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]

[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!"

[flashyaudacity]

"Unfortunately, there aren't any planes in here," Kid said before taking a sip of the punch.

He smirked at the attempts from the detectives to cover Kudo's slip. It was amusing to hear them pretend Kudo and Edogawa were different… albeit unnecessary. "We all know that's not true, tantei-kun… Unless you've taken to talking to yourself."

It took him a moment to realize that he'd actually said the thought aloud. How had… He never let things slip out like that, not when he was Kid, not when he was being careful.

He'd have to make it seem intentional; he couldn't show any sort of reaction. Casually, as if what he'd just said didn't matter in the least, he took another sip of punch.

[meitantei.livejournal.com]

...What.

You're insane, Shinichi wanted to say. Did your mom drop you on your head when you were a baby, or something? That brat's in first grade. Last I checked, I was in high school.

Unfortunately, something very different came out when he opened his mouth. "If you tell anyone, I will kill you."

Ohshitohshitohshit.

The detective gave Heiji a panicked look. What was happening to him?! "Hattori, c'mere a sec." Without even waiting for an answer, he grabbed the other boy by his shirtfront and dragged him closer to the fountain.

"Something's wrong with me," he hissed. "I can't lie, and I don't think Kid can either. He wouldn't knowingly give up that information, right? He'd try to hold it over our heads to give him the strategic advantage."

[osakapwnzu.livejournal.com]

Heiji let Shinichi drag him over to the fountain. Mostly because he was so flabbergasted by what was going on, that he didn't have time to try and fight back. His brain was processing the fact that a) Shinichi had admitted to being Conan and b) Kaitou Kid knew this piece of information already and had freely given it up. This had to be a hallucination. Next thing he knew, Kaito would come prancing into the room dressed like a police officer.

"Strategic... what...?" Heiji blinked stupidly at Shinichi. Suddenly, his brain caught up. "What the fuck man! Y'want t'get y'rself killed 'r somethin'?! What if he's with them, huh? You can totally lie, y'do it to Ran enough t'know how it's done! What d'you mean you can't lie? Y'like the guy that much?" He pointed at Kid.

[flashyaudacity]

Kid raised an eyebrow, surprised by the detective's choice of words. He wasn't going to play the game of pretending they were separate any more? But where was the fun in being direct? It was much more enjoyable to dance around the subject.

He supposed it was his own fault, in part at least. He had been more direct that usual with that slip, after all.

He watched Kudo drag Hattori away, repressing a shudder when he caught sight of the fish statue again. He dipped his head just enough for the brim of his hat to block the view of the statue, taking another drink.

[meitantei.livejournal.com]

"I mean, I can't lie," Shinichi muttered furiously. "Not right now. Everytime I try to, something else comes out. Do you think I wanted to say that?!" For being the best high school detective in all of Kansai, Hattori sure was thick sometimes. "Something really fucked up is going on." And it seemed to be happening to Kid too, to a lesser extent, but not Heiji, so it wasn't just the room. There was something else at play...

...The drinks. Maybe there was something in the "NO" punch that made you tell the truth? Shinichi normally wouldn't have believed in the existence of "truth serum," but after spending the last several months stuck in the body of a seven year old, thanks to a drug concocted for a secret criminal organization by a girl barely older than him? He was willing to suspend disbelief a little. After all, Holmes was all about the improbable, not the impossible.

"...Hattori. I think it's the punch. And if I'm right, then Kid can't lie either. He can't be Kaitou Kid all the time...he has to have some sort of 'secret identity,' right?" He couldn't believe he was saying this. "He doesn't look or sound much older than us." No, he looks and sounds kind of like me. "He's got to have a life outside of being a thief. Maybe we can...ask him about it."

[osakapwnzu.livejournal.com]

Heiji listened to Shinichi, his eyebrow slowly creeping up his forehead. And Kudo thought he was nuts? Truth serum? The inability to lie? Fuck, what kind of detective was Shinichi if he couldn't bend the truth once in a while to pull the criminal into his own trap?

"You are so fuckin' lucky you have me, Kudo," Heiji hissed. "Otherwise you 'n him'd be the Truth Twins. And this would be wasted."

Inwardly, the Detective of the West was singing the praises of whoever had landed him here. This was his shot to really one-up Shinichi. With the detective unable to tell the truth, he had to be the shadowman. This was going to be sweet.

"I'll stay away from the punch, then," he winked at Shinichi. "Yeah, I didn't think you'd say somethin' that dumb without bein' drugged. But then again, I really dunno--you've been drugged for th' majority of th' time I've known ya." Hattori laughed and walked back over to Kid.

"So, Kid," Heiji poured himself some of the Yes punch, raised the glass to the white-clad thief and took a sip. "You're our age, righ'?" He cracked a grin. "Where do you go to school, anyway?"

[flashyaudacity]

"Yes," Kid said smoothly. "I go to Ekoda High."

Had he just said that? He hadn't meant to say that... How had he managed to let that slip out? Just like with the other slip, about Kudo's shorter identity, it had just... come out.

He flashed a grin at the detectives, trying to calm his nerves. He could still salvage this. He really could.

"In fact, there's a detective in my class you're acquainted with."

Shit.

[meitantei.livejournal.com]

Results. Excellent. So Shinichi hadn't been wrong after all. It really was the punch. So just as long they avoided deep, probing, personal questions about him, they'd be fine.

More than fine. They'd have Kaitou Kid.

"A detective?" Oh, that guy. Shinichi smirked at the irony of it all. "And does Hakuba know you're right under his nose?"

And now, it was time to go in for the kill.

"What's your real name, hmm? The one that Hakuba and your other classmates know you by."

[osakapwnzu.livejournal.com]

Oh good one! Shinichi had picked up exactly on what Heiji had been driving at. If he'd simply asked what Kid's name was, he could have gotten around it easily before realizing what the punch did. Maybe the guy really did deserve to be his ultimate rival in detective work.

"Yeah," Heiji added, grinning. "What's the name they call you by at Landel's Institute?"

No escape whatsoever. They had him cornered. This would be the best day of his life.

[flashyaudacity]

"He does, actually," Kid replied. "He simply hasn't been able to prove anything."

Why was he still talking? Why could he stop himself from talking? Why was he being so... so... honest?

No matter what, though, he wouldn't answer the questions about his name. He wouldn't, and he couldn't. He opened his mouth to tell them so, but what came out instead was, "Kuroba Kaito. They call me Kyle Crowe at the Institute."

It took every ounce of his will, all his training at guarding himself to prevent him from saying anything else, to show any expression, to reveal that he really, truly had made a grave mistake in opening his mouth... one that he couldn't cover. Inside, however, he was panicking.

Oh shit oh shit oh shitohshitohshitshi--!!