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etrayalogs2024-06-03 06:26 pm
furiousfists) wrote in etrayalogs2024-06-03 06:26 pm
[open] t-t-t-taking over, teenage rebellion!
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.
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.
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.
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then snaps shut so abruptly that the clack of her molars is obvious. something pinches in muscles of her cheek — zaps across her whole fact, actually — only clarke seems to notice because she immediately forces her face to relax. mouth falls open again, her teeth part, but she still has no idea what exactly to say in response to that. a simple and direct question stuns her silent, hits like a punch to the gut out of left field. the best she can get out in order to counter the accusations is: )
I don't.
( she does. it's a learned behavior, because it's easier to preemptively let people down. but also like, that's a personal trait that's thus far gone unnoticed, and is borderline insulting to have plucked out and shoved directly in her face. clarke's eyebrows eventually recover from the express trip to her hairline, and settle back into a pinched, impassive mask as she calculates her escape from this conversation; it isn't life and death stakes, there's no reason she can't just cut the lining of questioning off at the heels. she does not shy away at a forced exit. )
Anyways, I'm going to go find your friend now. ( adaine. the birthday girl, for whom the other newspaper wrapped present is for, for whom he'd also thrown this party for. call it a hunch but clarke does not believe fabian would actively prevent his friend from the festivities of gift giving, even if it's from a stranger. and after she delivers the hastily selected scarf, she can leave.
will it suck to not see her own little stint at petty through to the end, and not get to watch fabian fumble through his thoughts upon unwrapping the lurid, hi-vi green life jacket currently challenging the containment of tape on the present in his hands? kinda. but she'll get over it.
and thus takes a full step back from him, and pivots to disappear back into the party. )
and that's a wrap! c: thank you for the thread!!
Not even at unwrapping the gift - he hasn't even gotten to that yet, and it will likely cause another jaw drop the moment he does so in a few moments. No, the initial jaw drop is entirely just because of her swift exit. Clarke is gone before Fabian can even get a word in edgewise, and he's left staring at the spot the girl was standing on only a moment ago, having left him here alone with the gift and his glass of bad baby milk.
He doesn't even know what happened. Clarke is such a mystery to him, somewhere between their last encounter and this one. She bothers to show up at a party, bothers to give gifts, but then just peaces out? Just.. why? How even? Fabian is so confused!
The young man contemplates yelling something into the crowd and hoping that it reaches her, but then realises that's probably going to make him look real awkward at his own party. He can just talk to her next time he sees her somewhere, he supposes. Ask what her deal is. Not even in an unfriendly way, just a confused way.
Now, don't mind him as he takes a moment to himself to unwrap his gift and practically have the same reaction all over again.
What is it with Clarke. ]