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

[lost-metal.livejournal.com]

Ed shrugged, looking around and spotting a couple of people that he knew/ Artemis was arm in arm and uh... 'dancing' with a... a person of indiscriminate gender. Yes. That explained the situation well, he thought. "I guess. No-one is in costume this time though." At least he wasn't in that ridiculous skin tight thing. And there were no men in dresses.

He smiled at her slightly and nodded, heading over to the alcohol table and eying the bottles carefully. "The punch is probably spiked. It was last time."

[mindifitakethat.livejournal.com]

This time? "So, you've been to one of these parties before?" Rikku began sorting through the beverage selection, pulling some bottles closer and pushing others away, apparently oblivious to the idea that someone else might want to look as well. If it was her dream, then, y'know, she got priority for the liquor. "Is the glitter standard?" The lack of costumes was kind of a disappointment, though. That might've been fun. Lots of fun.

At the other's comment, though, she glanced up and peered at the punch bowls thoughtfully. "Really?" When it came to spiked punch one never really knew what they were going to get, and Rikku had the curiosity of a soon-to-be-deceased feline in spades. "Maybe it is this time, too!"

[lost-metal.livejournal.com]

Ed nodded, flushing slightly as he remembered the last party that he'd been forcibly dragged into. "Yeah. Don't remember how I got to that one either. It just happened. But everyone was in weird costumes. Like the woman who was dressed in a barrel." That had been weird. Some of the costumes had looked pretty cool though.

He raised an eyebrow at the woman when she seemed so excited about the idea of the punch being spiked. "That's not meant to be a good thing," he said dryly.

[mindifitakethat.livejournal.com]

Rikku giggled quietly and waved one hand at the other's comment. "Aw, c'mon, don't be such a grump. This is a party!" She all but bounced over to the punch bowls, pausing to glance between the "yes" and "no" signs as she thoughtfully tapped one fingertip against her lips.

From what she could see (and smell) the signs indicated the presence or lack of alcohol, which was kind of disappointing - after all, why spike the punch and then make it really obvious? No fun. Rikku just shrugged a little and poured herself a glass from the bowl marked "yes" and lifted it in a toast toward the grouchy short blond guy. "Puddusc ib!" she said cheerily, before downing the whole thing in one go.

[lost-metal.livejournal.com]

Yes. A party. That was exactly his point. Parties had the disturbing tendency to be dangerous when he was involved in his admittedly limited experience of them. The last one had just made him more wary of social situations than he normally was, which was rather an impressive feat. "And people get drunk and act like idiots at parties," he said dryly.

He blinked in surprise at the rather odd words that she spoke, not recognising it as any language. "Pardon?"

[mindifitakethat.livejournal.com]

"Well, exactly. Isn't that the point?" Rikku grinned brightly, waggling her now-empty punch glass at him. "You want some of this? It isn't bad, and you kinda look like you need to relax a little." Or a lot, maybe. Parties were for fun, not for sitting around and grouching about people having fun.

She'd tried the punch now, though, and although it was definitely spiked, it didn't seem like anything special. Rikku cast an eye over the other drink options, considering what to go for next. "Pardon what?" she asked, absently; she hadn't even realized she'd dropped into her native tongue for a second.

[lost-metal.livejournal.com]

"Not when the safe drinks get spiked and people try to kill each other and stuff," Ed muttered, but he nodded in response to the offer. "Yeah, a drink would be good." Even if it would probably affect him stupidly easily. He did need a drink he thought. Maybe it would dull the glitter a little.

"You said something weird in another language," he pointed out. "What does it mean?"

[mindifitakethat.livejournal.com]

Rikku waved a hand toward the two punch bowls, taking in the pair of signs. "Pfft, they even gave us warning labels about the punch. This one is spiked and this one isn't, so it's perfectly safe to drink." Regardless, she still poured a glass of the 'yes' punch for her new friend, since he clearly needed that.

"What, did I?" She frowned a little, thinking, but shrugged and handed him the glass. "I was just making a toast. Must not have been thinking, then." And speaking of not thinking, she suddenly realized her lapse in manners and her grin turned slightly abashed. "Oh, sorry. I'm Rikku."

[lost-metal.livejournal.com]

"That doesn't mean that someone hasn't spiked the non-alcoholic punch," Ed pointed out. He didn't trust labels at these things anyway. "And they aren't necessarily telling the truth either." Wouldn't it just be like... like whoever it was that made these weird parties happen to deliberately mislabel things to get people drunk.

"Oh? What language was it?" he asked curiously and then added his name as an afterthought. "Edward Elric."