PARTY PARTY PARTY

[allie]

CHAT DEMANDS IMPROMPTU IC PARTY FOR THE WIN AND THE LULZ

LET'S GO!  JOIN IN!


At the end of the day, your character is led back to their room in the usual manner.  The nurse's hand reaches for the doorknob and the door swings open, then--

Poof!

Your character appears in a large ballroom with an exquisitely tiled floor and a large stone fountain in the center.  The centerpiece of the fountain, shaped like a large fish, continually emits a spray of glitter from its open mouth.  Several tables covered with crisp white tablecloths are positioned near the walls, and a jar of sharpie brand glitter-paint markers serves as a colorful centerpiece for each.

Against the far wall is a long, rectangular table, with two bowls of red punch.  A sign written in fancy calligraphy rests against each: Yes, and No.  In addition to the punch, there are bottles of every liquor imaginable, as well as several fine wines and packs of cigarettes (though partygoers will have to fight for a single lighter).

The bathroom to one side bears a creepy resemblance to the bathroom in a normal house, complete with a medicine cabinet worthy of a lonely 50's housewife.

On the other side are a series of doors leading to rooms.

CURRENT SUB-ROOMS:

Bathroom
Office
Room of Mystical Legal Aging
Vegas Hotel
Broom Closet
Walk-in Freezer

If your character goes into a room, please put that room in the subject line.  Rooms are lockable.  If you want a room that isn't listed, tell me and I'll give it to you.  XD




Since this is not an actual damned event and is not srs bzns, feel free to join in with a character that from another rp if you're a potential player.  If this is the case, instead of entering through a door in the institute, your player would enter through a random door in the RP from whence they came.  XD  EDIT:  Party is now also for trying out potential characters.

The YES punch smells and tastes alcoholic, and has the same effect as a normal spiked drink.  The NO punch smells and tastes like normal non-alcoholic party punch.  IF YOUR CHARACTER DRINKS THE NO PUNCH, IM ME AT QUANTIFYTHIS AND I WILL TELL YOU ITS EFFECT.

THE FIRST RULE OF THE PARTY IS DON'T BE LAME.  THE SECOND RULE OF THE PARTY IS SRSLY, DON'T BE LAME.


FORMER MUSIC
FORMER MUSIC
CURRENT MUSIC
(music will be updated when Allie is not lazy and people give requests)

SMALL PRINT:  Powers and weapons are go as long as whoever you're using them on is cool with it.  Continuity from previous damned parties is intact if you want it to be, or not intact if you don't want it to be.  Clothing is whatever your character wore in canon, whatever they should have worn in canon, whatever they wore in their rp game, or whatever isn't in the dryer.  This impromptu chat party will last until everyone gets bored.

prose plz

Comments

[meitantei.livejournal.com]

Okay, there were several things that were wrong with this scene.

First off, Shinichi hadn't expected to find a decadent ballroom inside what was supposed to be a murder victim's apartment. Especially not one that spewed glitter every which way.

Secondly, he was almost 100% sure that he had, in fact, been Conan when he'd opened the door. Suddenly, he was a lot taller, which only added to the confusion. Not that he minded, of course, but the shift in equilibrium was more than a little disconcerting.

Third...was that a catboy over there? All right, that settled it. Obviously, the murderer he'd been chasing had come up behind him and knocked out the poor, defenseless seven year old, and he was stuck in some sort of blunt object-induced hallucination. It was the only logical conclusion. Any minute now, Hattori would realize that he was taking too long and come upstairs to look for him.

Speaking of Hattori...

It probably stood to reason that the Great Detective of the West would be in his subconscious. Along with the catboys and ornate fish sculptures.

"Oi, Hattori," he said, walking over to the figment of his imagination. "What the hell's going on?"

[osakapwnzu.livejournal.com]

"I dunno, Kuroba," Heiji said, tilting his head up at the fountain and scowling in thought. "This place 's really fucked up. Have you seen the glitter pens on th' tables? And the weirdly labeled juice? Fuck that, I ain't touchin' it."

[meitantei.livejournal.com]

"That's punch, and it's probably spiked," Shinichi replied automatically. "And who the hell is Kuroba?"

[osakapwnzu.livejournal.com]

Heiji arched an eyebrow and turned around.

"JESUS!!" The detective leaped back, nearly catching the fountain at the back of his knees and falling into the glitter. Regaining his balance, he pointed in Shinichi's face.

"OI, KUDO. WHERE TH' HELL DID YOU COME FROM?!" He paused. "Am I dead?"

[meitantei.livejournal.com]

Shinichi wasn't sure why the Heiji that existed in his subconscious would mistaken him for somebody else, and he had a sinking feeling that he knew who that 'someone else' was. If Kid didn't leave him alone even when he was dreaming, that probably didn't bode well for him. He wasn't the high school detective with an unhealthy obsession with the Phantom Thief. That was Hakuba's department.

Still, Hattori's reaction was somewhat gratifying. In a really bizarre way. It was nice to be eye-level with him when he freaked out.

"I came in through that door over...there." Shinichi pointed to the stretch of wall he'd come out of, but there was no sign of a door. That was...certainly strange, but not impossible. It was probably painted to blend seamlessly into the wall. "I hope you're not dead. You're supposed to be backing me up, remember?"

[osakapwnzu.livejournal.com]

"Backing you... up."

This was really bizarre. He repeatedly told Kaito that he 'had his back', so was this some sort of twisted... pyscho-world or something?

Heiji narrowed his eyes at Shinichi and walked up to him. He then proceeded to muss the detective's hair up. "C'mon Kuroba, it was funny the first time, but now's serious!"

[meitantei.livejournal.com]

And now Shinichi was getting a little annoyed. Hello, invasion of personal space. "Hattori--hey!" He glared at Heiji. "What was that for?! I don't know who the fuck Kuroba is, or why my subconscious version of you is so convinced that I'm him, but I'm not. I don't know what's going on, or why a dead woman's living room is ten times bigger than it should be and spewing glitter, or why--" he dropped his voice to an angry whisper "--I'm the right size again, since I don't remember being dosed with Haibara's antidote before I went in. Happy?"

[osakapwnzu.livejournal.com]

Heiji opened his mouth to protest, but found that the words caught in his throat.

"Wait what?" He arched his eyebrow. "Holy crap, 'really is you, Kudo! No one else knows about the thing with, y'know, Conan 'n stuff. Least of all Kuroba. 'N 'm not your subconscious. 'S real. Least, I'm real. Dunno about you though.

"And what's this about a dead woman's living room spewing glitter?"

[meitantei.livejournal.com]

Shinichi gave Heiji a blank look. "I...hope no one else knows. It would kind of defeat the purpose of...you know...hiding from the guys in black if you started telling people."

And wouldn't his subconscious version of Hattori tell him that he wasn't his subconscious version of Hattori? He'd have to test this out in a slightly more objective way. And it was cliche, but the pinch test would probably be the best way to go about it.

Five seconds and one rather sore arm later, the likelihood of this place being an extremely detailed hallucination began to dim. So that begged the question--

What was it?

"Remember? Forty-five year old office lady slashed to death? Estranged husband hired the old man to clear his name? We went to investigate, and I ended up here. Ringing any bells?"

[osakapwnzu.livejournal.com]

Heiji looked uncomfortable for a moment. He didn't remember this. At all.

"No, I didn' tell anyone," Heiji said. "Even made sure Kuroba was clean, 'swear. But... Kudo, I gotta tell ya, I don't remember tha' case at all. I've been stuck in a menta--"

Shit. If he told Shinichi what was going on... maybe his rival could figure out a way to bring him back! As much as he hated to admit it, Shinichi wasn't dumb.

"Kudo listen, and listen good," Heiji took him by the shoulders. "I'm trapped in a mental institution. Well, s'not a real mental institution, it's a hell. I'm not jokin', seriously. They think 'm someone named Harley Hartwell and that 'm from Canada. Y'gotta get me out b'fore I get killed 're somethin'."

[meitantei.livejournal.com]

[Yay! Power's back on! \o/]

Heiji really shouldn't have phrased it like that if he wanted Shinichi to take it seriously. He was quiet for a moment, taking it all in, before he burst out laughing in the other detective's face.

"I dunno, Harley. I think you might be at home, here. How's Montreal this time of--" Wait. He'd noticed something over the other boy's shoulder. Or, rather, someone. A flash of white that resolved itself into an extremely gaudy outfit, complete with cape, hat, and monocle. Suddenly, Shinichi's face was perfectly serious.

"Hattori," he said urgently, "don't turn around just yet. I think this just turned into a costume party. Kaitou Kid--or somebody dressed like him--is standing about ten meters behind you. I don't think he's noticed us."

[osakapwnzu.livejournal.com]

[YAAAAAY!]

"'M fuckin' serious Kudo! If--"

Heiji was about to give Shinichi a piece of his mind when the issue of Kid suddenly popped up and shut him up. Fuck, so he really was in the institute. If Shinichi was expecting Heiji to be surprised, he was in for a surprise himself. Heiji narrowed his eyes, but didn't move.

"Yeah, he posted a notice where I am right now. He's got a real problem takin' stuff without tellin' people first. We had a chat, but so far... haven't been able t'find him.

"So what d'you suggest? You've got more experience wi' him than I do."

[meitantei.livejournal.com]

So...Kid was in this 'mental hospital' as well? Shinichi raised an eyebrow. "So what's he trying to steal?" Whatever it was in this place Hattori said he was trapped in, it had to be valuable. Otherwise, Kid wouldn't stay.

"We turn around very slowly, and we do it casually. And we don't chase him. Not yet. Shouldn't tip him off."

[osakapwnzu.livejournal.com]

"Nothin' important," Heiji laughed and turned as though he were walking over to the punch table with Shinichi, carrying on a funny conversation. "Jus' anything he might need. We don' exactly have swords and knives and things t' defend ourselves wi', so we gotta improvise. Means he's stuck same as me."

[meitantei.livejournal.com]

Shinichi took the cue and ran with it. He chuckled, clapping his friend on the back. "Defend yourselves from what? Each other?" The way Heiji had said it (disturbingly cheerful expression aside) was had been kind of vaguely frightening. Did that mean he was stuck here too?

Well, if he was, he wouldn't be for long. If Haibara had managed to dose him, he didn't have long before he was waist-high again.

Speaking of which, how had she managed to find him and dress him in the exact outfit he'd been wearing to Tropical Land the day that he'd discovered the Black Organization and been forcefed the drug? This was getting really weird, even for some of the things he'd been through recently.

[osakapwnzu.livejournal.com]

"Ha ha! Sometimes!" Heiji said with a disturbingly forced grin. The tone was all wrong for what he was talking about. "But mostly hellish mockeries of living things, hey there's punch!"

Heiji poured himself some of the punch marked Yes. It was clearly alcoholic. Good, he needed to be loose. Not impaired, but loose. He glanced over at Kid over his glass.

"So when do we move?"

[flashyaudacity]

[And then, across the room...]

Once the elation of finding all his effects back where they belonged had passed, Kid decided he had better take stock of his situation. He wasn't sure if he was still in the Institute or not...

Pointedly avoiding looking anywhere near the fountain, he surveyed (most of) the ballroom. There were a variety of people around, in a variety of clothes... It was hard to say where he could be now.

But wherever he was, he wasn't alone. He was being watched, it seemed; he caught a familiar detective standing by a table of refreshments, glancing at him over a glass of punch.

The figure standing next to Hattori wasn't exactly unfamiliar, either; if Kaito had been himself at the moment, they could have easily passed as twins. Kudo. So the brat was all grown up now, was he?

Kid grinned widely at the detectives, tipping his hat.

[meitantei.livejournal.com]

Ah, so they'd been noticed. Shinichi raised an eyebrow, taking a swig of the "No" punch. He didn't know if this change was from Haibara's vodka-derived antidote yet, and he wanted to avoid alcohol just in case. Probably wasn't a very good idea to push his luck too much.

"Now, apparently. We've been spotted." He waved over at the thief.

"If there aren't any doors or windows, you can't really use the glider, can you?" he called. "And even if we catch you, we can't do anything." Wait, had he meant to say that? It was true, yeah, but telling a criminal exactly what he was thinking wasn't really the best way to go about it. Weird. "Why not just join us for a drink?"

[osakapwnzu.livejournal.com]

"Oi, Kudo," Heiji hissed through his teeth. "What are you doing?"

Had Shinichi lost his mind? Inviting the biggest criminal in all of Japan, for a drink?!

...unless he intended to slip him something. Or try to get information out of him in some method or other. Clever Kudo, but clever enough for Kid? He didn't think so.

At the first sign of weakness, he was jumping Kid's ass.

"He's got a point, y'know. C'mon, this's all one big hallucination anyway--we're goin' back tomorrow night anyway."

[flashyaudacity]

Kid raised an eyebrow. Tonight was just full of unexpected surprises, wasn't it? First, showing up here with his full kit, and now the detectives inviting him for a drink?

It was too good an opportunity to pass up. He slipped his hands into his pockets, watching the pair carefully as he sauntered towards them. He was going to have to be careful about how he handled this, but... It would be fun.

"Good evening, detectives," he said smoothly, stopping several feet away from the boys and reaching up to make sure his hat was securely in place. He glanced at the bowls of punch from the corner of his eyes. 'YES' and 'NO'? Interesting...

He grinned. "So you're inviting me for drinks now? And to think I was under the impression you two didn't like me..."

[meitantei.livejournal.com]

"I think I have a plan," Shinichi hissed back, lips not movie. "But I'm not sure. Just go with it." ...Okay, he'd meant that to be a lot more...confidence inspiring. What the hell was going on? He took another swig of the punch to quiet his nerves. Maybe he needed the booze after all.

He poured a shotglass full of something blue that was apparently meant to be "icy blue raspberry" flavored but smelled more like acetone. If anything was going to play havoc with the change, this would probably bit.

...Yeah, he wasn't going to risk it after all. Shinichi held the glass over to Kid.

"What ever gave you that impression?" he asked mockingly. "What are you: the most wanted jewel thief in the world and on the short list of Japan's Most Wanted? Oh, wait. Let me think about that one."

[osakapwnzu.livejournal.com]

Heiji gave Kid a rather forced smile. "No need to think, Kudo. You overthink this kinda shit. It doesn't matter, f'r now."

He put emphasis on the for now part.

"This stuff's pretty good," Heiji indicated the Yes punch. "If y'want."

Come on... come on you twit.

[flashyaudacity]

Whatever the blue liquid Kudo was holding out to him, it didn't smell like something he wanted to drink any time soon... Not to mention it didn't fit Kid's image. If he were to share a drink with the detectives, the punch would suffice, or a glass of wine for show.

Kid's grin relaxed into a comfortable smirk. "Well, if you both insist, I suppose it would be rude of me to decline your invitation," he said, watching the pair of detectives carefully. If he was going to deal with them, he needed to keep to something without alcohol... The 'no' punch, then?

He lifted a hand from his pocket, turning it upwards to snap. There was a puff of pink smoke around his hand, and by the time it cleared, he was holding a glass of punch. He raised it slightly. "Cheers."

[meitantei.livejournal.com]

Of course Kid was going for the alcohol-free stuff. He wouldn't want to let his guard slip even for a second. Shinichi kind of wanted to mock him for his choice, but he hated being a hypocrite. He did, however, raise his eyebrow at the thief's little display. "Impressive," he said sarcastically. "It was cooler when you were flying a 747, by the way."

Wait. Wait. Shinichi had not meant to say that. He looked a little shocked with himself, but had the good sense to recover a heartbeat later. "The kid told me about that one."

[osakapwnzu.livejournal.com]

Flying a 747 what?

Heiji looked over at Kid suspiciously, then back at Shinichi. "'The kid' told you that, did he?"

What the hell? Kudo would never bring up Conan unless absolutely necessary. What was he getting at? Telling Kid he was cooler while flying a 747? Either Shinichi's brains had gone totally whacko from all the lack of takoyaki (the good kind, of course), or Heiji just wasn't catching his drift.

Either way, both detectives had tried to get Kid drunk and failed. This would be interesting. One sober detective who was coo-coo for 747s, and a tipsy one that just wasn't catching what he was dropping. Oh yes, they were fucked.

"That kid talks about a lot of stuff, doesn't he?" Heiji laughed. "Can't shut him up sometimes!"