[open] t-t-t-taking over, teenage rebellion!

[furiousfists]

WHO: Adaine Abernant (furiousfists), Fabian Seacaster (maximumlegend), and YOU!
WHEN: June 3rd
WHERE: Apartment building's rec room
WHAT: Joint birthday party!
NOTES\WARNINGS: Underage drinking

It's only thanks to Aurora's message that Adaine has any idea what day it is. She looks at the text on her earpiece's readout and blinks, comprehension coming to her slowly.

Today is June 3rd, of the year 40██.

June 3rd...

June 3rd??

"Holy shit, it's my birthday!"

Adaine's birthdays haven't been much to shake a stick at, historically speaking. It's only in the past year, after she stopped living with her parents and moved in with Jawbone in Mordred Manor that anyone ever gave a crap or tried to give her anything for it. If it hadn't been for Jawbone, she might've been perfectly happy to let another year pass without fanfare. But now? She wants to at least acknowledge it. She'd be happy with just a slice of cake at the diner, but there's one thing that makes her think that perhaps that won't cut it.

If today is June 3rd, Adaine's birthday, then that means a few days ago it was May 31st. Fabian's birthday. And Fabian Seacaster is not one to let a birthday celebration be anything but maximum legend.

And, so it is that the two birthday Bad Kids set about throwing as raucous of a birthday bash as they can manage with such short lead time. The rec room in the bottom floor of the apartment building is decorated to the nines with balloons and streamers, with snacks, sodas, and even some alcohol to make mixed drinks set out on a table for all to enjoy. Anyone who the pair have spoken with is invited, but if anyone makes any comments about teenagers drinking alcohol, they're labeled a buzzkill and told to vacate the premises. Adaine manages to find a boombox somewhere with a CD, and plays some generic party music for people to dance to, should they feel so inclined.

All in all, it is a night of revelry, the likes of which Etraya has likely never seen before.

Comments

Adaine | OTA

[furiousfists]

[ The birthday girl will be mostly sitting on the sidelines of the party, red solo cup in hand with some kind of concoction in it. She's hesitant to get too wild and crazy, but will dance if someone invites her to. ]

[ OOC - will match prose or brackets! ]

[redheadcarrier]

[ Asuka isn't sure she's in the mood for a party or for lots of people, but she does make her way down. She's even got her own cup of... something or other. It's got enough soda in it to drown the taste of alcohol. She's a bit reluctant to drink - she didn't like seeing Misato get drunk - but she's also a little curious. So she's mostly just nursing it when she wanders over to Adaine. ]

Uh. Happy birthday, I guess.

[ She feels awkward. Out of place. She tries to proejct an air of confidence, despite that, and only partially succeeds. ]

First time I've been to a party quite like this, you know.

[anciently]

Happy birthday!!

[ In pops Aerith, holding a cup and looking pleased as punch to be here: all smiles and practically glowing.

(She hasn't been to a party in a while and is happy to be at one, to say the least.) ]

So: having fun? [ Since Adaine is seated, she'll plop down next to her in a chair, leaning forward to peer sideways at the younger woman, plait rolling off her back and swinging down her side. ] And if not, then why not?

[thorncrown]

[It may be silly but Hayan is thrilled. It's stupidly easy to see in her expression too. She's been to college mixers for her whole class and out now and then with her college friends but she's never been invited to a birthday party! A birthday party where she doesn't have to worry about her guise or being read as totally human either!

Excuse her is she seems a little too peppy.]

Hello, I'm Hayan Park! Fabian sent me an invitation but I'm going to guess you're Adaine, right? Happy birthday!

[stresstokens]

Hey, Adaine!

[ In the midst of the party planning - Riz hadn't made any of the choices, of course, but had been happy to hang streamers and balloons where he was told to - Riz had disappeared for much of the afternoon. When he emerged, it's with a semi-homemade cake, a squishy chocolate concoction made of cake mix and slathered inexpertly with canned icing. All things told, it's a lot nicer than if Riz had been making it with the girls. Certainly with a less eclectic variety of sprinkles than if Kristen and Fig had had their way. There are still rainbow sprinkles on top, though. Riz isn't a monster.

And to accompany it is a large, heavy party bag with clashing tissue paper on top that he holds out to her. ]

This place is kinda lacking in stores, but... here! Happy birthday!

[ In lieu of spending money on his friends, Riz has instead chosen to spend effort. Inside is a weighted blanket made up of two blankets he'd simply sewn together, the weighted plastic beads inside less evenly distributed than they should be, but certainly good enough for relaxing underneath. It's thanks to Sklonda Gukgak's careful tuition and his Rogue's dexterity skills that he was able to muddle through a bigger project after a lifetime of the Gukgaks mending their own clothing. On top is a vastly more professionally made squishmallow that Adaine may well need to throw up after the month is through, but neither of them know that now. ]

[skaikru]

( the thing about shopping about for the cattiest present in response to being guilted into attendance over (a very mild, even helpful) case of attempted drowning is... well, it's a joint party. a shared birthday, and having been expressly told that adaine and fabian are best friends, it'd feel really rude to show up with an underhanded gift for one and absolutely nothing for the other.

so clarke had tried her best.

and yeah, her best may have resulted in a bit of a grandma scarf, but she'd thought it was pretty and wrapped it in a neat square with newspaper. it takes extracting herself from being offered bad baby milk and a careful once-over of the room but eventually she spots an unfamiliar face wall-flowering over a drink and... call it a gut instinct, clarke invites herself over. )

Hi. Are you the birthday girl?

[politicallyinclined]

(She was encouraged to meet Adaine and who is she to say no to a new (potential) friend? Thus Padmé will approach the birthday girl, dressed like a regal Senator. She would have chosen a less daunting outfit, but her choices are few. A soft smile curves her lips and she nods gently, her hands clasped before her.)

Congratulations. I know we haven't met, but I had coffee with Fabian recently. I am Padmé. (And she could never say no to someone's birthday.) I hope today is exactly what you need.

[equivo]

[ Working out which attendee was almost definitely Adaine didn't take much guesswork. The ears are a bit of a tip off.

Krouse approaches her with a brown paper bag in hand and a confident smile in place. He's dressed up slightly for the occasion, which mostly means that he swapped his hoodie for an unbuttoned grey cotton shirt layered over a black long sleeve t-shirt. His face has healed up almost completely, a shinier patch of pinkened skin on his left cheek what's left of his visible labyrinth trophies. ]

Adaine, right? [ He stops within arm's reach. ] I'm Krouse. Blackhat on the network. I'm glad to finally meet you in person.

fabian | ota

[maximumlegend]

[ Fabian is the absolute life of the party. Who cares that this party is technically a few days late. Who cares that it wasn't even May yet back home, and they would have had to have spent a crazy amount of time in the labyrinth to actually make the time sync up with what he's used to back home. Fabian doesn't care! It's his birthday! It's Adaine's birthday! It's an excuse for a party.

Which means he can be found all over the party:

🅐 Maybe he caught you not having had a drink yet, which means Fabian will be moving up to you holding a cup of..

.. well, it's hard to say what it is. It looks like milk, but it doesn't.. smell like milk? In fact, there's kind of a strange hue to it.. ]

Here! You can't party without some bad baby milk!

[ The bad baby part is vodka. Just so you're warned. Fabian sure makes no indication of that though!

🅑 Or maybe he has instead spotted you not doing anything. Which clearly means it's time to have fun! Once the party music is playing and the mood is ready for dancing, he'll come up to you, holding out a hand with a winning smile on his face, asking: ]

So, may I have this dance?

[ Yes, he'll dance with people regardless of gender!! Dance killed toxic masculinity, don't you know!!

🅒 Or maybe neither is the case. Maybe you are instead the one looking for Fabian to wish him a happy birthday or talk with him about something else - in which case it's easy enough to spot him. Maybe you could approach him while he seems to be sitting down for a moment while taking a break from dancing? ]

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[ontologically]

[She takes the drink, stares at it. Someone who spent nearly ten hours a day working in a hospital for two to three years gets used to the smell of alcohol. She stares at Fabian, too emotionally exhausted to even be annoyed - honestly, it's kind of funny.]

...This is just milk and vodka, isn't it?

[That sounds like the most insane combination she's ever heard.]

[redheadcarrier]

[ Asuka has been doing a bit of (underage) drinking, mostly mixed with a lot of soda to kill the taste. She's not sure she wants to be drunk - she remembers being disgusted by Misato - but the slight buzz is... kind of nice? Even if she's not sure she'd want to admit that. She's been a bit of a wallflower, her gaze a touch distance, but then-

Well, that's a familiar face.

And he's asking her to dance. Her cheeks feel like they're lighting up. ]

A dance? Are you serious?

a

[anciently]

[ She's just arrived, and is in the process of opening her mouth to wish him a happy birthday, but then he says bad baby milk and she's stopped in her tracks, brows lifting high on her forehead. ]

Without what? [ Surely she misheard. Either way, there's a little laugh and a wrinkled nose, and she accepts the cup, glancing down into its depths. ] Hmm...well, I guess the 'milk' part's easy enough. Not sure I want to know what the rest means.

[ 'Bad baby' because they're...maybe underage, and drinking something that clearly reeks of booze? Still. Not the best name in the world. ]

This hasn't made anybody sick before, right?

[ And she doesn't mean from drinking too much. ]

wildcard!

[stresstokens]

[ Riz had, of course, been thoroughly involved in planning the festivities. Not in choosing guests - did they really make friends already? it's been one month! - or in choosing the music or decorations, but he's helped fetch what's been asked of him, or hung up balloons and streamers where he was told to.

But in the midst of planning in a hurry (they couldn't have told them the date a little earlier?), he'd vanished altogether, only to resurface with a tackily coloured party bag filled with tissue paper that in no way suits the colour way. There's also a slightly squashed birthday cake for both Fabian and Adaine sitting on the counter, generously described as semi-homemade, using cake mix and icing out of a jar. ]

Hey man, happy birthday! There's not really a ton of stores around here, but... here!

[ Inside, he'll find a golden sheet made out of the finest material Riz was able to find at the market. It's nothing like elven made and was clearly made out of a large piece of fabric that Riz had hemmed to make sure it wouldn't fray at the edges. Beneath it are two eyepatches, one plain, and one stamped with the face of an owlbear. ]

Just to tide you over until you get your real one.

[ And extra eyepatches, in case he takes more stupid dips in the water. He very deliberately doesn't say that last part. It's his birthday, after all. ]

a

[skaikru]

( after being outright called out via invite, clarke had set to task. the instructions had listed gifts as unnecessary, but in the two years between being yanked from her own home world the first time and this secondary venture into etraya, she's learned a thing or two about what some over the top, vivacious and ridiculous people expect in terms of gift giving.

that doesn't mean she's any good at it, but a modicum of effort was put forth. when clarke arrives she has two packages wrapped as neatly as possible in newsprint under her arm; one a big bulky and awkward, straining at the seams of the tape, the other in a prim square that crinkles in a way that indicates whatever's inside is very soft. she means to make a brief appearance, impart gifts, and make a quick exit — and the process is streamlined when fabian makes a beeline her way, host and birthday boy all in one.

only to shove the most awful looking drink into her sightline and pronounce it bad baby — what? )

...I'm lactose intolerant.

( she isn't — well, she is but it's a new term and who wouldn't risk stomach cramps for an occasional milkshake? a smidge of denial is key in all things, from occasional treats to turning down a bastardized white russian. )

B

[politicallyinclined]

(The music is strange, but she doesn't dislike it. Seeing Fabian approach, looking so happy, has her smiling almost immediately. His request is too sweet to deny and she takes hold of his hand, laughing.)

I haven't danced in ages. (She didn't even dance at her own wedding! Now that is tragic.) Show me what you can do, Mister Fabian.

B

[furiousfists]

[ Adaine's a few cups of bad baby milk in by the time Fabian circles his way around to her. She's been watching him socialize with all the new people he's met, feeling a little envious of how easily he makes friends. But, she's reassured that regardless of how many new friends he makes, there's a special spot in his dance card reserved for his old friends, too, when he comes to ask her to dance.

She laughs, blushing a little (if only from the alcohol), and she takes his hand, even as she's protesting with her words. ]

I'm just going to step on your toes, you know!

a

[equivo]

[ Krouse doesn't know what he was expecting.

That's a lie. He knows what he was expecting. It's just that one survey of this eminently normal looking teen basement party made him cringe to compare it to the mixture of Rivendell and My Super Sweet 16 he'd half-envisioned.

At least he's not underdressed. His unbuttoned grey shirt tossed over a black henley is even mostly unwrinkled, thanks to the trick of hanging it in the bathroom while he showered. Between that and the two brown paper bags he brought with him, he estimates that he's met his minimum initial party guest obligations past showing up.

Fabian apparently disagrees. Krouse accepts the cup he's being offered with a friendly smile and a nod, then raises it for a polite sip. ]

- man, what the fuck?

[ He laughs even while his face screws up in almost-pleased disgust, tilting the cup to inspect its contents. ]

Junior Wheeler | Chucky | ota

[onlychildsyndrome]

[ After getting the dorkiest invitation ever sent, Junior can't not attend the party. He's helplessly intrigued by Fabian's claim that he is cool and very popular.

He's brought with him a bag with chips and paper napkins, because in his experience no one ever brings napkins. He also has two hastily wrapped small boxes because he was raised right. ]

Heard it was a party for someone cool and popular?

[ He'll mingle and act like a very normal fourteen year old. If offered alcohol he will drink it immediately but he won't seek it out himself. ]

[maximumlegend]

[ Sorry, Junior. Fabian just truly has no problem with inviting people who are clearly far too young for it to a party that definitely involves drinks.. Thank you for staying at least semi-responsible about it!

At least it seems that he isn't here to force some drinks on Junior. No, instead Fabian is just doing his usual party host thing where he makes sure to mingle with absolutely everyone present at the party - seeming to talk to everyone like they're life long friends, even though he's only been in this place for a month now.

Case in point: the way he walks up to Junior as if he hasn't met the kid only one time in the middle of that weird maze. No, he's greeting him like they're people who see each other all the time at school or something. ]

Heeeey, sounds like you found the right party! [ He grins, raising the drink he's holding like a toast before taking a sip from it. ] Now you can see, right? Look at all these people turning up for the coolest birthday party this place has ever seen!

Mal Durrish | Star Wars: Legends (OC) | OTA

[once_reborn]

[She's brought a case of a...soft drink? It seemed like the thing to do?]

[Ok, so she's never actually been to a party before.]

[Ever.]

[And has no actual idea what to do with...that. She's trying to be social, which is also a relatively recent development in her life. But she's been invited, and both of the people on the invitation seemed nice, so. Better to try, right? Even if part of her would rather deal with a garrison of Remnant stormtroopers.]

[She might drink a little, but she'll really be to the side of things.]

[furiousfists]

Oh, thank goodness, someone brought something other than booze and milk!

[ Yes, Adaine sees the soda first... Sorry, Mal, but she's a couple of drinks in and has been wanting to have something non-alcoholic so she can pace herself and not be completely hungover tomorrow.

Finally, she looks up, and sees the person behind the case of soda. ]

Mal, hi! I'm glad you could come!

[maximumlegend]

Hey! Glad you could make it!

[ Fabian is so busy socialising with everyone at the party that he may not notice Mal right away when she shows up.. but he definitely makes his way to her through the crowd sooner or later, a wide smile on his face and bursting with enthusiastic energy. ]

So are you enjoying the party? We got to have a little bit of downtime between all the monster slaying, right? And if this place won't give us it, then I figured we just have to throw our own parties!

riz gukgak | ota

[stresstokens]

[ While parties aren't really Riz's thing, hanging around with the Bad Kids is -- so he's here as a sign of support. You won't find him on the dance floor, but he plants himself by the CD player, ready to switch out CDs or switch them out as needed, knees tucked up to his chest and nursing a can of beer. Whether he knows you or not, he'll give you a little wave, his smile a mite awkward. ]

Hey, uh, welcome to the party. D'you know Fabian or Adaine?

[ He assumes nobody is crashing the party without knowing them, not with ample free alcohol at their disposal with nary a drinking limit. Though if he's asked about the invite's claim of popularity, he'll nod eagerly along: yes, they are very cool and popular.

Or maybe you catch him at the tail end of the night, when he's thoroughly done with socializing and has found a quiet corner to retreat to, a second can of beer opened beside him (very bold of him; he's a notoriously weepy drunk), shoulders hunched as he scribbles away in a notebook. If you look over his shoulder, you'll find some scribbled information on Earth v1, Earth v2, meta-humans, para-humans, the nature of superpowers -- it's hard to drag him away from what he's focusing on for an entire evening, after all. ]

[redheadcarrier]

Oh, hey.

[ There's Asuka! She gives him a curious look as she come sliding over to join him in his little corner, nursing a cup of something or other. ]

I met 'em both in the maze. I guess you know them, too?

[ She's curious. And for once not being super mean or pouty or sulking, so small miracles. ]

dean winchester | supernatural - ota

[venatoris]

Dean can't say shit about teens drinking, he was single digits when he had his first beer.

He's also a thirty something at a party with a bunch of teens so he likely won't stay long - but Dean doesn't get invited to do things very often, so there he stands like an awkward wallflower with a flask of whiskey in his hand, surveying the crowd.

An approachable enough guy, Dean isn't a dick unless someone provokes him to be or there's a solid reason, so chat him up with no fear before he bolts.

[maximumlegend]

"Hey, dragon dude!"

Sorry, Dean. You've been stopped by the resident teen that invited you in the first place - approaching you with a wide grin on his face. He's holding a cup of questionable liquid in one hand, definitely milk mixed with some sort of strong drink, and the other raised in greeting.

"So glad you could make it! Guess you couldn't turn down an invite to a good party, huh?"