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

[thebloodyjuliet.livejournal.com]

To kill or not to kill - that was the question. Shakespeare be damned for that line, Grell liked it better that way. If Hamlet had just gotten the balls up and stabbed his wretched Uncle...well, then the play wouldn't have happened. He knew what Sebastian was trying to do. There were too many people around for him not to know, especially after he'd made a threat against them all. The pipsqueak would be angry if Sebastian just left Grell to his work, and Sebastian was an ever faithful dog to his master.

Now he had to weight his options. The pros of killing Sebastian: he'd be happy with his revenge and Will likely wouldn't care so long as he didn't get trigger-happy and kill everyone else, too. The cons of killing Sebastian: he likely wouldn't stay dead and come back to kick him in the face again. The pros of talking: Getting another chance at making a pass at Sebastian ...not getting kicked in the face. Well, that decided it.

He lowered the chainsaw and shrugged, tucking it away somehow out of view before giving Sebastian a brilliant smile. "Well, if that's how it is, why didn't you say so in the beginning instead of insulting me? You never struck me as the shy type, Sebas-chan. I'm learning so much more about you already."

[erande.livejournal.com]

Why didn't he say so indeed... possibly because the smile that Grell was giving him would make any normal man's spine melt before he could try to run in horror. Fortunately, Sebastian's stomach was made of stronger stuff.

"Yes, well..." Sebastian continued the charade, feigning embarrassment. "It isn't a topic I've had much exposure to, and thus I would rather not discuss it in too much detail. It is highly improper and..."

He had to be careful not to overplay this one, otherwise he could set Grell off again. "...shameful. So whenever the subject comes up, I do things to change the subject. Such as trying to throttle you... I apologize."

[thebloodyjuliet.livejournal.com]

Watching Sebastian squirm was priceless. And even better because he knew the truth about how very, very uncomfortable this whole situation had to be making him. A snowman had a better chance in the fires of Hell than Grell had with the butler, but it was a pretty lie and Grell liked pretty things. He also liked making pretty things bleed, but that could wait for a little while longer.

"You need to work on your people skills then, darling, or all the good ones will get away." He highly doubted Sebastian cared about that, but that's what Grell was expected to say, yes? "If you're interested, I'm more than willing to teach you the finer subtleties of courtship. Or perhaps you already know how to win a woman's heart and have been holding out on me? I can't imagine that you of all people would be so timid."

And if he really was? Well, the timid usually turned bold again when they had to fight for their lives. Grell preferred it that way - the blood pumping exhilaration of battle was the perfect way to say 'I love you.'

[erande.livejournal.com]

Sebastian didn't much are if 'the good ones' got away. With every lifetime came new challenges and new people. In all the time he'd been conscious, he'd never had any use for the finer subtleties of courtship.

But now, he did--since it meant that Grell would calm down. If only a little.

"Yes, we may discuss that and my shy nature as we search. I'm certain you are as anxious as I am to get back to London." So very anxious. Being in the same room with Grell was trying, and leaving Ciel alone in the manor, Agni or no, was taxing on his mind.

[thebloodyjuliet.livejournal.com]

"As you wish." Grell turned on his heel and started for one of the doors. He'd put up with this for a little while, until Sebastian left too wide an opening and he couldn't help himself. As it was, the 'anxious to leave' vibes radiating off him were enough to make the death god twitchy. But he would be good. Just to prove that he could for a little while.

Will would be proud of him, and then maybe the man would lighten up a little if he came back covered in blood. 'I tried to be good, but he just wouldn't behave.' Somehow, that excuse seemed like it would work for all of ten seconds.

Going up to another door, he rapped his knuckles against it and listened, then tried the knob. It wouldn't turn. So not all the doors were open like the closet had been. Good to know. "Locked and sealed," Grell said, shrugging as he turned to look at Sebastian again. "But you're in a great hurry to get back. Think your master will just waste away and die without you? Or is it more that you're 'falling behind schedule,' hm?"