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

[no-chan-allowed.livejournal.com]

Really fucked up, huh. Well, considering the stuff he'd seen during his time living at Kaoru's dojo, 'really fucked up' wasn't much to go on. The last few years had been pretty calm, though. Maybe 'really fucked up' was just something that followed Sano around.

"I'm fifteen," he announced, a note of pride in his voice. After all, it had been Sano who first told him about the coming of age...but then, shouldn't Sano have remembered it?

The second voice came as somewhat less of a surprise...a reassurance, in fact, since it meant they couldn't be in Mongolia. No one in Japan could kidnap Kenshin. Yahiko was sure of that much. "Look! He came all the way back and didn't even bother to send us a stupid letter!" Now that he was sure they were in Japan, spun to show Kenshin the full depth of his anger with Sano. Once his eyes met Kenshin's, though, they widened again and his mouth fell open.

Yahiko hadn't noticed anything weird about Sano's appearance, because it had been almost five years since they'd last spoken. Kenshin, on the other hand, he'd seen less than a week ago...and this sure as hell didn't look like Kenshin. For one, he'd somehow regrown two feet of hair in a couple days, and he also wore a sword identical to the one at Yahiko's waist. The scar on his cheek was darker than he remembered, and most unsettling of all, there was an almost unnoticable dimness beneath the man's usual cheerful smile.

"What's going on," Yahiko said, his eyes moving from one to the other with renewed unease. A couple minutes ago, this had just been strange and a little annoying, but now it seemed like something was seriously wrong.

[damnrudecock.livejournal.com]

"Fifteen, huh?" Sanosuke had to admit, he shared a little of that pride too. Seemed like Yahiko had turned out pretty good, despite everything that had happened. He was about to explain a bit more when Kenshin showed up.

"You're late Kenshin," Sanosuke playfully teased his friend, then gave a rather carefree shrug. "Hell if I know. Yahiko saw me, then asked about Mongolia." It made a bit more sense when the kid started talking about Sano coming back, though. Truthfully, he had felt an urge to go beyond Japan for awhile. Guess in the 5 years that had passed, he'd managed to do it.

"Calm down, yeah? I told you it was fucked up." Sanosuke put a hand on Yahiko's shoulder. "Where we're at, they just...take people. From all sorts of different places and even times. There's more to it than that, but for now we should enjoy what we can. We don't get breaks like this much."

Sanosuke met Kenshin's gaze, knowing the rurouni would understand, and hoping like hell he would agree.

[degozaruyo.livejournal.com]

Fifteen. Kenshin beamed at that. Yahiko was a man now. The sword that he wore was testament to that. There were only two ways that Yahiko would have inherited Shinuchi, and from the way he'd reacted, Kenshin figured that it wasn't because he'd died. No, he'd given it to him on his fifteenth birthday. Genpuku. And, seeing him with it, he knew it was the right choice.

Understandably, though, the kid wasn't reacting to all of this very well. Kenshin imagined that he'd changed some from how Yahiko had seen him last. Sano was trying to explain it best he could, but it had to be a shock. Time for an object lesson.

"Yahiko, see that man over there?" Kenshin pointed over to where Okita was standing with a tall bald man. "That's Okita Souji from the Shinsengumi. He's been dead since the first year of Meiji, but there he his. This place is no respecter of personal timelines. Sano and this one are from slightly earlier than you remember, right?"

[no-chan-allowed.livejournal.com]

Yahiko couldn't help smiling at the reactions to his age; particularly Sano's, since he'd seen Kenshin respond with pride only a few days prior. He still felt the glow of accomplishment himself, and probably would for a long time to come. Unfortunately, the fact that his age was fresh news to the person who'd actually declared him an adult detracted a bit from the satisfaction.

Yahiko looked up to Sano and opened his mouth to ask another question, but was cut short by Kenshin's explanation. Immediately, his eyes fixed on Okita, and it seemed like the boy was thinking dangerously hard about the situation.

Nope. It still didn't make any sense. These things were coming from Kenshin and Sano, though, and Kenshin and Sano wouldn't lie to him. Yahiko shook his head, showing that he didn't understand, but when he looked back to the pair it was clear he'd accepted the explanation anyways.

"I don't know." His gaze returned to Sano as he prepared to answer Kenshin's question. "You kinda look like you looked when you left Japan. And you..." Yahiko's voice trailed off as he searched Kenshin's face with a hint of unease. "You haven't looked like that for a long time."

[damnrudecock.livejournal.com]

Sanosuke was kind of surprised that something didn't catch on fire with how hard Yahiko was thinking, but at least he seemed to take them at their word. That was about all Sano had been able to do too, when he first got there. But he could impart some of the lessons he'd learned. "Yeah. Don't throw crap at Okita. Or break down his door. The guy's really fond of it.". For whatever reason.

He shook his head at Kenshin though, rolling his eyes. "Only.a guy who looks like you would describe damn close to five years like that." His expression grew more serious, the inevitable path where his thoughts led not a happy one. "Kenshin's from just after we got back from fighting Shishio in Kyoto. And me...I was just coming back to Tokyo after that bastard Enishi did what he did."

Not happy at all, and Sano clenched his jaw in anger at the fresh wound.

[degozaruyo.livejournal.com]

"He also enjoys stabbing people with various household accouterments. Namely, pens and Western-style silverware," Kenshin added helpfully. "In short, probably best to stay out of his way. Just make sure to be civil to him." Okita would definitely want to meet Yahiko, now that he was here. He'd want to size up the "threat" of another one of Kenshin's friends. Even if that threat came in the form of a fifteen year old boy.

The rurouni looked hurt. "What do you mean, 'looks like this one?'" It was a good way to approach what Yahiko had said. How, exactly, did he look different? He hadn't radically changed his appearance since he left the Inshin Shishi and started tying his hair lower.

"How are you getting on, Yahiko?" he asked a little more seriously. "How's the dojo?"

[no-chan-allowed.livejournal.com]

Oh. Oh. That...explained a lot.

Again, Yahiko's expression was uncharacteristically thoughtful, but again, it didn't last very long. So Sano didn't remember defeating Enishi, and Kenshin...well, Sano'd probably told him what happened, if the 'bastard' comment was any indication. They both thought...

"Well, you look like an old man," he told Kenshin with a devious grin. "And Sano, you went all over the world! America and Arabia and Mongolia. The dojo's doing great. I teach there now." His eyes sparkled with excitement as he glanced back and forth between them, watching reactions. "You cut off your ponytail, too," he said, then, as if an afterthought, added, "your kid has one kinda like it, but he looks more like Kaoru."

[damnrudecock.livejournal.com]

It would've pretty damn easy to get too pissed off to enjoy the party then, but Sano didn't let it happen. Not just for himself, but for Yahiko and Kenshin too. It helped that Yahiko seemed so bright, despite the way things had turned out.

But before he had a chance to tease Kenshin about looking like an old man, Yahiko dropped two huge surprises: Kenshin had a kid, and the kid looked like Kaoru. But that wasn't possible, was it? How the hell could it happen when Kaoru was dead?! "Just what the hell are you saying, Yahiko?" Now it was the fighter's turn to be slack-jawed in confusion.

[degozaruyo.livejournal.com]

Kenshin just stood there and blinked, trying and failing to process what Yahiko had just told him.

"...Oro?!"

[no-chan-allowed.livejournal.com]

"Yup!" Yahiko's broad smile and enthusiasm remained undimmed by the other two's confusion. For the moment his attention focused on Kenshin, who'd seemed the most destroyed by her apparent death. "Enishi was keeping her prisoner on an island, and you rescued her. Well, we helped. But she's okay! He didn't even hurt her. He couldn't hurt her because she reminded him of Tomoe."

The words came out in an unbroken stream that seemed to take more air than Yahiko's body should have been able to contain, and when finished, he took a deep and audible breath. Not five seconds had passed, though, before he turned to Sano and continued. "Gein, the puppet guy Kenshin fought. He made a doll that looked just like her, and that's what all of us saw. Aoshi figured it out."

Some of the details were irrelevant and some of the relevant details had been left out, but it wasn't often that Yahiko had the chance to deliver such good news. He folded his arms, still grinning although his eagerness had shifted to pleased confidence. "So it's just like what I told Tsubame," he added. "All of us were together in the end."

Even if he was the only one to remember it.

[damnrudecock.livejournal.com]

Sanosuke really couldn't help but just stare at Yahiko for several moments, silently trying to sort through everything the kid had just said. Kaoru was alive after all, not even hurt. Somehow that bastard had fooled them all. But she was alive somehow. And Yahiko was still a little ass.

All in all, it put Sano in the best mood he'd been in for days.

"Don't look so cocky there!" Laughing because he knew Yahiko had every right to look cocky, Sanosuke playfully punched the top of the kid's head. Then he wrapped an arm around Yahiko's shoulders, pulling him close in an affectionate hug.

"Yeah, sounds like you were right." The excitement bright in his eyes, Sanosuke looked to Kenshin, who had taken the news as hard as the fighter had. "Shit Kenshin! She's not dead!"

Then some more thoughts fell into place, and Sanosuke almost howled. "And you've got a kid! Ha! Oh man, we need some serious alcohol to celebrate this!"

[degozaruyo.livejournal.com]

Kaoru was alive. Somehow, he horrible thing that Sano had told Kenshin would come to pass had, in fact, come to pass...but somehow, she had lived through it. Kenshin's eyes widened, and for a moment he wasn't sure that his legs would hold him. Luckily, the moment passed.

"That's...this one is glad," he said softly, still looking quite dazed.

Then the second part of what Yahiko--and now Sano--had said sunk in.

A kid. He had a child.

Now he really needed to sit down. "A drink might...be nice."

[no-chan-allowed.livejournal.com]

"Jeez! I'm not a little kid anymore!" Yahiko attempted to bat Sanosuke's hand away, but the expression he gave was one of the least convincing scowls he'd ever worn.

A celebration was definitely in order. Yahiko didn't understand any of what they'd tried to explain to him about this place, but with Sano off on the mainland and Europe and America and all those other crazy places, they'd never had a chance to celebrate Kenshin's marriage or Kenji's birth. If only Kaoru had been here (and 'here' had been the Akabeko, and Tsubame had been their waitress), everything would have been absolutely perfect!

Speaking of which...where was the waitress, anyways? Yahiko could see a bunch of bottles and some tables, but this didn't seem to be a normal restaurant or tea house. He looked from one of his companions to the other as he waited for someone to do whatever had to be do to get drinks in a place like this.

"So none of you you remember any of that? How long have you been sitting around here, anyway? Why didn't you escape?"

[damnrudecock.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, yeah, I hear you." Sanosuke's grin turned devious, and he raised a fist in the air. "Guess I'll just have to hit Yahiko the man harder next time." Between the good news, the familiar face, and Kenshin's priceless reaction, Sanosuke was in the best damn mood he'd been in for a long time, even since before he got here.

Plus, there was alcohol. And who was Sanosuke to miss an opportunity to drink? Figuring things probably worked close to how they did the last time, Sanosuke only needed a minute to find the alcohol table, and less than that to start dragging both Kenshin and Yahiko over to it. By their shirts if necessary. "Alcohol first. Then you can sit Kenshin."

But Yahiko was too damn perceptive, and Sanosuke sighed. They should tell him the truth, but the truth was fucked up, just like he'd said. Sanosuke got serious for a moment, turning to Yahiko, and shaking his head. "We'll tell you all of it later. Just...where we are isn't so easy to get away from. And it's not so easy to live in either." Place liked to fuck with people's heads worse than even Enishi did. "So let's just live in the moment for now, all right? It's a party, and we should be having a good time!"

[degozaruyo.livejournal.com]

Trust Sano to find alcohol right off the bat. Sighing, Kenshin followed/was dragged by his shirtfront over to the table. The bowls of punch he avoided; better to stick with something that was familiar. He poured himself a little sake instead. He really did need it--what with the woman he loved who was supposed to have died sometime in the future suddenly being alive and all. And she was apparently married to him. And they'd had a child together.

The rurouni found a chair and sank into it, cradling his head in one arm and his liquor in the other.

"We...have a son?" He'd meant to reiterate what Sanosuke had said about Landel's, but for some reason the question was out before he knew it. He hadn't even taken a drink yet!

[no-chan-allowed.livejournal.com]

Once Sano started dragging Kenshin, Yahiko followed eagerly. At least one of them knew how to do this.

"His name's Kenji," Yahiko said as looked over the colorful bottles. So many different types of alcohol! He'd never heard of most of them, so he'd have to try everything. He picked up a blue bottle and a glass. "He likes to climb onto the dojo roof and wait for someone to rescue him," Yahiko continued as he poured. "Kaoru spoils him rotten!"

If Yahiko hadn't known better, it might have seemed that Kenshin wasn't happy about this whole thing. He looked at Sano questioningly. Having a wife and baby was a good thing, last time he checked, but maybe Kenshin was just being polite about it.

[damnrudecock.livejournal.com]

Sanosuke had to catch himself, almost teasing Yahiko about being too young to handle alcohol. But this Yahiko was fifteen, and that meant Sano would have to drink him under the table before proper mocking could begin. Somehow, the fighter thought he could handle it.

Grabbing a bottle, he had to laugh at the state of things in the dojo. "Sounds about right for Jo-chan." Dear god, Kenshin had a kid. Wherever he was--Mongolia or some shit--Sano's future self better get his ass back to Japan to see it.

The fighter took a long swig of alcohol that wasn't sake, but still had a damn good burn to it. He noticed Yahiko looking at him, and grinned. "Hey, he's in shock, you know? Just a couple of days ago Kenshin actually said he loved Jo-chan, and now he's hearing this." A shock to the system was an understatement, and it didn't help that Kenshin wasn't drinking.

"He, Kenshin." Sanosuke wasn't about to be the only one drunk off his ass that night. "You need someone to help you get that sake down? I could pour it down you"re throat if you're having that much trouble."

Of course, Sano was kidding. Mostly.

[degozaruyo.livejournal.com]

Oddly enough, Kenshin was actually something of a lightweight. Even when he'd been active as an assassin (and thus drinking much more heavily), he hadn't been able to handle very much liquor. He'd never been truly drunk, and he never trusted himself to be. Still, that didn't stop him from taking a rather large gulp right now.

"Kenji. Right." He did his best to look very pleased with himself, and actually did a passable imitation of it. He was pleased. After all, he was apparently a father now. Five years in the future. Somehow.

But he was also extremely thrown. Somehow, he'd never really thought that children of his own would ever come into the picture. And yet, here was a teenage Yahiko telling him about the son he was supposed to have with the girl he loved but had also been told had died horribly at the hands of his former brother-in-law. It was more than a little strange.

He took another drink.

"No, Sano. This one thinks he'll manage, thanks."

[no-chan-allowed.livejournal.com]

Sanosuke's explanation made sense, he supposed, but Yahiko still would have preferred a bit more cheer. Not to be outdone by the other two (after all, this was the first time they'd seen him as an adult), Yahiko quickly downed the glass of bitter liquid and quite nearly gagged. What the hell was this stuff? It must have been twice as strong as sake.

Stubbornly, he poured himself another glass. "If this place is as bad as you guys say, then good shocks need even more celebration." He poured again, and this time passed the bottle to one of the others in case anyone had taken his expression as a sign of immaturity rather than a sign that the booze was better used to strip lacquer from furniture. "Hey! I wonder if they'll show up, too? Then you can see for yourself!"

[damnrudecock.livejournal.com]

There. Things were slowly starting to sink in, and Kenshin would relax soon enough. Either that, or Sano would just have to smack the tension out of the guy. Even if he understood why, it wasn't like Sano could let Kenshin walk around in a daze or something.

Unfortunately for Yahiko, passing off the bottle to Sanosuke wasn't taken as polite sharing. "Giving it up already?" His grin was pretty wicked, Sano leaning in to look down at the boy who was still shorter than him. "Don't tell me you're a lightweight, Yahiko-kun."

His smile dimmed a bit when Yahiko started talking about the others there, though. It wouldn't be at all good if they showed up, but Sano wasn't going to go into that then. It was a fucking celebration, after all.

[degozaruyo.livejournal.com]

Kenshin, on the other hand, was still playing the nagging parent. Maybe he'd be a better father than he thought. "Yahiko, this one has nothing against you drinking that...but are you sure you want to drink it so quickly?" It smelled pretty vile.

He looked away when the kid--no, young man--mentioned Kaoru, and now Kenji. The last thing he wanted was for his family to be here. He didn't even want Yahiko--who he'd obviously found capable enough to inherit his sakabatou--here.

But he didn't want to ruin Sano's mood.

[no-chan-allowed.livejournal.com]

"I've got a lot of stuff to try, here!" Yahiko argued, indicating the array of partially-filled bottles that would be the downfall of more than one person before the evening ended. He grabbed another bottle, this one green. Was western alcohol color-coded or something?

The top of Yahiko's head didn't quite reach Sanosuke's shoulder, but considering that the last time they'd seen each other he'd been at eye level with the man's elbows, the difference in height wasn't much of an intimidation. His proud grin remained, and he accepted the challenge with a firm nod. "We'll see who's a lightweight," he said, taking a swig from the green bottle and immediately wrinkling his nose. The glass had been forgotten for the time being.

[damnrudecock.livejournal.com]

"See, now that's the spirit." If Kenshin was the nagging parent, Sanosuke was the best friend who few parents thought they wanted for their kids, but who was a damn good role model in most cases. Just not when it came to alcohol. He took another swig of his own bottle, and decided he liked the western alcohol stuff okay, even if it wasn't as good as sake. It was still strong enough to likely give him a pleasant buzz (or much much worse) later on down the line.

Yahiko was Yahiko though. Easily goaded as always, and Sanosuke was pretty glad to see traces of the bad habit still there. Wouldn't be as fun if he'd changed too much growing up. Sano turned to Kenshin, and saw what the rurouni was thinking about all this--wasn't hard to tell, considering he was the guy who knew Kenshin best. So he did what any good friend would do in such a situation, and reached over to whack Kenshin in the head.

"You're only allowed to stay shocked for so long you know." Sano didn't want Yahiko here either, but damn it, the kid was. But this was one of the few times they didn't have to worry making plans or running from monsters, and damn it, none of them needed to be pissed about it yet. Especially not Sano himself.

Fucking place didn't offer them a lot of luxury. Sanosuke thought they should all take it while they could.

[degozaruyo.livejournal.com]

This was not going to go well. Kenshin pinched the bridge of his nose, shaking his head. "Just don't throw up on the table," he said, sounding resigned. If they were that resolved to get drunk, there probably wasn't much stopping them. The rurouni would just have to try to mitigate the damage somewhat. Sano may have been able to hold his sake rather well, but Yahiko probably wouldn't be able to. He was Kenshin's height and only slightly more heavily-built. Plus, he was still only a teenager.

"Oro!" Kenshin rubbed his head where Sano had hit him. "Maybe you'll feel different when Yahiko tells you you've married Megumi-dono and had a child," he pointed out.