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

[high-prosecutor.livejournal.com]

Was that - no. No one outside, and the noise levels outside would keep anyone there from hearing. Hadn't the door locked behind him? Edgeworth thought it had, but wasn't entirely sure. He thought about disentangling himself long enough to check on the lock, but didn't.

Two things stopped him. The first was the fact that what Phoenix was doing felt too good to stop. The second was an unusual motive: the fact that he generally didn't throw caution to the wind. The concept had been drilled out of him, in favor of careful control and keeping people at a distance.

He wasn't exactly doing a good job with either at the moment. Certainly not with the latter, and for all his trying, that control was slowly slipping. He couldn't stop himself from shivering the moment Phoenix started tracing that slow path from his shoulder up his neck. What was giving up a little more?

It was thrilling, that was what. The decision made, Edgeworth slipped his fingers from their place in Phoenix's hair, running a single finger across his jaw and down his neck. He didn't need to look down to find the knot in his tie and start working it loose.

[pleading-ngri.livejournal.com]

There seemed a coy deliberation in the way he ran that finger -- just one finger, as if he were checking for dust or just didn't particularly care. As if, well, he supposed he could remove the tie, as long as they were doing that sort of thing. He couldn't deny that there had been a part of him that had always appreciated that aspect of Miles, the unconscious habit of poise and self-restraint that he wore as naturally as skin. But there was a forbidden thrill in seeing where it warped and yielded, and as the shiver betrayed the bluff of nonchalance Phoenix grinned, humming low against the ear he'd worked his way up to, a falling tone full of appreciation and anticipation and, just below the surface, a hint of approval.

It would have been difficult to take that approval as condescension, though, as his back arched accommodatingly to the hand pressed flat against the rumpled cloth of his suitcoat, favoring it with a bit more weight, a bit more pliancy. He lapped a little further up, teasingly or testingly even he couldn't say, tip of his tongue tracing the dip behind his ear and following forward to the bottom edge of the lobe.

[high-prosecutor.livejournal.com]

Miles quickly untied the knot in Phoenix's tie, then paused, distracted in the best possible way by that low hum in his ear. He answered with one of his own, pitched just a little lower, all approval and just a hint of anticipation. That pause didn't last for long, and a second later, he started working on the buttons at his collar. If there had been a little flirtatious deliberation a moment before, now his movements were slow, as much teasing as anything else.

He tilted his chin up just a bit, smirking when he felt that arch upward - a smirk that read, 'this is all going according to plan'. Which it was; he took that little bit of extra pliancy and used it to his advantage. With each button he undid, Miles used that height discrepancy just a little, lightly pushing Phoenix back a little more.

[pleading-ngri.livejournal.com]

Phoenix couldn't necessarily say that he wanted the upper hand more than he wanted whatever that cat-got-the-cream smirk and the pressure of those certain, steady-moving hands was promising. He let it be known that he was not going down without protest, though, nipping at his earlobe before sinking down to his elbow. It was more comfortable than he would have expected slouching on top of a desk to be, though lightheaded as he was he wasn't sure he would have been able to call anything short of concrete physical harm 'uncomfortable.'

That was until he straightened entirely, a motion which pulled his pants tight across the hips -- definitely tighter than they'd been a few minutes ago. That was uncomfortable. He flushed as he bent one knee, bracing the heel of his shoe against the side of the desk, which was a more forgiving position but not very helpful otherwise. Still not fooling anyone, Phoenix.

He glanced up with a half-smile, voice coming out rougher and softer than he intended, hazy-edged with intrigue and, much as he would've liked to deny it, a certain amount of nervous anticipation. "Planning something?" he asked, too distracted to even try to make that into a complete sentence.

[high-prosecutor.livejournal.com]

"I might be." There was more than a hint of a teasing laugh in Edgeworth's voice.

He looked down at Phoenix, letting his eyes wander for a moment, then ran that same finger back up his neck and across his jaw again. "I might just be planning to look at you." That smirk grew a little wider, and he laughed.

"I don't think either of us really wants that, though." With that, he moved in, first kissing Phoenix's lips, then moving to the side. He reversed Phoenix's previous actions, beginning by flicking his tongue over his earlobe, then moving down and trailing slow kisses down his neck.

[pleading-ngri.livejournal.com]

It was simultaneously alien and wonderful to watch Edgeworth enjoy himself like this, and Phoenix didn't look away from him, nerves melting from his expression and leaving only quiet pleasure. Seeing the prosecutor lastingly satisfied or relaxed in any way had been a rare sight for most of his memory, and it was even rarer that he saw such a response elicited by something more than simple relief. But here he was, enjoying a conquest divorced from winning or losing. Taking that self-satisfied moment to make it clear that he had what he wanted.

What he wanted. The thought sent a rush of embarrassingly sentimental, comforting warmth through Phoenix. A year or more of thinking that he must have been simply a comfortable fact of life, a voice and a badge and an office, remained still and immutable at the back of his mind. There was still a wonderful newness to the very idea what he would be wanted -- that he could be wanted. He laughed with quiet pleasure, inclining his head beneath the light, alluring touch tracing its same path back up his neck, allowing himself a little shamelessness and leaning up into the kiss. This is nice. This is-

"Ah-!" He couldn't quite silence the vocal edge of the gasp, caught off-guard by the sudden arc of heatlightning the flickering tongue sent racing down to the base of his spine. That's . . . more than nice, he thought dizzily, finding that somewhere in the tensing and gasping he'd shoved a hand inside Edgeworth's suit and was now grasping his vest where it lay over his side. Then the split-second reverie was over and there was the mouth again, moving down his neck; he hummed low, eager gratification as each one continued to creep down from the last.

[high-prosecutor.livejournal.com]

That one noise opened the floodgates in Miles' memory. Had that one night in the past really only been a few weeks ago? It felt more like months, almost a year ago now, what with the vagaries of how time operated in this place. It would have been easy to lose focus, to let the questions of how it was possible for time to pass so slowly and why Phoenix had disappeared and reappeared distract him.

Then, that low hum snapped him back into reality. Only you could start thinking too much at a moment like this. At least think about what happened then. He flushed at the thought of those memories, and even more so when he realized he was physically responding to them.

That flush didn't keep him from what he was doing. He had worked his way down to just above the crook of Phoenix's neck. Miles let his tongue trace slow circles over his skin, then nipped the same spot.

[pleading-ngri.livejournal.com]

The perfectly-mirrored clip of teeth elicited a half-vocal, grinning 'hah' from Phoenix, half laugh and half pant, as he cocked his head and glanced down at the shine of gray hair as well as he could from the corner of his eye. It felt amazing, everything he was doing -- so of course Phoenix did the only natural thing, and pressed his luck.

"The great Miles Edgeworth, copying a lowly defense attorney?" he taunted breathlessly, the heel of the shoe behind Miles' knee running slowly up the back of his thigh. It was deliberately provocative, but then again, so was pushing someone down on a desk and kissing them stupid.

He didn't suppose that bit of jab and parry would ever quite leave their interactions, and to be truthful he didn't mind that idea in the slightest. But that flush, the chance to fluster him, was the only chink in his armor that he could see right now, and he moved for it on instinct.

[high-prosecutor.livejournal.com]

Touche, Wright. But then again, isn't imitation supposed to be a form of flattery? With that he switched sides, nipping again, and harder this time. If it left a mark, well, that wasn't his fault, now, was it? No, it most certainly wasn't. "What was that you said about copying?"

He didn't give Phoenix a chance to respond before moving up to his ear, flicking his tongue over that lobe. "No, really. What was it? I'd love to hear."

[pleading-ngri.livejournal.com]

The hard pressure bloomed to a sting, then slowly down to a tingle -- not that Phoenix even had time to process that before that voice was at his ear, all honeyed courtesy and challenge. He shivered, groaning frustration.

"Honest question," he managed throatily, show of resistance betrayed by the way he did not make any movement away, or even obliquely. Not that he easily could have, practically pinned as he was, but it was possible. Still, for the moment it didn't even occur to him, the parts of his brain he liked to consider clever and innovative neatly drowned by those chanting more, more, more.

[high-prosecutor.livejournal.com]

"Was it?" There was that taunting laugh again, but this time a little more ragged, a little less composed and careful. It shattered that air of feigned indignance - if it hadn't already been shattered. Miles wasn't entirely sure, and if he was honest about it? He didn't care.

He changed positions again, moving down and kissing the same spot he'd nipped at a moment earlier, then moved back up, positioning himself just millimeters away from Phoenix's lips. "Somehow, I doubt that."

[pleading-ngri.livejournal.com]

He smirked, hand sliding up the thick cloth of the vest to grasp the band where it crossed Miles' shoulder, still shaking loose flecks of glitter that obligingly scattered across Phoenix's shirt. Whenever they finally left this room, there wasn't going to be much of a question as to what exactly had taken them so long.

"I'm not surprised," he murmured wryly, and pulled himself up to the taunting, barely-denied mouth before the turbulence of breath and words palpable against his kiss-sensitive lips could drive him any deeper into distraction.

[high-prosecutor.livejournal.com]

Miles pushed deeper and harder into the kiss, with a low noise that was by thirds approval, desire, and anticipation. He was vaguely aware that he was still sparkly, and probably transferring a lot of that glitter, but that had stopped mattering quite a while ago.

And when, exactly, had his hand moved from its position on his back and slipped under that blue jacket, almost-but-not-quite gripping his shirt? That didn't matter, either. In fact, it made it easier to press Phoenix closer.

[pleading-ngri.livejournal.com]

It was hard for Phoenix to entirely mute the curiosity always sparking at the back of his mind -- how many times had they done this already? What had he done before? He could guess at what he might have done two years ago. How he would have reacted, back when the world was still so big and bright and any moment ready to burst open at the seams. Back when he was still half-awed with his own ability to pull down giants. He could imagine how a situation like this would have struck him then, back before really knowing for himself the terrifying, immutable truth of locks and ransoms and the madmen() who wielded them. Back before he knew just how helpless he could feel.

For a split-second, he wondered if Miles was actually aware of who he was kissing.

But no. Edgeworth wasn't stupid. He knew about the intervening years. He might have pursued him based only on a person he remembered, but . . . well. Hadn't Phoenix himself done something similar? At that thought he smiled slightly against the kiss, sinking another few inches toward the desk, pulling Edgeworth with him. They could both be right. It had happened before.

[high-prosecutor.livejournal.com]

There were those memories again, brought back by Phoenix's action. It was hard to reconcile that two-year time gap with the fact that there were things that hadn't changed. He could still smile - an actual smile, not a smirk or a grin or a sneer - even when his lips were otherwise engaged, just as he had before.

Miles didn't know every detail of that two-year gap, but he thought he had a grasp on the more important details. Those two years couldn't have been easy. You didn't come out of a difficult situation without it leaving its mark.

I'm glad you didn't end up so frustrated and so angry at yourself that you chose to run away from the world rather than face it. I did enough of that for the both of us.

He pulled away long enough to get a full breath, then kissed Phoenix again, this time with renewed enthusiasm. At the same time, Miles bent low and pressed him down against the desk's surface.

[pleading-ngri.livejournal.com]

Phoenix actually sunk back gratefully; the leaning would have been fine, but with all of the pushing and pulling it was starting to make his shoulder tired. Besides -- this finally freed up his hands again, which he considered nothing but a good thing. Not that he remembered this right away. In truth, he was so blissfully wrapped up in a kiss that had begun to creep from merely 'impassioned' toward the territory of 'lingual inspection of dental work,' that the broad, certain hands pressing him down did nothing but elicit a small shiver and noise of encouragement.

Only then did he realize that he had two hands again and reached between then, finding the broad, fabric-covered buttons of Miles' vest and working them open impatiently. He finished and ran his hands down the front of his shirt, along the dips and planes of his body finally palpable beneath the thin, warm cloth. Better. Much better.

[high-prosecutor.livejournal.com]

Those light touches sent another jolt of electricity racing down Miles' body, and there was no stopping the shiver and moan that came with it. Even if he could have, he didn't want to stop that reaction - all he wanted at that moment was to encourage Phoenix to do that again and do it now.

It was in that spirit that he broke the kiss and pulled away, a teasing smile coming over his face. He slipped out of his suit jacket and tossed it onto the desk. There. That was more like it.

That smile stayed fixed as he bent down again, this time only briefly kissing Phoenix's lips before moving down to his neck again.

[pleading-ngri.livejournal.com]

Until the coat rustled into a heap off to one side, Phoenix hadn't really given that much thought to how big this desk was. But it was impressive. Broad. The thought occurred to him, somewhere the split-second of fine hair brushing his temple and breath on his neck, that it looked awfully sturdy, too.

Whoa whoa whoa whoa, back up, just what do you think you're suggest-ohgod. The upright and moral protests of his inner monologue stopped abruptly the second Miles' mouth went back to his neck, and he found himself half-gripping the backing of his vest in response, groaning and pressing the nails of bent fingers in long, straight lines down the black silk.

[high-prosecutor.livejournal.com]

Miles looked up, feigning surprise at that reaction. "Like that, Wright?" He didn't have to ask, and he knew they both knew it. He just wanted to hear what the answer would be.

It was tempting to make him wait, hear that answer first, before doing anything else, but he decided against it. He moved a little further down, letting his tongue move in slow, deliberate circles.

If he was going to tease, after all, he might as well do it with both words and actions, right?

[pleading-ngri.livejournal.com]

Somewhere in the muddle of aroused, disorganized thoughts spinning in Phoenix's head was a very strong one regarding Edgeworth being a complete and utter bastard, which was less angry and more appreciative than he ever would have admitted to himself.

He bit back the better part of the noise that particular action elicited, burying the fingers of one hand in Miles' hair. "I think so," he managed, the necessary few panting breaths that preceded it ruining any attempt to be coy. "-but you know me. I could always use a bit more convincing."

[high-prosecutor.livejournal.com]

"Is that so?" Miles traced another, slower, circle, then pressed a kiss into its center. "If that's the case, I'll just have to try harder to convince you, won't I?" He scraped his teeth over the spot he had just kissed.

He moved a hand to Phoenix's shoulder, gripping it tightly, and then his eyes flew open, the realization of how easy it would be to climb up and on top of him slamming into his brain. What am I thinking? I can't do - well, no. I could do that, and I really want to, but there's only one way it could be taken, and...

It was still tempting, however; it was almost enough to be irresistible. Miles only just managed to hold himself back, instead focusing that energy on getting Phoenix to make that noise he'd only just stifled a moment earlier. He moved down and to the base of his neck, kissing hard and alternating between flickering the skin with his tongue and nipping it lightly.

[pleading-ngri.livejournal.com]

If he'd been tempted to forget, even for a second, that once Miles put his mind to something there was very little that could divert him, then that was a more than adequate reminder. Phoenix held back his voice until the urge to show his appreciation threatened to emerge as a writhe instead, finally gasping out a few short, unmistakably vocal pants.

Alright, consider me persuaded. Bang the gavel, call in the bailiff, I am one hundred percent guilty of liking that, he thought (more or less -- he couldn't say with certainty that his mental grammar was still that correct). But his reply to the as-yet unanswered question instead emerged as a simple, breathless, and entirely unintentionally eager 'yes'.

He felt his face flood crimson the moment the word escaped -- he wasn't so far gone as to not realize what that sounded like -- a second later trying to append a few more words quickly and with a minimal amount of stuttering. "Yeah. Convinced."

[high-prosecutor.livejournal.com]

Miles looked up the minute Phoenix answered. That one word, said the way it was, combined with the way Phoenix looked right now - hair falling out of its usual neat spikes, flushed, breathless - there weren't words for what it was doing to him. That cool facade was gone, and he knew his eyes were telegraphing the mix of heated emotions that replaced it.

The question of how far was too far popped back into his head, the one coherent thought in the sea of half-formed, muddled ones. He moved up, kissing his earlobe again, and whispered, "I - I can't promise I'll want to stop if I keep going. No. I know I won't want to."

He paused, face turning the color of his suit. He needed to wait and to ride out the sudden wave of nervousness, before speaking again. "What do you want me to do?" Congratulations. You're once again twenty-four going on sixteen.

[pleading-ngri.livejournal.com]

The second that question was voiced, Phoenix bit his tongue, waiting out the sudden feeling that he was going to laugh or moan or die or something that would come off far too strongly. The feeling settled back like a low tide and he exhaled with a shudder, making a futile attempt at actually thinking in a sober and patient manner. The way that Edgeworth had asked seemed to request deliberation (and he still wondered at it, how he could be so polite right now. half-dressed and pinning Phoenix to a stranger's desk, eyeing him in a way that, if looks could fuck, would have necessitated a cigarette by now -- and he still managed to pause, conscientiously asking opinions and warning of consequences).

He wasn't sure he even wanted to contemplate, not when every inch of him was clamoring something, anything, everything in reply. He craned his head to look at him from the corner of his eye, whispering his answer with a crooked quirk of his lips. "Do you want the list alphabetically, or chronologically?"

[high-prosecutor.livejournal.com]

Edgeworth smirked, then hummed. "I think I want it sorted by location," he said.

He didn't give Phoenix a chance to respond to that statement. He nipped at his ear one last time, then moved his free hand up to his shoulders, pushing his jacket off.

That done, he pulled away, looking at him again, all anticipation. He didn't stay away too long, though, leaning in and kissing him hard.