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]

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.

[Broom Closet]

[thebloodyjuliet.livejournal.com]

Sebastian grabbing him hadn't exactly been expected, so when the demon shoved him against the back of the closet, he hit it hard and it almost knocked the wind out of him. Brooms and mops scattered, falling around them as Grell coughed and gave Sebastian a wary glare. Which quickly turned flirtatious when he realized that having both his arms immobilized was a bad position to be in. "I never knew you liked it so rough, Sebas-chan. All you had to do was say please and I would have obliged, you know."

In the scuffle, he'd dropped his chainsaw on the ground, but that wouldn't matter. He didn't need it to fight, just to kill. And God knew even if he wanted to kill, he could bide his time. Death gods were good at that.

Re: [Broom Closet]

[erande.livejournal.com]

"Rough?" Sebastian repeated, smirking to the point of showing some fang. "If you think this is rough, you need to pick up your chainsaw again." He swiveled quickly and attempted to pin Grell's hands to the wall.

"But I won't let you," Sebastian's solid form slowly became less and less defined, almost as though he were becoming a ball of black flame.

[Broom Closet]

[thebloodyjuliet.livejournal.com]

"I do love it when you're serious, Sebas-chan. When you scare me like that, I just know you were the right choice." If anyone burned as brightly as Madam had, it was the man right in front of him. So pretty on the outside and so ruthless within. Grell liked that. He liked seeing the thin veneer of society crumble away into madness and bloodlust. It was how things were supposed to be - the natural order of human (and inhuman) destruction.

"Seeing you like this, I could definitely bear children if they were yours~" Too bad they'd never get a chance. Wrenching one wrist away, Grell put a high-heeled foot to Sebastian's stomach and grinned, kicking hard with all his might. He wanted his chainsaw. Now. "And you should know better than to get between a mother and her baby!"

[Broom Closet]

[erande.livejournal.com]

Sebastian solidified as he flew back into the door of the broom closet. Damn! If Grell got to his chainsaw, the fight would have to move to outside the closet--otherwise things could get ugly. And he'd have to find another shirt. Such a hassle.

"You should know well enough to keep your hands to yourself, especially when it comes to my kind," Sebastian replied, tugging on his gloves. Thank goodness Ciel wasn't around to see this. The butler rushed Grell again, aiming a high kick at the shinigami's face--he had to keep him away from that weapon.

[Broom Closet]

[thebloodyjuliet.livejournal.com]

Oh, it was so satisfying to hear Sebastian hit the door. Straightening up, Grell rolled his shoulders and rubbed his wrists. The tangle of cleaning supplies and broomsticks didn't make moving any easier in here and the darkness didn't help much. "I can't help where my heart leads me, darling."

Although he probably should learn to be a bit more discerning all things considered. He'd never learn his lesson on matters of the heart, he supposed. But now wasn't the time to think about that. Throwing himself back against the wall, Grell dropped to the floor to avoid the kick to the face and growled. "YOU'RE AIMING AT MY FACE AGAIN, YOU HEARTLESS BASTARD."

That was IT. He was so TIRED of people not understanding how important his looks were to him! Time for them to take this outside. Kicking hard at Sebastian's kneecap, he reached for his chainsaw and prepared to move their little tiff back out into the open. Back where he could move and breathe and his damn wings didn't hurt so freaking much because they just got rammed in weird directions.

[Broom Closet]

[erande.livejournal.com]

Sebastian hadn't expected Grell to avoid by dropping to the floor and kicking him. The butler winced as he felt his fragile, human knee break. Perfect. Now he wouldn't be able to walk for another thirty seconds or so. How annoying.

In the meantime, he still had to keep Grell occupied. The shinigami nearly had the chainsaw in hand--there was no way to keep it from his possession any longer. The only option was leaving the closet before things got out of hand and unwieldy in the enclosed space. Sebastian fumbled back for the knob and opened the door, falling backwards into the room.

[thebloodyjuliet.livejournal.com]

Finally. The door was down, his baby was back in his hands and Sebastian was falling - perfect scenario. He pulled the ripcord and the machine in his hands jumped to life, the blade whirring hungrily as Grell advanced out of the closet. No more enclosed spaces for him. Being in there had been a chore instead of anything resembling fun. What a loss.

"You've put me in a bad mood, Sebas-chan!" Grell cackled, swinging the chainsaw up over his head as he brought his high heel down hard on Sebastian's already injured leg. The man might be able to heal, but he could certainly still feel pain. Or so he hoped. "And people who upset me don't often live to do it again!"

Just what kind of record would he get to see this time? Grell was only vaguely curious so much as he just wanted to see Sebastian bleed everywhere. Laughing like a madman, the death god swung the chainsaw down toward his head.

[erande.livejournal.com]

Sebastian grunted in pain when Grell stepped on his knee, but it didn't matter. He'd be in shape to fight again in no time flat. Ten seconds... nine... eight.

The chainsaw swung down and Sebastian knocked it away with his arm, receiving a large gash and tearing up his shirt. Wonderful. He'd have to find a new one later.

Film strip erupted out of his open wound.

[thebloodyjuliet.livejournal.com]

Dammit. Stupid arms. Why did people always try to block with their arms? Well, he supposed it was better than having one's head ripped off, but it was still annoying for the murderer. So much extra unnecessary bone and tissue to cut through. What a bother.

The upside of the little setback (and there was usually an upside) was that he got another chance at Sebastian's Cinematic Record. As the blood sprayed from the wound, Grell could see the droplets turn into little cinemas, each playing a different scene. Mundane things like making breakfast to the more horrifying usually came out right about now, but Sebastian was a cheeky bastard and had learned the trick awhile ago.

So what Grell got now was a disappointment of a young Indian man with a piece of paper showing an elephant whose trunk moved 'up.' Who the hell wanted to buy something lame like that? And who the hell was that guy? "Sebas-chan! You've been cheating on me! How cruel of you to take another into your house like that!"

Grell kicked at Sebastian's arm and grinned down at him. "Do I have to teach you a lesson?"

[erande.livejournal.com]

In a normal situation, Sebastian would have pointed out that he hadn't invited Sohma and Agni into the manor--they'd simply moved in without any prior notice. But the words would have fallen on deaf ears, as Grell, being insane, probably didn't care.

"No, that will be unnecessary."

Sebastian quickly shifted position, his knee recovered, and attempted a sweep kick at Grell's legs.

[thebloodyjuliet.livejournal.com]

Grell felt Sebastian shift beneath him and he tripped, jumping back and stumbling back. The stupid wings really threw his balance off. Although, it did mean he had softer landings whenever he had to jump out of the way. Feathers ruffled, he shook his wings out and rested the now quiet chainsaw at his side. "Too bad, I was hoping for a second shot. You had to have led a more interesting life than you've been showing me, Sebas-chan."

For how long the man had been alive, something interesting had to have happened, right? He had seen the beginnings of something wonderful the first time he'd cut into Sebastian, but now all he saw was mundane dribble. It wasn't any fun at all.

Hefting the chainsaw onto his shoulders, he grinned and shook his head. "You'll never catch a girl like this - showing her dull things all the time!" And a shame, too. Swinging the chainsaw off his shoulder, he revved it up again and grinned. "So, come show me something interesting."

[erande.livejournal.com]

"Women have their secrets, to be sure," Sebastian said, standing up and holding his injured arm. "But that doesn't mean that us men aren't allowed to keep a few things to ourselves."

The demon glanced over to the table with the pens. He was in luck--the tables had chairs. At least he could arm himself with something.

"I'd rather keep all of it away from you, you understand." Sebastian quickly jumped back towards the nearest chair.

[thebloodyjuliet.livejournal.com]

"But it's a woman's job to know all the secrets hidden in her lover's mind," Grell countered, advancing forward with a smile on his lips. "How can I ever feel close to you if I don't at least know more than the basics?"

That chair could be trouble, as could the tables and the pens near it. Oh, and that tablecloth. God, he hated cloth after what happened last time. At least now he knew not to waste time trying to pull it out. Resourcefulness would have to be his new scheme if he didn't want his face getting kicked in again. "A few things yes, but Sebas-chan, darling - you've kept so much from me. How can I not be just a little bit jealous?"

The chainsaw revved up again and Grell attacked, leaping forward and swinging the weapon at Sebastian's shoulder, hoping to take advantage of his injury before it healed.

[erande.livejournal.com]

"Which would be why we are not lovers," Sebastian said politely. "It is rather unorthodox for a lover to hack away at their partner with a chainsaw."

Grell swung the chainsaw at him and Sebastian grabbed the chair and swung it at Grell's head. What a strange battle this was becoming...

"And there is nothing to be jealous of. Unless you are jealous of my own ability to remember the things that have happened to me--which is very strange.

"But perhaps, if you put the chainsaw down," Sebastian smiled. "We could discuss this like civilized people."