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

[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--!!

[meitantei.livejournal.com]

Shinichi just raised an eyebrow and turned to Hattori.

"...You made sure he was clean. Right."

[osakapwnzu.livejournal.com]

Heiji stared at Kid... Kaitou... Kaito, whoever the fuck he was, and just gaped. He didn't say anything. He didn't know what to say. Except--

"I had your back. You had mine."

[flashyaudacity]

"Hattori," he said, his physical guard dropping just a bit. He didn't want anyone to find out about his dual identity, least of all Hattori. But it was there in the open now... And maybe he could salvage it. He could say it was a joke, that he was just curious how the detective would react if he were 'Kuroba Kaito'...

"I'll watch your back for as long as you want me to," he said, quoting what he'd told the detective on his first night. What was wrong with him? Shit. It almost wasn't worth trying to cover anymore. "That's what I said."

[meitantei.livejournal.com]

Now Shinichi was really confused. He backed off slightly. "Uh...should I just leave you two alone?" He'd meant to say "Kuroba Kaito, THE CULPRIT IS YOU!" or something, but that had come out instead. And, weirder still, he actually felt a little...guilty about exploiting Kuroba's inability to lie like that. They were detectives. They were supposed to deduce the truth through hard work and intellect, not...this.

[osakapwnzu.livejournal.com]

Heiji looked down at the floor. Trying to sort through everything in his head. It wasn't working. Kaito, his best friend at the Institute was the person who had been taunting him on the bulletin board. The most wanted jewel-thief in Japan. Kuroba? No, it wasn't possible, this was a hallucination.

"Why the fuck did we do this, Kudo?" Heiji muttered, in perfect standard Japanese. "We can't catch him, or throw him in jail, or even tell anyone the truth. ...I need a drink. That isn't, you know, this crap."

Heiji tossed the glass over his shoulder and it shattered on the floor behind him.

[flashyaudacity]

He shouldn't have even approached the detectives. He should have firmly kept to the other side of the room, or found a window and flown away. This... all of this... It shouldn't have happened.

And now, it seemed, he couldn't even shut up. No, apparently he had some need to explain himself... and he was pretty sure it was because of the way Hattori was taking it. He almost winced when the detective threw his glass to the floor.

"I didn't like lying to you," he admitted. "But I couldn't tell you the truth. You've... got to understand that, Hattori."

Well, it wasn't like the hole he'd dug could really get any bigger at this point.

[meitantei.livejournal.com]

Okay, now things were really awkward. And Heiji was speaking perfect Japanese, which was just weird. Apparently even the staunchest of Osaka Tigers supporters folded under extreme pressure.

"At least you didn't have to pretend to be a first-grader?" he added helpfully, and then:

"...I'm going to destroy that fucking punch bowl."

[osakapwnzu.livejournal.com]

"Why not?" Heiji gave a hollow laugh. "Not like I could have done anything. Maybe I would have hit you, but after that... I can't... I wouldn't have..."

Heiji couldn't keep his thoughts straight. He didn't want them to be straight, anyway. He wanted them to be gone.

"I wouldn't have arrested you when we got home, or something like that. I probably wouldn't have told this punch-murdering dipstick."

The Osakan picked up a bottle of something and began trudging of to the corner. "You can read him his rights, right Conan? Kudo, whatever your name is now."

[flashyaudacity]

Kaito set his attention on Kudo, narrowing his eyes. "Why do you have to pretend to be a first-grader?" he asked. Screw caution. He didn't feel like Kid any more, and his masks had fallen away by some terrible mistake. These guys had somehow managed to pull his secrets out, and now he wanted answers himself. He was going to ask the questions he'd never looked into. "How did you end up getting turned back into a brat?"

He paused. "And what does the punch bowl have to do with anything?"

Okay, so, maybe he didn't need that one answered. Kudo was being strangely open about the whole Edogawa thing tonight, and if he'd had the same punch that Kaito had... maybe it was some of truth serum?

...Destroying the punch bowl suddenly sounded like a great idea.

More important than its destruction, however, was Hattori. The Osakan detective was moving away from them, and that weird feeling that had compelled him to explain wasn't going away. "Oi, Hattori," he called out. "What was I supposed to do? I woke up at the Institute, and the first person that I met mistook me for him." He jabbed a finger towards Kudo.

"And maybe I should have just avoided you entirely, but I didn't know what was going on. And then... then we promised to watch each other's backs, and... I considered you a friend, Hattori. I couldn't tell you because I had to protect myself from what you are, but I also had to protect you from what I'm doing."

[meitantei.livejournal.com]

Oh hell. Shinichi couldn't avoid direct questions like that. Not when he was like this, anyway. Fuckfuckfuck.

"Because if I showed up at Teitan High suddenly ten years younger than I'm supposed to be, I think people might take it the wrong way, idiot. Plus, I'm supposed to be hiding." Shit. He couldn't stop himself. That fucking punch bowl needed to go now. "A few months ago, I went to Tropical Land with my friend, Mouri Ran. Well, actually, she's my childhood friend, but everyone thinks she's my girlfriend and I'm starting to think they're right. God damn it, I can't believe I just said that. Anyway, I solved a murder on the roller coaster, and then I followed these suspicious guys who apparently belong to an international criminal organization. They jumped me and made me take some sort of drug. It was supposed to be some new poison they were trying out, but instead it just made me shrink. I adopted Conan's persona to hide from them. Hattori, you have my permission to hit me now."

It would shut him up and let the other detective take out a little bit of that rage. This wasn't Shinichi's fault, not really, but at the same time it kind of was. He'd started this, and he did feel kind of guilty about it. Somehow.

"Think about it. We've both had the punch. Hattori hasn't. We both can't lie, but Hattori doesn't seem to have that problem. The only thing that seems to be wrong with him right now is that we can actually understand him. Ergo, the punch has been spiked with something." Though, from the way Kid/Kuroba was looking at the "NO" punch, he'd probably just arrived at that conclusion.

Shinichi was a little offended at how they were both throwing thinly (and not so thinly)-veiled insults in his direction, but he was too tired and annoyed to care. And he did want a drink but was still worried that he'd turn back into Conan somehow if he overdid it.

Screw this.

"What's this about this 'institute' place, anyway? Hattori said something about a mental hospital and people thinking that he was from Canada?"

[osakapwnzu.livejournal.com]

Inwardly, Heiji knew that Kaito was right. If it had been him in Kaito's shoes, he would have kept it to himself too. But... to fight with him on the bulletin board and only frustrate him?

But if he had told Heiji the truth, then Heiji knew he would have jumped on Kaito and tried to tie him down. Only, of course, to realize later that it would do absolutely no good whatsoever. Except when they got back and Heiji turned on Kaito and turned him in.

He'd never do that... Kaito and he were friends. Heiji didn't turn on friends, period. No matter how annoying they were, or how much they deserved the situation they were in. He would never abandon or trick a friend in such a grievous manner. But did Kaito know that?

The situation had never arisen, obviously.

He heard the insults thrown at him, and he knew were he in a better mood he would've said something like:

'WELL YOU GUYS 'VE THE SAME FUCKIN' FACE AND VOICE--Y'IMPERSONATED HIM F'R ME!'

Or:

'OI OI OI, OSAKA-BEN IS PERFECTLY GOOD JAPANESE Y'STICK-UP-Y'R-ASS KANTO-ITE!'

But he sat down in the corner, looked at the bottle and muttered, "S'rry. F'r both." And he took a long, long chug.

[flashyaudacity]

"We don't know how we got there, but it's dangerous. They're far crazier than they claim we are," Kaito answered automatically, the words spilling out thanks to the punch. Dammit. "During the day, they pretend that it's a mental hospital, but there are monsters at night. They've been abducting people from different worlds and trying to convince us that our lives haven't been what they were. They claim Hattori is 'Harley Hartwell' from Canada. They claim that I'm 'Kyle Crowe,' that I was diagnosed with multiple personalities and committed after being caught shoplifting, and that my dad is still alive."

Of all the things he'd said and of all the things he could have said, that was the one that finally drew a reaction out of Kaito. His hand flew up to his mouth, covering it before he even realized what he was doing.

He hurried to cover the slip with a question.

"So what's this international criminal organization of yours?" he asked, focusing on what Kudo had said. It was probably unrelated to Snake--it had to be unrelated to Snake, but he was curious now. He was still concerned about Hattori, but now that he was curious, he wasn't going to stop asking questions until he was satisfied. There was nothing left to lose. "What criminal organization?"

[meitantei.livejournal.com]

Shinichi tried to process the information dump in a clear, logical manner. Hattori and Kuroba/Kid (he was still having a little trouble with that one, though obviously not as much as Hattori) had been abducted by a place that claimed to be an insane asylum that assigned them fake identities. The fact that they'd had to specify Hattori was Canadian was interesting. It meant that the place probably wasn't actually located in Canada. Otherwise, Kuroba would've been told he was an America (or they both would've been told they were from Canada), right? Shinichi was assuming this place was American given its geographic proximity to Canada and its status as the major world power. The United Kingdom could have the financial means for such a project, but it didn't seem quite as likely.

He needed a fucking soccer ball.

There were two sticking points, though. "What do you mean by other worlds? And...I'm sorry about your dad. That's really rough." The punch actually ensured that it wasn't just an empty platitude. Shinichi actually meant it.

"It's just called 'The Black Organization.'" The words were spilling out before he could stop them and suddenly the punch bowl seemed like a very nice substitute for a soccer ball. He kicked out at it, hoping to destroy the damn thing. "They go by aliases, all involving some sort of drink--Gin, Vodka, Vermouth...Kir, Sherry, and many others."