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

[showtime-matsu.livejournal.com]

Matsuda glanced around cautiously when he arrived in the ballroom, covering his head in case anything decided it wanted to take a bite out of him. Things didn't just go Poof. Or they didn't usually, maybe they really did. Ever since that whole mental institution thing, he had no idea what was going on anymore. Never mind the fact that it hadn't even been a full day since he'd arrived.

It was kind of nice, though, what with the glitter fountain and the punch and...oh wow! Someone had been nice enough to bring in alcohol! And he was in normal clothes again. He really kinda missed his tie and blazer. Well, even if he'd gotten here from his room, and it was something that the doctors and nurses had come up with, it couldn't hurt to try out the alcohol. He wandered over, looking at the different bottles available.

[high-prosecutor.livejournal.com]

"...oh, bugger."

Edgeworth had seen a place like this before. He started to look around the room, and then paused, deciding it was best to look down just to make sure he hadn't somehow gotten put into a dress upon entering the room.

Oh, thank God, he thought, upon realizing he was in his usual suit. That...incident, while he had no idea how it had come about, was not one he planned on repeating, ever.

He looked up from his shoes and took note of the unusual centerpiece in the center of the table. A fish. Shooting glitter from its mouth. Someone has an unusual sense of humor. But why does that seem familiar? I don't know anyone who's ever owned a glitter fountain.

"...this can't be as bad as the last time I was in this situation," he muttered, walking across the room to get a drink.

[thebloodyjuliet.livejournal.com]

[hay thar, this guy's not from damned]

Grell wasn't exactly expecting much of anything after he had dragged himself back to the apartments. After spending a week as a bird and on fire, he'd woken up humanoid shaped and pissed off. Fire. Honestly. As if being stolen to a retarded rainbow world and fused with a stupid mythological bird wasn't bad enough, the owls had set him on fire. Bastards were going to...well, burn. Or something.

Of course, going through his door and finding himself in a room he'd never seen before wasn't completely unexpected since it had happened to him before, but one thing did catch his attention almost immediately.

There was a fountain.

With a FISH.

"OH HELL NO." The redhead turned and tried to flee, finding that the door no longer opened. "OH GOD. SOMEONE LET ME OUT OF HERE."

[justice-to-a-t.livejournal.com]

One moment, Mikami was perfectly fine, brooding and planning and fantasizing about Kira. The next, he was suddenly in a strange ballroom. He actually reeled for a moment, but recovered quickly, mind-racing. He was definitely no longer in one of those terrible grey uniforms. Instead, he found himself in a tasteful green suit and red tie. It was a very pleasant turn of events.

As for the setting... it reminded him of a business party he had been invited to, with the drinks and garish furnishing. He wasn't fond of it, but he might as well make the best of it. After all, recently, stranger things have happ--

Wait.

Was that a giant fish fountain?

...with ?

Completely fascinated, the man wandered over and stood in front of it. Surely it was a trap or trick of some sort, but for now... .

[winged_moon]

Yue's first and immediate reaction to this was, "Oh, no. Not again."

He whirled quickly as he found himself in the ballroom, noting that yes, his wings had also been returned. But fortunately, as he discovered as he made a quick check, he was lacking the bunny ears and rest of the bizarre costume from before, and was instead back in his normal clothing.

It could have been worse, he supposed. But still? Very strange. And the guardian didn't like it.

Yue moved immediately to one of the walls, off to the side and out of the way of the other people. He folded his arms across his chest and frowned across the room, wondering where he was, why, and why anyone would make a glitter fountain.

[cnflctofintrst.livejournal.com]

Although he'd been at the institute for a week, Mello had long since gotten over being surprised by completely nonsensical events. As long as the door of his room opened into something that wasn't about to eat him, he wasn't going to protest.

The room itself was mostly empty, and although he entered with caution, his guard lowered slightly when he saw the table of alcohol. Another of those things, then.

At least this time he'd gotten decent clothing.

He made his way to the drink table and searched for the bowl of M&Ms he'd claimed a few days prior, but amid the booze and cigarettes, there was no solid food to be had. Irritating, but at least he wouldn't have to put up with Matt's whining. After giving the room another once-over he scanned the labels of the drink bottles until his eyes settled on a cream-colored container.

Godiva?

Yeah, that'd do.

Mello grabbed the it and unscrewed the cap, then took a gulp from the open bottle (like fuck he was sharing with anyone). He leaned against the drink table and smirked, watching glitter pile in the granite and brass basin of the fountain.

[pleading-ngri.livejournal.com]

Yeah, yeah, yeah. If it was possible to loudly yawn in an intermal monologue, Phoenix would have willingly done so. This Mr. Appleby, That Mr. Appleby, three bags full Mr. Appleby. Honestly, his nurse was friendly and all, but the way she was always-

He blinked at the spot where the doorknob should have been, instead finding himself looking at empty air. His eyes re-focused on something just beyond it -- a . . . fish-shaped fountain? Spewing glitter?

Wow. Maya would really love that, he thought in the first distracted, amazed moment, a second later shaking his head hard and snapping himself out of it. He took another step into the room, scanning it cautiously. The whole room was set up like some sort of tacky, surreal prom, and he reached down to pinch his forearm before Dahlia could come waltzing in in a swan-shaped dress or whatever other weird thing his subconscious was formulating could materialize.

His fingers met not bare skin, but thick fabric, and he looked down quickly to find himself dressed in his clothes -- his clothes -- and could not recall having ever been more grateful to see the sleeve of his familiar, well-weathered blue suit.

Possibilities: 1) Home, and I just don't recognize it, he listed, continuing to walk into the room, looking about and frowning at the incongruity of the rooms that split off from the main ballroom. 2) Dreaming. 3) Hallucinating, and I'm actually tottering through the Sun Room right now. He sighed, walking toward the back wall. It's looking like two or three. Oh well, it least it looks like there's punch, and . . . Edgeworth? He approached cautiously, frowning, suspecting that at any second the broad-shouldered form of the prosecutor would wheel on him and begin shrieking at him with his grandmother's face, or something like that. He didn't trust himself to have normal dreams (hallucinations, whatever), especially not after today.

[mitase.livejournal.com]

Hanatarou froze in place as he suddenly found himself in a strange place for the second time that day. This time he was fairly certain he wasn't supposed to have been going anywhere, and yet he certainly wasn't back in the strange hospital anymore.

But at least this time the situation seemed to have been improved, as he was back to normal - no longer trapped in the defective gigai, and in normal clothing again. He even had his healer's bag on! It made him feel ever so slightly better, to at least be prepared for...well...whatever.

As the shinigami made his way farther into the room, though, he was instantly distracted by the odd fountain thing spraying glitter into the air. And when Hanatarou got distracted, he was even more accident-prone than usual, which was saying quite a bit. And so the inevitable occurred, his sandal caught against a near-invisible imperfection on the floor, and he staggered forward with arms flailing wildly.

[notachick.livejournal.com]

When Okita was led into his room, he'd been ready for another pleasant conversation with Guy. Instead, he found himself in a ballroom not unlike the others he'd been in and with his old white yukata back. This was a decided improvement from the last party though and with one person screaming to be let out, several already looking at the glitter shooting fountain, and a few at the alcohol table, Okita figured this was going to be fun.

What better way to spend the night than in a party, right?

Happily skipping his way across the room, he found his way to the tables along the wall and poked at the pens in the jars. Glittery? Glitter seemed to be the theme tonight. Pulling a bright pink one out, he started doodling on the table.

[high-prosecutor.livejournal.com]

One moment, Edgeworth had just finished pouring himself a glass of a very decent glass of merlot, and had turned to say hello to Phoenix. The defense attorney looked positively bewildered.

The next, someone had pushed him hard from behind. His glass went flying into the air, and the prosecutor found himself lying face-first in the middle of the fountain.

His first reaction was to curse under his breath. After a moment, he stood and glared in the room's general direction, aiming that sharp gaze at everyone in turn. "Whose idea of a good time is pushing people in the fountain?", he finally asked.

[himetsuru.livejournal.com]

Falis was oddly surprised to find herself back in her long white princess gown, corset and crown. She was even more surprised to find it oddly comforting. Oh well. She was certain she'd end up with it torn at some point. Parties without Jodou around always ended up with violence.

Speaking of violence...

Falis grinned as she strutted into the room and saw Mello... without his chocolate. Such a shame, too, since it meant she couldn't take it from him. So, she'd have to find some other way to provoke the man. It was almost as much fun as provoking Mozenrath.

"Oi! You get your fucking chocolate already stolen?" She stopped a couple feet away from Mello and clucked her tongue. "Such a shame. i was looking forward to taking it from you."

[atoyboxworld.livejournal.com]

Stranger and stranger still. Near's nurse was gone, though the teen was hardly upset by that. Yet somehow stepping through the door had led not to the plain bedroom he had expected, but to a room seemingly dedicated to carnal indulgences of all kinds. Near only needed a moment to absorb the details of contents and occupants alike, and to notice his own habit had been neglected. At least for the most part.

Near moved to one of the tables, snatching up an assortment of glitter pens before he crossed the room. X-Kira was present, but seemingly harmless enough for the moment. Instead Near moved closer to someone else he knew, crouching just within conversation range of Mello before he began to color on the wall.

"If you drink too much, you'll be sick." Near's mouth twitched at the corners, a ghost of a grin there as he twirled his hair with a finger.

[thatdamnedninja.livejournal.com]

She'd been expecting nothing more than the usual. She hadn't been expecting this.

Oh my Gawd.

Yuffie was happy. Very, very happy. So happy she was bouncing on her heels, thoroughly enjoying the feeling of being back in her own clothes again. She'd never take shorts for granted ever again. Or her boots, or her gloves, or her shuriken.

She stood by the funky fish fountain thing, twirling lightly. Her shuriken was hugged close to her chest.

Not paying attention to her surroundings? Naaaah. She was so totally paying attention! ... To herself.

[pleading-ngri.livejournal.com]

Phoenix would have never before thought to put the adjectives "sparkling" and "murderous" in the same sentence. That alone was another tic mark in the dreaming/hallucinating category. And seeing Miles Edgeworth, Demon Prosecutor, slowly rising from a massive pool of glitter . . .

Well, that was so surreal that he couldn't even laugh at it. At least, not now. Probably later, though.

He looked down at the guy who'd barreled in, stooping and offering his hand with a concerned, "hey, are you okay?" Unfortunately, it was at just about that moment that Edgeworth decided to scowl at them as if they'd personally detonated half of Paris.

"I- ah . . . I don't think it was intentional," he managed with a nervous grin, hoping that the vagaries of dream-logic would result in a Miles Edgeworth who did not wish dire bodily harm upon whoever had rendered him sparkly.

[cnflctofintrst.livejournal.com]

Again, Mello lifted the bottle to his mouth, seeming much happier than would be expected considering the lack of visible chocolate. He waved the bottle in a dismissive gesture.

"I'm sure you'll find the punch just as enjoyable," he said with yet another smile. "You seemed to get a kick out of it last time." The previous party had ended with a decisive victory on his part, so he felt no need to continue to antagonize Falis beyond a few snide remarks.

[justice-to-a-t.livejournal.com]

Mikami was still busy staring at the glitter flowing from the mouth of the fountain's fish statue... when someone fell into the basin.

It appeared to be his roommate, though it was hard to tell with all the sparkling. He was displeased that the man would show such poor manners.

No matter. He brushed off a bit of glitter from his front and turned back, thoughtful, without looking at any more of the people present.

[mitase.livejournal.com]

"A-ah! I'm f-fine, um, I really, um. I...." Hanatarou hesitantly took the proffered hand, though it took him a minute to get back on his feet because he was trying to bow apologetically at the same time he stood up and almost fell over while trying to coordinate both movements.

But then the other man, who the healer just realized he had pushed into the fountain, glared and snapped and Hanatarou shrank back away from both of them. "I d-didn't, I mean I-I was just, ah! Er." He bowed again to the glitter-covered man, cheeks flushing bright red. "I'm s-sorry!"

[himetsuru.livejournal.com]

"Heh heh. I think you'll find things are a bit different this time," Falis replied with a snort.

It seemed the lack of chocolate was going to make this much harder. She was going to have to contemplate new tactics. Thankfully, she just saw someone... in a ridiculous outfit... that she preferred over antagonizing Mello walk in anyways.

"I suggest watching your back, peasant," she added on as she turned away, her long blonde hair sweeping against him. She had other things to do while waiting for the opportune moment.

[akarusa.livejournal.com]

Hokuto had been startled, to say the least, when she apparently stepped through an Anywhere Door. When she looked down, she saw that she was suddenly wearing a poofy blouse and bloomers, under one of her cloaks--the one decorated with all four suits found in a pack of cards. The neck ruffle was missing, but she still had the hat.

A look around the room had the pens catching her attention, and she was writing "WELCOME TO THE SPARKLY HELL" on one of the tables when she heard Falis' voice.

By now she was just taking all this in stride; she turned and dashed over to grab her girlfriend's hand, smiling up at her. "May I have this dance, m'lady?"

[showtime-matsu.livejournal.com]

It hadn't taken Matsuda long to pick out a bottle of liquor, and after popping the cap off and taking a large gulp, he looked around the room again. There were other people around now, and there was music, too. Was that...?

It was. Rick Astley. He couldn't be any happier right now.

Okay, this was definitely starting to look like a party. And what was a party without company? He wandered over towards the fish fountain, humming along with the music, and noticed someone standing in the glitter. How had that happened?

"Hey," he said to the guy standing nearby, staring off into the fountain and becoming entranced with the sparkles. "Kind of interesting thing they've got going, huh?"

[showtime-matsu.livejournal.com]

[Moving down to pester Mikami and get drunk]

[cnflctofintrst.livejournal.com]

Of course. Mello gritted his teeth and gave a grunt of annoyance when he heard the familiar voice. He'd spent the previous two parties so focused on Falis and Artemis that he hadn't considered the possibility that his rival would show up.

He scanned the party once more, halfheartedly looking for potential pawns in case this game got complicated. After seeing no one of particular use, he walked over to the crouching teenager and leaned against the wall, folding his arms and letting the bottle dangle by its neck from his fingertips.

"I don't get sick. You should know that."

[high-prosecutor.livejournal.com]

There was a moment where all the prosecutor could do was stand and stare. The good news, if he could call it that, was that there didn't seem to be any malicious intent behind that push. "...it's okay," Edgeworth said, the glare dialed down to a disapproving look. "It doesn't appear to have been intentional."

That didn't make him any less displeased about being covered head-to-toe with glitter - which, he realized, was never going to come out of his hair. He grumbled about this fact as he stepped out of the fountain. Edgeworth brushed as much of the glitter as he could off his suit, tried extricating it from the folds of his cravat, and then took a moment to dump the glitter out of his shoes.

"Just be a little more careful near the fountain?" There was an unspoken because some people might be more inclined to violence than I in that sentence.

"...how sparkly am I, Wright?", he added, as an afterthought.

[himetsuru.livejournal.com]

That was quick. Falis had just spotted Hokuto and suddenly her girlfriend had her hand and was asking her to dance. Well, she supposed if she had her full strength and speed back, apparently so would black-belt Hokuto. She did say that was the highest skill level of hand to hand.

The princess smirked for a moment and decided to play along using something they'd once joked about on the board. "You may," she said, her bearing reminding everyone that she really was a princess in there somewhere. "I know of no lady capable of refusing the invitation of a gallant knight."

This, of course, meant Hokuto would have to lead. Falis could lead, but she was content to let Jodou's princess training be displayed for once when she was under no obligation to do so. The princess gathered the skirt of her dress in one hand and curtsied. It would have looked very princess-like if it hadn't been for the sword on her hip.

[himetsuru.livejournal.com]

[down to Hokuto]