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

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[silent-shades.livejournal.com]

Rude was wearing his suit. He was hidden behind his shades. He'd found the alcohol. Rude, basically, should have been feeling happy. But he was unnerved.

He HATED parties.

Trying to avoid people while still keeping an eye out for a suitable rescue team (aka Reno or even Elena) Rude tried to moved invisibly around the outside of the room.

He almost bumped into another patient but caught himself just in time, almost jumping out of his skin. He REALLY hated parties.

He looked down at the....cute little patient in the clothes that wouldn't seem out of place in Wutai.
"Sorry," he muttered.

[notachick.livejournal.com]

Okita had just finished drawing a set of pink angry-looking glitter piglets circling the table, chasing butterflies and brightly colored glitter balls, when he felt someone getting uncomfortably close. Glancing up and taking a small step to the side, he found himself standing next to a rather nervous looking foreigner in a suit and shades. Nothing was more suspicious than a man who wore shades indoors, but then he was a little biased against sunglasses.

Smiling up at the man, Okita capped his pen and shook his head, putting his hands innocently behind his back as he slid the pen up his sleeve. He'd like to keep it, just in case. "Oh, don't worry about a thing. Are you enjoying the party?"

He obviously wasn't, but it didn't hurt to be a little airheaded when talking to new people. They usually let him get away with more if they thought he was a little dimwitted.

[silent-shades.livejournal.com]

With that one little side step, Rude was taken straight back to school. It was playtime and he'd been in trouble for beating up the class bully. That alone seemed unfair, but the kids that had egged him on and given him the idea had gotten off scot free. So he was avoiding them for a while and decided to try and befriend one of the lonelier children.

All his did was approach the kid. Silently. From behind. But the way the boy had stared up in horror and took that slow step backwards...you would have thought nine year old Rude was already a killer. So that's when Rude had decided to smile and things went from bad to worse. The kid shrieked and almost pissed himself as he ran off.

Rude got in trouble again and missed the next three playtimes.

But at least this one wasn't running. Just...smiling. That was so unusual for Rude to see. He was in his Turk uniform. And someone was smiling. Clueless.

His eyes wandered to the table and he tilted his head a little... weird. Cute weird, but weird. Where'd the pen gone? Not that he wanted to draw anything.

His attention was brought back by the question and he stiffened a little before giving a very quick, sharp nod. People were supposed to enjoy parties, so sure, he was enjoying it.

He lifted his cup for something to do and realised it was empty. He panicked for a moment, wondering if he'd spilled it when he'd almost walked into the other patient. But he seemed dry enough.

"I need another drink," he said. A moment later he remembered that nobody but Reno was Reno and would understand that that had been an offer. An awkward one at that.
"You want one?"

Oh god, he was failing and he knew it. He always knew it and it just made him fail harder. He got shy and quiet and, apparently, he looked a little...intimidating.

[notachick.livejournal.com]

Well, wasn't he a nervous one. In all fairness, Okita wasn't huge on parties either. He usually stayed off to the side, content to be an observer until the time was right. He'd play a prank or tell a joke and then disappear into the background again. This fellow, however, looked like parties made him remember unpleasant past events.

And now he was offering him a drink. Remembering the last time he had something to drink and the poor consequences afterward, Okita considered the offer and tapped a finger against his bottom lip. If he got something (hopefully non-alcoholic), then the man in the shades might relax a little more. Nodding, he smiled brightly and said, "Sure! I'll go with you."

[silent-shades.livejournal.com]

Rude looked at that bottom lip. Damn pretty patients. What if this was was batshit crazy? Why did Rude care! Oh man... He could kill a guy without flinching and yet when it came to making idle chit chat? No hope.

Rude turned around and walked towards the drinks table with a stiff, quick pace. He stopped and looked over his shoulder. And then he kept walking until he was there.

"What are you drinking?" he asked, pouring himself a glass of the nearest amber liquid.

[notachick.livejournal.com]

The man exuded nervous energy, so Okita tried to counter with his own light attitude. He followed after the stranger, smiling all the way and didn't hesitate to look over the arrangement of bottles and other things displayed as the as-of-yet unnamed man got his drink. Okita figured he'd save introductions for later since he still had no idea if this man had figured out his gender or not. Something told him he hadn't though - not with the way the stranger had been looking at him.

"Mm~ I think I'll just ha--" His gaze fell across a pair of punch bowls and he wandered over to it, staring first at the Yes bowl and then at No. Why in the world would bowls of punch be called Yes and No? "This!" He pointed at the bowl of punch labeled No and grinned as he poured himself a cup. "When you're told not to do something, don't you just want to try and do it anyway?"

[silent-shades.livejournal.com]

Rude looked at the bowls. He generally didn't drink from any liquid so.....exposed. He was a Turk. people would like to kill him and it wasn't like he hadn't poisoned a few drinks in his time. But then, after a few drinks, Rude was more likely to do a lot of things he wouldn't usually. Reno wasn't here to take advantage, but Rude's curiosity was. He downed his 'safe' drink and looked at the bowls.

"Usually do," he said, almost to himself. His job was basically a string of orders to do things he knew he probably shouldn't.

He leaned in and sniffed each bowl. YES contained definite alcohol, NO seemed safe. Was it just a joke? He shot his company a quick look before dipping his finger in the YES and licking it. Tasted safe. He took a cup and looked at Okita again, lifting it in a silent cheers. One of each, like an experiment, right?

"I'm Rude," he said suddenly. He waited for a reply.

[notachick.livejournal.com]

Giggling, Okita took his first sip of the punch and was pleased to find that it didn't contain any alcohol. The last time he'd gotten drunk, it had resulted in dancing - very strange dancing. And he'd gotten sick afterward. Drinking was gross. Watching Rude over the rim of his cup, he held it in both hands and smiled behind it. 'Usually do' was a good answer and the sort of answer Okita liked to hear.

The name, however, was unusual. At first, Okita thought he was trying to make a joke, but nothing came after and he realized that Rude was a name not a personality trait. "Okita. It's nice to meet you." He bowed and lowered the cup, smiling pleasantly up at Rude. A foreigner would be happier with a handshake, wouldn't they? Rather awkwardly, he put his hand forward, tilting his head at Rude. "Or do you shake hands in your country?"

[silent-shades.livejournal.com]

Giggling? Damn, that was kinda cute.

He stared as 'Okita' bowed. That was the sort of thing done is Wutai, he was sure. He was almost about to bow back, but whatever higher power there was, was having mercy and Okita offered a hand.

Physical contact (besides combat) was as common with Rude as speech. Again, nobody really wanted much to do with a Turk. But it wasn't like he was completely socially retarded. He held his hand out, wondering how one....softened such a thing. His handshakes were always firm, but he knew no other way. It wasn't like he was going to try and break any fingers.

"...."

Rude looked around and realised he was very much alone with Okita in this room full of people. "You from Wutai?"

[notachick.livejournal.com]

The handshake was firm, but Okita could tell he was holding something back. Whatever it was that Rude did for a living, it was based in physical strength and not a lot of talking. Okita could appreciate that. Off duty, he was certainly a talker, but when he was on patrol? Not so much. People usually didn't live long enough to talk when they crossed blades with him. He shook Rude's hand and then let go, still unaccustomed to that sort of greeting.

"No, I'm from Kyoto!" he said cheerily, taking another sip of his punch. If there was one good thing about all these Western foods and whatnot, it was that they were mostly sweet. While he preferred tea, he had to admit that these sweetened drinks were really nice. "I assume you're not from Wutai?"

[silent-shades.livejournal.com]

Kyoto wasn't any place that existed in Gaia. He supposed he had to accept that, since there was no point fighting it. But he couldn't help trying to analyse the name, the way it sounded. It didn't help though, he couldn't picture it, although he was sure it was something similar to Wutai in some way or another.

"Never heard of it."

He considered the question. Was 'no' a suitable enough answer or should he reveal more, despite the fact that it wouldn't make a diffe- or would it? Costa Del Sol had been mentioned in a newspaper full of foreign places.....

"Costa Del Sol," he answered, watching closely for a reaction. He knew what he was doing. He was analysing, trying to work things out. He didn't have to work and here he was, wracking his brains while Reno was probably going on a bender. Damn his ways.

[notachick.livejournal.com]

Rude was looking for a reaction and so Okita gave him nothing but innocent curiosity. Costa Del Sol didn't mean a thing to him, even if the name Wutai was somewhat familiar. He'd heard Kadaj say something like that once so perhaps this man was from that boy's world. Best to keep that to himself for now. Rude and Kadaj didn't seem the sort of people to get along well together. "It sounds like a nice place," he said, tilting his head to the side even if he obviously didn't comprehend a single thing about the name.

Different worlds meant nothing to him. It was all about time. He already had a pretty good idea that he was far before Rude's time, but then he tended to have that problem with most people in the Institute. Looking down at the table, he put his punch cup down and pulled the pen out from his sleeve, drawing a little glitter piglet on the surface. He wished he'd grabbed some other pens, too, but the pink one would have to suffice. "Is it a nice place? I've never been out of my own country. It was illegal until I was oh, about nine or ten years old."

There. The piglet was looking curiously at both bowls of punch. Okita stood up and regarded his drawing, laughing a little at it before looking up at Rude again. "It's better to relax at parties, Rude-san. You'll have more fun that way."

[silent-shades.livejournal.com]

Hm. Seemed there was no obvious knowledge of Del Sol. Not that he expected much much else.

Rude nodded and watched Okita doodle a pig. He was starting to feel creepy, since all this was rather....childlike. Well, not all doodling was. Reno had left his share of draw dicks on whatever surfaces he'd found when bored. Immature, but...not childlike.

He thought about the question and nodded. "Beach resort. Nice place to grow up." Of course his chance had been cut short in favour of Midgar, but he still liked Del Sol when he got to go back. It was the complete opposite of Midgar.

Illegal to leave a country? That seemed a little over the top. Even Shin-Ra wasn't that crazy. They just....blew up plates.
"How come? What's your country like?"

He drained his drink and folded his arms at the suggestion to relax. It was easier said then done, so he just said 'Yeah' and looked for a distraction. The pig. "You some sort of cartoonist?"

[notachick.livejournal.com]

The beach? Okita liked the sound of that. He'd never really been to the beaches very much, maybe once in his life if that. He'd been to riverbanks quite often, but never so far as the ocean. At least, not for a relaxing vacation. Slipping the pen back into his kimono sleeve, he stood up and smiled at Rude. "How exciting that sounds! I grew up inland and never had much of a chance to go to the beach. Does it really seem to stretch forever? Is it much different from swimming in a river?"

As for why his country had been closed? "Oh, that's simple. My government didn't approve of outsiders for a very long time. They restricted the flow of imports to be certain that it did not corrupt our culture." The pen made another appearance and tapped idly against Okita's chin as he thought for a moment, eyes cast to the ceiling. "But that ended awhile back when the Black Ships came and threatened to bring war to us if we didn't open our gates. Barbaric, don't you think?"

Not that a simple please would have worked, but showing up in a foreign nation's ports and saying 'open up or we kill you all' wasn't exactly Okita's idea of opening favorable overseas negotiations. Holding his sleeve open, he dropped the pen back inside and laughed as he picked up his drink. "Not much we could do about it and I don't really remember all that much besides the older people in my village getting upset."

He hadn't really cared when he'd found out to be honest. At that point in time, national politics hadn't really interested him much.

When Rude mentioned drawings, he looked down at his Saizou doodle and laughed again, bring his hand up to cover his mouth. It was another trait that the other captains teased him about as 'too feminine,' but he'd been doing it for years. Besides, his sisters had brought him up - how was he to blame? "These? No. I just like doing it to keep my hands busy. Do you like it? I can draw something else, if you'd like."

[silent-shades.livejournal.com]

To be honest, Del Sol was one of the better places that hadn't yet been ruined by Shin-Ra. Probably because Rufus had a holiday home there and, well, you don't shit on your own doorstep. Not counting Midgar. But look what had happened there.

Rude shook his head. Too many cruise ships and life for the world to seem so big. Del Sol was packed tight with life and yet it was still so at ease. If you weren't working on a ship. As for rivers and oceans...

"Never really swam in a river," he admitted, seeming to relax a little now the alcohol had warmed him. "Waded through a few. Been dragged down strong currents in others. Never swam." He'd never really had the opportunity or desire. Rivers tended to be cold right?

"So. You like swimming? Swim at the beach." It was supposed to be a suggestion, not an order, but he was still a bit uptight...

Hm. Wutai had hated outsiders. Rude was going to have to look into all these similarities between worlds but, for now...he was off duty.

Anyway, he never saw the point of rejecting outsiders, they'd only get pissed like that Black Ship lot. And, really, it sounded like something Shin-Ra would do, so he just shrugged his shoulders, rather than give an opinion. In his world, if you wanted something, you took it (so long as it seemed possible to get, anyway. They weren't stupid).

"So they weren't so bad when they got in?" he asked. See? Sometimes evil bastards could behave. Sometimes they could do good as well.

Man, Okita was being cute again. Looking kinda fragile somehow. Usually Rude was for the big breasted women who could be the cutest damn thing one minute and kick your ass the next. He liked gentleness and he liked independence.

"Busy hands, huh? I don't mind... You're good. Why pigs though?"

[notachick.livejournal.com]

Rude reminded him of Hijikata in more ways than one. He was never really off duty, his suggestions were like orders, and despite the gruff exterior, he did seem like a nice guy. Hijikata would likely glare at anyone who dared call him a 'nice guy,' but Okita remembered. He remembered all too well the kindness that Hijikata had tried to bestow upon him. He had tried so hard and yet, by pushing him where the blade lay... Ah well, ancient history now. Back to the amusing man beside him. Okita grinned and sipped his drink again, watching Rude over the rim of the cup. "Well, if you've never swam in a river, then you don't know if it's any better than the beach or not, right?"

He didn't really know what to say about the foreigners. He didn't really like them and what they had forced his country into doing. From what he had heard, the foreigners had pushed the Shogun into signing lopsided treaties that gave the West more power than it deserved over another sovereign nation. Dropping his gaze, Okita murmured, "...I wouldn't say that."

It was because of them that the war was going on. Well, there were a lot of reasons, but the rebels had seized upon the end of the seclusion and the anti-Western sentiments to spearhead their cause. And in the end, the Shinsengumi were going to lose and everyone was going to die. Unpleasant business, the lot of it.

Much better to focus on the piglets and the present. Leave the battles and the far away prophesy of blood and death to someone else for now. Setting his drink down, Okita nodded and pulled the pen back out, twirling it in his fingers. Ballpoints were much easier, but he still managed to do a pretty good job even with the fatter sparkle pen. "Yes. I don't like leaving my hands idle. They'll get me into all sorts of trouble then." He flipped the pen from finger to finger, finally pointing it at Rude with a wink. "Don't you agree?"

As for why pigs? "He's my pet. His name is Saizo." Uncapping the pen, Okita drew a set of glittery dumplings and a drink for his little paper piglet and smiled. "He was always with me back in Kyoto. I do miss him. Do you have any pets, Rude-san?"

[silent-shades.livejournal.com]

Rude shrugged again. "Maybe Landel's has it's own beach. Then you can tell me," he suggested. Snark, flirtation or merely a statement. Who could tell?

Okita didn't seem to want to talk anymore about the Black Ships. Rude was curious, since he was Black Suit and he had a feeling there was a lot he had in common with these people. But that wasn't something you went around telling their victims. Unless you wanted to upset them. Which Shin-Ra often did... But hell, you had to make friends of your enemy's enemies, right? And that's what all the patients were.

He understood the need to DO something, but for (what he thought were) different reasons. He wasn't a fidget but he'd never stopped training his mind and body if he could help it. But starting fights in Landel's, even just for training purposes, only got him in trouble. Lucky Reno.

And then...there was something here. Those words coming from Reno, he knew it would be a way of flirting. But strangers were so hard to read. Then that wink. Shit. Something about him stiffened and he seemed quieter than his usual silence for a moment. A sure sign he was getting shy.

"I guess," he said, finally. He suddenly found that he really did want to keep his hands busy. He poured two more drinks. One of each. Yes and No.

Gathering his nerves, he looked at the picture again. A pig as a pet? Pigs were food. That was their role in life. He automatically scanned the room for Reno when asked about his own pets and seemed to smile inwardly before shaking his head. "Not possible with my lifestyle."

[notachick.livejournal.com]

"If Landel's has its own beach, then I hope we'd all be able to go," Okita said, smiling as always. Whether Rude meant it as snark or anything else, he took it as an invitation for later. He'd have to remember this man and his strange sunglass-wearing habit.

Rude stiffened and Okita watched him curiously for a moment. He was a shy one, apparently. It probably wasn't very nice of Okita to keep Rude in the dark about his gender, but the guy's reactions to things were too amusing to let the charade drop just yet. Just a little bit longer if he could help it. Okita popped the pen back into his sleeve and fiddled with his half-empty drink cup, following Rude's gaze out across the party.

A partner then? Or something else? "Normally I wouldn't be able to keep one with my lifestyle either, but Hijikata-san said we should keep them for food and I couldn't in good conscience let them really get eaten, right?" Where had that come from? Well, it was the truth, but that was strange. He hadn't really intended to say all that. Oh well. Truth was better than lies. "Are you always on the go, Rude-san? It must be very difficult."

[silent-shades.livejournal.com]

Rude's face succeeded in showing some expression as his eyebrow hitched up a little. Any beach owned by Landel's wasn't likely to be a good place. Sure he'd suggested it, but he wouldn't be the sort to actually go for it.

Was Okita naive or just going along with him for kicks?

For some reason wanting to break world records, Rude's face came to life once more in a dark little smirk.

So it IS food, he thought.

"You never got hungry then?" He'd have little trouble killing his dinner if he was hungry. Seriously. He'd eat a damn kitten rather than starve. But, you know, it'd be among the last options. It'd just come way before boots and people.

He shrugged at the question. They weren't ALWAYS moving, but he'd lived in Shin-Ra quarters and, well, he just didn't like being responsible for any life but his own. And the Turks'. And the President. It was just too much trouble. He was too busy. He didn't trust Reno.

"It's not so bad. What about you?" He couldn't picture anyone but sailors and farmers and old style soldiers having a stock of animals to eat and it was foolish in either situation to get so attached to your dinner.