl. Still, he raises his hand, wiggling his glue-mucked fingers in greeting. Smooth.

“Name’s Hank.”

Her eyes follow the googly eye as it falls and she laughs. "They just never make glue strong enough, now do they?"

She offers a wave back to him. Hank has the charm of the whole situation on his side. She thinks it's cute he's recreating his friend. "Maria. And hey, if you promise to be careful?" She pulls out a tube of nail glue for him from her coat pocket.

"Just between you and me," she says with a wink. "And Connor, of course."

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“They really fuckin’ don’t, do they?”

But before Hank can start grumbling about the old days — better to nip this tangent in the bud, really — Maria is offering him some glue. Better glue, he assumes.

“Oh, uh. Yeah. Connor here’s barely got a mouth, so” — what the hell is he even saying? — “he’ll be good. Keep your secret, I mean.”

He accepts the glue gingerly, cradling Rock Connor in his palm as he re-fits the eye.

“Maria. Pretty name,” Hank mumbles as he works. Then: “You usually keep glue in your pocket?”

"Nail glue." She waves her fake pink nails at him. "No manicurist here so a girl's gotta do what a girl can, you know?" She certainly had to make do. It seemed silly to ask for a nail salon of all things. "It's strong glue, though, so it should help you and Connor out. Keep him from being a cyclops." She's just teasing, as she always does. Hank seems easy to tease so she won't be letting up.

"He's looking cute, though. Maybe you found a new skill? You could win the prize."

She wasn't going for it. Or decorating a rock. Really, she felt more like a chaperone than a party goer and it was fine. She had come to keep an eye on things.

"I'm not a man, but thank you."

His rough voice is soft and generous. Camaraderie over drinks is one of the few human social rituals he believes he's truly gotten the hang of, and he feels comfortable exchanging... pleasantries while he sips from his red solo cup. The whiskey burns very slightly going down, and leaves a bitter taste on the back of his tongue that he's still growing familiar with. It isn't his favorite flavor, but it'll do.

"I'm accustomed to whiskey." Castiel takes another sip. He can smell the sweet scent of the eggnog, enough to make a fair guess what it's comprised of, but that doesn't mean he knows what it is. He points with his free hand. "What is your drink?"

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!.]

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“This?” Hank raises his cup. “It’s, y’know, eggnog.”

As if everyone knows what that is. Or should.

“This is gonna sound disgusting, probably, but it’s made with milk, cream — all that sugary shit. And, uh. Eggs. Raw eggs.”

Hank always tries to forget that last part — and usually succeeds — because it’s just so good.

“Tastes kind of like vanilla ice cream, I guess. If you’ve had that. Booze adds a nice kick, though.”

He gestures to the refreshments table with his free hand.

“There’s lots to go around if you wanna try it. Or, uh.” He smiles against the rim of his cup. “Not. Fuckin’ eggs, am I right?”

“That’s, uh. A nice... color. Real glossy.”

That makes sense, right? That probably makes sense. Hank doesn’t know much about nail care. His ex-wife would paint her nails, and he remembers the smell would always make him cringe. But it looks good: eye-catching.

“Seems this place is missing a lot,” he says, although a manicurist wouldn’t be Hank’s first pick. Or fifth, or tenth, but dammit, let Maria have a place to get her nails done. That’s the least that Aurora and Echo and whoever owe her.

Just like Aurora and Echo owe Hank his damn dog.

“Mmm, not so sure about ol’ Connor here.” Hank gives him an appraising look. Squints a little. “Not exactly a looker. Not that... I mean, the real Connor is — I assume you’ve met him.”

Hank clears his throat.

“Wasn’t exactly planning on dolling up a rock myself, but when in Rome, I guess.”

...Not that many people are decorating rocks.

“I’m sure you could beat me, though. Easily. And, uh.”

He raises the rock upright, giving it a little shake as if to say ‘hello’ — and what do you know, the eye stays on!

“I’m sure Connor here wouldn’t mind — pretty girl like you, and all that.”

"I've never had ice cream before."

But he knows it's a confection. He doesn't know if he would say that it sounds disgusting, though. He's never tasted it, nor anything similar, and of course for that reason has no point of reference. He takes another sip of his whiskey.

"Eggs are a popular source of food."

Well, should he try it? He sets down his red solo cup and picks up another, in order to fill it with eggnog. He stares at the creamy white liquid before taking a sip, no alcohol added. His brow wrinkles, eyebrows drawing together. He takes a second sip.

"It's very sweet."

( by the time heather reached the table for the pet rock content, she was already starting to look visibly more relaxed and at ease. she had a red cup in hand, a small amount of beer within it. the party had been more involved and required more of her than she had hoped for but by now she was glad she had gone through with it.

when she approached vax, she had a similar expression to when she first met him and they had parted ways. there was a soft smile on her face and her eyes were warm and full of encouragement for him. she stood behind him and looked down at the rock before speaking. )

Hey I'm glad you came, hopefully this isn't too boring but I figured I'd have you join in on the fun?

He does the least she expects of a man: to pretend he gives a shit at all about her nails. Hank tried and so she'll take it. Did he care or know anything about her nails? Of course not. But the attempt was there and she appreciated it just the same.

If she got the nail salon then she'd argue for his dog. Least she could do. Not that she was going to actually ask for the nail salon because that was silly and they had more important things to be doing!

Like painting rocks apparently.

Maria smiles at the compliment. She appreciates it. He's being genuine and that's all she can really ask for. She was really rooting for Hank and Connor now. "Trying to butter me up so I let you win, hm? You and Connor play a tough game. I haven't met him but I'm sure you got his likeness exactly. Even his eyes are staying on. I'm sure he'd appreciate it."

Who doesn't want a rock replica made of them?

( the never ending cycle of suffering and forever being halted in such a young body made heather want to explore what life had to offer. when she thought about the ways to deal with her pain and sorrow, a party might have seemed rather childish and foolish but-

for someone who grew up so oppressed in a past life, this was her way of being free for once. while others like castiel who either felt too old, too inhuman, or too out of place to enjoy such things, heather didn't agree. fun diversions like this had no age limit, which is why she invited everyone.

so when he spoke up and she turned to him, recognizing who he was, she moved closer to speak to him. )

Hey there, welcome! I'm not sure if you've met him yet, but Harold gifted me this gaming system called the SNES. You basically hook it up to the tv, stick a game in it, and have fun.

( at this point she had gotten quite used to running into people from completely different worlds that didn't know about the things she did, so she was quite polite about the explanation. )

Unless you want to split this bottle of wine with me and sing along to a few songs?

( [un]fortunately for chu, clothing like the ones he's wearing look and feel rather formal to heather. especially considering what she was wearing right now a tank top and a pair of grey sweatpants. there was a few curlers in her short blonde hair, and she didn't quite seem to care if her 'guest' had any qualms about it.

instead she began to move towards the center of the building, leading the way towards the stairs. )

Well I'm not sure how much I can teach you in such a short amount of time, but we managed to get a few games for the party. We have a few card games like Uno, poker, other things like beer pong and the SNES, which the bots nearly broke. It's uh...

a gaming system if you haven't heard of it before.

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. )

( 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. )

( 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. )

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.]

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open ― party over here

heather mason | silent hill 3 | ota

pet rock contest

Hank Anderson | Detroit: Become Human | OTA

Refreshments

Connor, but rock

Music

Wildcard

— second floor

refreshments

Connor, but rock

learning how to party

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Lois Lane | My Adventures with Superman

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eddie brock / venom movies

music

sleepover shenanigans

Sleeper | Venom/Marvel Comics | OTA