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

[erande.livejournal.com]

It would be a cold day in hell when Sebastian let Grell anywhere near his master.

"We're rather busy right now, we currently have guests in the Manor," That were driving Ciel insane, but they were as good an excuse as any. "Perhaps another time."

In any polite society, that was the iron door being swung shut on a potential guest. Grell, however... well, Sebastian didn't hold out any hope that the shinigami wouldn't try something.

"Well, as of late Ciel found himself in another murder investigation, so I was aiding him in that. Fortunately, the situation wasn't as dangerous as I had originally assessed."

[thebloodyjuliet.livejournal.com]

Most people would be amazed to find out that cold days happened in Hell quite often. Certainly, it was still unbearably hot, but it wasn't as burning like an oven as it was during the peak seasons. Grell figured that was a thought best kept to himself.

"Oh, that's too bad. Perhaps I'll have to see to these guests as well. Madam did everything she could for her cute little nephew, you know." Grell smiled just as cordially, but he had a feeling his sharp teeth killed the amiable feelings. He'd have to try something though. It wasn't like sneaking into a manor could be that hard, right? "And what a pity. A murder investigation with no challenge? That's just like going out to the store for you, isn't it?"

[erande.livejournal.com]

"Oh there's no need," Sebastian said, smiling amiably. There was something rather threatening about it, though. "I believe the young master and I will be leaving town shortly, and thus our guests must leave the Manor as well. I will be accompanying him during the journey."

Sebastian would have to be very diligent during this trip. At a circus, Grell would most likely fit right in, after all.

"The opponent I fought was very worthy," Sebastian smiled. He respected Agni a great deal. "And fast. Faster than you. Fortunately, I did not have to kill him."

[thebloodyjuliet.livejournal.com]

He loved it when Sebastian took him seriously as a threat. The smile was proof that he'd left his mark, even if superficially on the butler's memory. Romeo and Juliet weren't meant to be together and how could Grell go against the words of the Bard? He'd stay where he was and just try to make the demon's life a living Hell. That sounded pleasant.

Someone being faster than him rubbed Grell the wrong way and he snubbed the statement like it didn't exist. "Hmph, well, then while you're off gallivanting around, I'll have to take care of London in your stead. Don't worry, darling - it's in good hands."

Unless Grell could find out where Sebastian was going. Then he'd find a way to follow him.

[erande.livejournal.com]

"Oh?" Sebastian walked over to the wall and began knocking on it in various places. There had to be a way out... had to be. "Won't William be upset if you break any further rules? The last time we met, he didn't seem pleased with you."

Squishing your subordinate's face into cobblestones had the air of being chastised, after all.

"He seemed far more concerned with the laws that govern you rather than your desire to kill me," Sebastian said with a smile.

[thebloodyjuliet.livejournal.com]

Great. Sebastian was so good at stabbing right to the heart of the matter. Certainly Will would kick his face in if he went off and broke the rules again, but as far as Grell was concerned, he was stuck in a rainbow hell where he'd never be able to make good on his threat anyway. Crossing his arms, he looked away and caught a glimpse of the rest of the room - another man with wings and a catboy. Maybe this place was Sieben after all?

He couldn't really dispute the fact that Will would be upset if he broke any other rules. His supervisor couldn't see anything beyond the Book, meaning unless there was a loophole somewhere, Grell couldn't just up and kill Sebastian. Dammit. He hated ironclad rules.

"Because he doesn't much care if you live or die," Grell finally said, rather flippantly as he leaned against the wall. "And I don't think knocking on the walls is going to help you any. It sounds solid other than those three other doors over there."

[erande.livejournal.com]

"He didn't seem very obliging when he gave me his card," Sebastian confessed. It was obvious that William did not particularly care for demons--which was just fine. Sebastian didn't care for William either. He'd shown as much when he'd hurled Grell's chainsaw at him. But more importantly, he knew now that William was not one to be taken lightly. These shinigami... so annoying.

Sebastian frowned and straightened up from knocking on the wall. "Yes, I came from that broom closet over there," he said, indicating the direction. "So it functioned as a way in rather than a way out, really."

[thebloodyjuliet.livejournal.com]

Not very obliging was one way to put it. Will pretty much hated Sebastian's guts and hoped the demon's lifespan ran out soon. Or if it didn't, that some loophole allowed someone to cut it short. Will's ruthless side was something of a sight to behold, but it was often capped by rules. Stupid rules.

Broom closet? Grell eyed the doors and then shrugged. He couldn't remember which one he came from, but he wouldn't be opposed to taking Sebastian into one. Not that he'd come back out alive, but such was the tragedy of Romeo. He was destined to die for his Juliet, even if Shakespeare hadn't really meant that Juliet would murder him with a chainsaw. Rewrites were so much fun. Pushing away from the wall, he strode out into the room, turning once he was nearing the crowd. "Might as well check those for ways out then, don't you think? More plausible than a wall, Sebas-chan."

[erande.livejournal.com]

Sebastian frowned at the retreating shinigami. He hated to admit it, but Grell had a relevant point. The wall was most likely not going to open up again anytime soon, so searching the room for a way out would be best.

Also, leaving the general populace to Grell would surely result in a happy chainsaw spree.

"Where do you suggest?" Sebastian asked, grudgingly. Working with Grell. What would Ciel say if he found out? Nothing good. "Perhaps the doors?"

[thebloodyjuliet.livejournal.com]

"Nfufu~" Grell tapped a finger against his jaw and grinned. "Turning to me for help finally? What an upset to the general order of things~"

He couldn't help but gloat, and also he was already prepared for failure. After getting stuck in the multicolored hell for months now, he was more than willing to accept that certain situations you just couldn't escape from. Sebastian didn't need to know that, though. If he could dangle the hope of escape in front of him, then he might get a chance to put a chainsaw through the man's neck.

Who cared if he came back. It'd satisfy his anger for a little bit. "Unless you want to try diving into the fountain, I'd say the doors are a good bet." Waving one arm forward, he bowed to Sebastian and grinned again. "After you, Romeo."

[erande.livejournal.com]

"I could do perfectly well on my own," Sebastian said lightly. "But I am afraid you will kill all of these people should I conduct my search alone." Always concise and to the point.

His eyebrows drew together and his mouth twisted down in a disapproving expression, but he didn't say anything about Grell's choice of pet name for him. He walked past Grell in the direction of the doors.

...hadn't there been three before? Now there were five...

[thebloodyjuliet.livejournal.com]

"Well, that's a valid fear, but none of them here are really worth it." And no one here was really worth killing for either. He didn't see a single person here who had the drive he was looking for. Madam Red had been special. A gift to humanity who had fallen to the dregs of it at the very last. It was like watching a perfect porcelain vase being painted and having the artist's hand slip at the last second. He had loved the way she looked covered in blood. He missed her. As Grell looked around the room, he couldn't see that spark in anyone. People willing to kill, yes, but no one willing to get their own hands as dirty as she had. "...unfortunate."

Shrugging, he followed after Sebastian and stretched his arms above his head. "So? Which are we--" Wait. What the hell. There were two more doors. Was this place growing?! "....Well, isn't that a surprise. Will you be taking door number 1 or door number 'where did that come from'?"

[erande.livejournal.com]

Not worth killing... there was a new one. Sebastian thought that all shinigami just relished in killing hapless humans. Apparently they had to have some special place in Grell's heart.

...Heaven save him. Ironic as that was to say.

"I'll... check the broom closet first. It is where I came from, after all. Perhaps if I go back in and shut the door, this will be over."

[thebloodyjuliet.livejournal.com]

"If you're going in there, wouldn't it just be faster if we both went in? We're going to the same place after all." And maybe he could finally get rid of these stupid wings and the ridiculous tail. Color aside, they were a bother and he missed being able to sleep on his back. He also highly doubted this would work, but it'd be fun to get stuck in a closet with Sebastian for a bit.

Weren't there bad stories written about such things in the trashy magazines? Not that he read those. ...right. Anyway.

"Unless you trust me to stand guard outside. Alone. With the lambs."

[erande.livejournal.com]

Sebastian narrowed his eyes. Being trapped in a small enclosed space with Grell wasn't exactly on his list of things to do before he died... again, but necessity seemed to call for it. If he traveled back, these people would be left with Grell. And Ciel would be displeased, most certainly.

The butler opened the door to the broom closet. "After you."

[thebloodyjuliet.livejournal.com]

Victory for the death gods~ Well, for one of them, anyway. Even if it was less than romantic circumstances, Sebastian's 'good nature' forced upon him by his little shotacon of a master was giving Grell exactly what he wanted: a few minutes alone where Sebastian couldn't escape. He started to walk in and then stopped, holding his hand out against the frame. "Don't you dare think of closing that door behind just me and seeing what happens or I swear to the Lord on High that I WILL kill everyone before you can get back." He then let go and smiled, perhaps a little too sweetly at the butler behind him and stepped inside.

Broom closets. Ugh, he hated them. They were always so dusty and cramped and him having these stupid wings wasn't helping. He didn't do a lot of housework when he had his stint as the Madam's butler, but that was mostly because every time he tried, he usually ended up burning something and she'd yell at him until the day was done. Good waste of a day though, because by nightfall, she'd be so upset she'd want to go out and out meant he'd get to see her work. Trade-offs, he supposed. "If this is supposed to be our ticket out, it's rather dingy."

[erande.livejournal.com]

That was a shame. Grell wasn't as dumb as he appeared, apparently. He'd seen through Sebastian's scheme, unfortunately, so Sebastian would be forced into the closet with Grell. True, Grell could probably wreak havoc in the Manor while Sebastian was coming back himself, but Agni might have been able to stave him off--at least until the professionals arrived. There was something very much akin to the shepherd following the wolf in this situation.

"William wouldn't like that," Sebastian said with a tight smile. "And if you touched anyone in that house, you would be dead. I wouldn't waste time talking."

The butler walked into the broom closet and firmly shut the door.

[thebloodyjuliet.livejournal.com]

"William doesn't like a lot of things I do." Customized chainsaw, killing off the List, falling for first a human and then a demon - lots of things. Will learned to deal with it through violence and paperwork and now they had a very comfortable routine where Grell spent a week in traction after every transgression. "And you're assuming I can die, darling. I wouldn't fall for the same tricks twice."

The door was shut and Grell waited for a moment. Nothing happened, just like he thought. He waited a second longer and then he grinned and leaned forward, taking care to invade Sebastian's personal space more than usual. He put his hands on Sebastian's chest and pushed him back against the door, ready to stab the man's heart out at the least sign of struggle. "Shame. I think we're still in a broom closet."

[Broom Closet]

[erande.livejournal.com]

Sebastian fell heavily against the door when Grell pushed him. His eyes hadn't fully adjusted to the darkness yet, and he had been taken off guard. There was really no place to swing a chainsaw in this room, so the likelihood of an armed attack had been reduced. Besides, it seemed as though Grell was more interested in engaging in shameful behavior and then killing him. So he had some warning.

Still, being badtouched was not going to happen. Sebastian's eyes finally adjusted to the sudden darkness and his hand shot out to grip Grell's throat.

"Get off me." His other hand went for the knob.

[Broom Closet]

[thebloodyjuliet.livejournal.com]

A hand was at his throat, but that wasn't about to stop him. Instead, he grabbed Sebastian's hand as it went for the knob and grinned fiercely at him. "Don't think I forgot what you did the last time we saw each other, did you? A lady never forgets the slights against her, Se-bas-chan."

Slowly, he started to squeeze the hand that held the knob, trying to break the man's fingers. If the demon butler wasn't going to play nice, then they'd just have to play rough. He could do that. He'd been itching for a good fight anyway. "It wasn't very nice of you, you know. A woman's livelihood is in her face and you hit me there."

[Broom Closet]

[erande.livejournal.com]

Sebastian tightened his grip on Grell's neck as the shinigami threatened to break his hand. Someone had to let go at some point--and most likely Grell needed to breathe more than Sebastian needed his hand.

"Well I'm terribly sorry for the damage I have caused. Perhaps the young master can compensate you somehow--perhaps with a new face. It seems as though I've caused permanent damage. Oh..." Sebastian smirked. "It's always looked like this, hasn't it?"

[Broom Closet]

[thebloodyjuliet.livejournal.com]

Oh, that was it. It was ON. Sebastian was cute, that was a given. The man had looks and talent and charm, but when he was being a bastard, he could be a real pain in the ass. And Grell rather liked breathing and he really liked his looks. His expression fell from flirtatious and dangerous to downright murderous in an instant, and he finally released Sebastian's hand, pushing hard against his chest.

Even in this cramped space, he could still pull the chainsaw out and that was exactly what he did. He could start it later, once it was punched through Sebastian's head. "And what did I tell you last time? You don't insult a lady to her face!"

[Broom Closet]

[erande.livejournal.com]

Chainsaw.

Sebastian relaxed his grip on Grell's throat and pulled his hand back. He would need both if he were to adequately fight. Should it come to that.

"My apologies. That was rude," Sebastian said, raising the hand slightly. "There is no need to draw any weapons. I'm certain we can talk this misunderstanding through."

His hand tightened on the knob.

[Broom Closet]

[thebloodyjuliet.livejournal.com]

"Misunderstandings are slips of the tongue, darling." Grell's hand went to the pull cord and his eyes narrowed at Sebastian. A lot of things could be called misunderstandings or mistakes. Him not filing the specified paperwork to apply for a customization to his weapon was a misunderstanding inasmuch as he thought filing once for the weapon meant it was his and he could do what he wanted with it. A mistake was him being born this way instead of a woman. "I don't think what you said was a 'slip' at all."

"Besides, the mood's completely spoiled. You've got me upset and I think only one thing will solve that." He gripped the pull cord and grinned at Sebastian. "Think you know what that is?"

Re: [Broom Closet]

[erande.livejournal.com]

"I can guess."

For heaven's sake, Finny could guess the answer to that question. Perhaps riling up Grell hadn't been the best of ideas, but once Sebastian lost his temper, it was difficult for him to restrain himself without a direct order.

But the damage was done, and now he'd have to rectify the situation. Sebastian seized both of Grell's wrists and shouldered him towards the back of the closet--hard.