take a one way ticket to the bacchanal

[yourattention]

Who: Connor and the Jormun and y'all.
What: It's a weed party.
When: Weed Day
Where: The Monkey Compound.
Warnings: I mean. Drugs. There's drugs in this post and a disappointing lack of Alan Cumming dressed as a goat.


Connor kind of only means to invite the Jormun over because it's 4/20. He can't, like, not do anything for 4/20? Then it kind of occurs to him that after the utter disaster of the last island and the, uh. Questionable? Findings? On the new island, people might actually want to have a party.

So he scribbles a invitation somewhere on the rock:

Party on 4/20
Monkey Compound
Be there or be square
The party itself is kind of - there's a fire? And something is roasting over it? There's a couple tables, none of which are remotely the same shape or size because they're all that kind of wooden table. You know, the kind that rich people get to look rustic. There's also some chairs and benches, but let's be real: this was a party put together by a dumpster fire of a human being. Aside from the baskets on the center of each table that contains some fruit and a bunch of assorted bowls made out of coconuts - some of which contain suspiciously blue milk - there's not a whole lot of decoration. It basically looks like the kind of party that might show up if you searched "sad birthday parties" on a stock website.

He tried, okay? There was a serious attempt, given that realistically Connor actually was just gonna hang out with the Jormun and get high until he decided that other people might actually. Want to hang out or whatever?

Besides, we all know you're here for weed jokes anyway so it doesn't really matter what the actual party is like. Pretend like this is playing in the background or something.

Comments

OTA

[savedbyasong]

He's been to worse parties probably? All the parties Shion has ever been to were in the Tower where just like here people did their best with what they had. So he doesn't doubt that Ceej did his best.

Unless this isn't Ceej's party, it might be someone else who lives in the Monkey Compound, but Shion doesn't know who else lives here. It was an open invitation with some vague threat about shape changing written into it so Shion figures it's fine for him to turn up. And if it's not then he can go visit Ceej anyways, this time without getting himself shot.

Of course the whole thing has gone right over his head. But he is here, walking next to Cobweb- his tigerlilly and smiling as he looks around at the tables.

gabe goodman | ota

[ungrieved]

[Gabe is here because there are a lot of people here he's out to annoy, as his hand in blowing up part of a building last month seems to have given him a shot of confidence to his already overblown ego, which is why he can come swanking into territory like this as though he owns the joint.]

[Speaking of joints, though - just kidding. He's probably not partaking. What, does he look like Henry to you?]

[He does have some candy he filched from a regrettably quite receptive Shion before things went to shit, which he pops into his mouth without much in the way of consideration. Despite the tackiness and the way it practically cements his jaw shut for a bit, it tastes pretty good.]



[That's when he starts getting weird.]

[And by "weird" I mean "happy."]

[Like, creepily, deliriously fucking happy.]

[He's not high, but he might as well be.]

(burr voice) okay, so, we're doing this

[deathfindsaway]

[Kravitz isn't necessarily here to partake, either. At this point, he's essentially hanging around to make sure one of the twins doesn't fall into the ocean and drown, and on the behest of them both that he "chills the fuck out" for once. Which means, as usual, his inclination for not knowing how social interactions work leaves him patrolling the edge of the scene like a particularly surly vulture. He has no idea what he's doing here. It doesn't help that still being new, very few people even know who he is. It's fun all around.

Gabe, of all people, looks utterly out of place among the other partygoers, hunched over what appears to be taffy with all of his power, and Kravitz finds himself staring. Is this? Is this what people do with a weed? God, he has no idea.

He decides to ask anyway.]

Are you... alright?

hooOOOOOOOOOOOOOO BOY

[ungrieved]

[Gabe? Gabe is doing fantastic. He is maybe the happiest he can ever remember feeling in his not-life, and his expression cracks into a grin, even if he doesn't recognize the guy making the query, doesn't know a single fucking thing about what's going on right now.]

[The sugar's buzzing in his veins, and he's just...things are just really great right now.]

You kidding me? [He shakes the packet of taffy, eyes alight.] This stuff's great. What kinda moron was that kid to give this up?

shouto todoroki | ota

[byhalves]

if you can't dissociate on your own...

[Parties are not exactly his area of expertise. He can't even remember the last time he went to a party - they weren't exactly important, and he's not quite sure hanging out in a dorm really...counts. They didn't have a choice to be there and it's not like they did anything out of the norm, generally? But maybe they do count. They might not not count, in the least.

But anyways. He's not sure what compels him to even show up - the nagging voice in his head telling him that going solo isn't going to help him survive? The desire to focus on something that's not horrible? Boredom? Whatever the reason is, he's there, looking...

Well. As out of place as he feels. Any sort of context to 4/20 has gone way, way, way over his head.]

...store bought is fine.

[The later it gets, the more relaxed he starts to feel. It's a slow thing, so much so he doesn't even really notice it. It just happens.

He ends up perched in a chair, knees tucked into his chest and just. Staring. And staring. He hasn't blinked in quite a while, but it's fine. He feels fine. Also, hands are pretty interesting? Have you ever noticed how weird they are?

Especially when they're on fire, which, well - is exactly what's happening. A small fire has engulfed his left hand, but he doesn't seem bothered by that or by the ice that's slowly encasing his right.

He is completely, totally fascinated by this.]

store bought

[yourattention]

You're on fire.

[It's more of an observation than anything. He's not actually concerned about this yet, but it seems like something that could become concerning and, well. He's responsible for all these water bottles right now so.]

[byhalves]

Yeah.

[Is he worried?? Or afraid. Probably afraid. Even he's afraid of his fire so it stands to reason strangers would be too.]

...I'm not going to hurt you.

store bought

[rubberpirate]

Your hair is weird.

[Luffy is just sitting on the table, watching Todoroki, as he makes fire and ice, and is fascinated by it.]

Your hands are weird.

if you can't dissociate

[solperierat]

[Really, Ed had mostly showed up to this shindig out of curiosity--there's only so much exploring and building you can do before you want to just fucking chill for a bit. He spots Shouto staring at the...uh, setup looking pretty damn lost, and meanders his way on over.]

You need something, kid?

[scourgingstars]

[Where there is a party, there is usually an Ardyn to crash it. Even if ordinary normal people hours meant wearing the usual hat to guard against the sunlight. Sometimes one just got bored, or an adolescent black chocobo got restless and wanted to wander, the latter of which would no doubt be Ardyn's excuse if asked.]

[Later, however...he actually seemed to be in an uncharacteristically amicable mood, humming an idle tune to himself while either wandering around a few steps behind Hresvelgr, or sitting not too far from the fire with said chocobo curled up napping next to him.]

later

[encircling]

[ She's here later than most, but Ardyn catches her eye, and of course she's not going to pass up a chance to bother him. Still, it's... it's strange. Hearing him hum, watching him by the fire.

Which is where she ends up. She places a bit of greens by the chocobo for when she wakes, and it's with a smile and a raised brow that Mira says, ] Goodness, you are in a good mood tonight.

Later

[shatteredlenses]

You are in far too good a mood. Stop that immediately.

[And that would be one straight-laced Advisor who has just so happened to wander into a party unknowingly again. This is becoming a habit. Go to do something usual--in this case make sure things are okay at the monkey compound--walk into a party where he had no idea one was being held.

Who knows why he does it. Perhaps he's just trying to deal with this oddly happy Ardyn by doing something to annoy him, but Ignis sweeps the hat off the man's head and drops it on his own.]

It looks better on me.

42000, let's get the immortal stoned

[prettypurpleparlor]

[Muffet seems reasonably cheerful about all this, wandering around checking on people and occasionally offering them a tasty-looking cookie from the basket she has tucked under one arm. Sooner or later, she spots Ardyn.]

Hello, dearie, it's nice to see you out and about.

[She indicates the basket and adds wryly:]

To avoid ambushing the unwary, I should warn you that these particular cookies are a bit more interesting than the typical variety, as Connor was kind enough to share some of his herbal supply. Which isn't to say you aren't still welcome to have some, of course, I just thought you'd appreciate the warning.

later;

[byhalves]

[There's a bird. A black bird, which is all sorts of familiar and all sorts of not familiar.

Since when did Tokoyami have wings?]

You've changed.

[Does he even notice the man following the bird? No. Is his distress that his classmate's shown up and been irrevocably changed into a real bird unreasonable? Probably.]

weed party: booze edition

[crosslaced]

[You can find a certain blonde seated at one of the tables. He faces out towards the party, leaning against the shitty artisan table, and nurses a coconut shell. As the evening wears on he doesn't get up, doesn't move, though Muffet comes by at one point and refills his cup. He samples the stuff on his table intermittently. “You make very strong alcohol, I’m impressed,” he tells Muffet, and drinks some more because Muffet also makes the least awful alcohol he's come across and it's so not awful he actually likes it.

It's very hard to tell unless you know him well, but he's absolutely incredibly drunk and Damen will have to carry him home later. but this does mean that you have a captive audience if you want to talk to him because he's no longer sure he has legs, let alone the capacity to move.

SSR rates Chances of positive CR are doubled. Approach?]

[hellawrath]

[What's up on this table? Surprise, it's an elf. Lup wanders by, has a sudden change of heart and flops onto her back right on top of it, smiling beatifically. Her golden mane spreads out and covers the entire space, making her look like some sort of toked up Ophelia.

Turns out there's a person here too? She loves people. Her smile grows wider.]

Sup, boo?

OTA

[rubberpirate]

Luffy showed up, because a party means food right? Which is exactly what he finds as he starts eating everything he can find, no matter how weird it looks.

Which is a slightly bad idea because he ends up sitting on a table, cradling a basket and staring into the distance, quietly stretching his cheek with one hand.]

rubber is weird.

[yourattention]

It super is. [Connor is too goddamn sober for this, but he can't toke up because he's gotta be Responsible right now.] Hey, do you happen to remember how many cookies you ate?

[Asking for a friend, because oh god were the edibles a Bad Idea. Note to self for next time: no edibles. Why did he even give Muffet weed butter. This was a mistake.]

[ungrieved]

[Gabe is just...in a really fucking good mood, okay. He's in a really fucking good mood. He hasn't actually smoked anything, but he did ingest some candies that...boost his direct level of happiness, so what may have once been a window for him to be a rude piece of shit has now become - ]

Don't eat rubber. What's wrong with you?

[hellawrath]

OTA for 1or2wins

What's this? A weed party on the twins' special day, specifically to honor Enso's favorite wizards and shopkeepers?

Of course, said twins arrive very fashionably late to their own party, rolling up some time in the afternoon. They're rocking a pair of dope shirts (Taako wearing the pink one, of course) and paper crowns, somebody's got a stick, it's a whole thing. Hot Boi the phoenix is perched on Lup's shoulder, fully grown and fucking majestic, thanks. All in all they're fresh as hell and ready to slay. It's been a good day and it's looking to get even better.

Despite the whole setup being kinda shit, Lup puts on her best fake delighted face, gracefully dabbing at her lips in awe.

"Awww darlings, you shouldn't have!" You absolutely should have.


Closed to Taako

What a good good day. Weird children giving her weird presents, having an excuse for not doing literally any dumbfuck island chores, and free weed? That's some dope shit. Lup's sprawled on a table with her brother, long limbs probably hanging off several ways and it probably doesn't look very comfortable but that's just because any observer isn't a beautiful high elf. Fun fantasy fact, elves fill any space they occupy flawlessly.

Turns out, at some point it became night? There's just, a bunch of stars up there, and Lup's been staring for like, a while. It's just a lot? She flicks an ear vaguely in front of Taako's face.

"Hey, dingus?"

excuse u it's my party

[yourattention]

"Did I invite you. I don't remember inviting you."

Nevermind that he put a fuckin invitation on the rock. Nevermind that everyone was invited. Nevermind any of that.

[ohshitsweetflips]

Yeah, even Taako can agree, it's been a pretty good day thus far, and hey, now it's night. It's been kinda weird in some spots, but that's honestly just kind of how it goes, he's not complaining. Gifts, a "dope roast," crashing a party, they really hit most if not all of the highlights.

He rearranges himself in a careless, syrupy way, blinking peacefully. "If you're about to thank me for sharing my birthday, save it. That's all you're getting this year."

There's no real fractiousness in it, it's more of a comfortingly homey joke, which he snorts at unflatteringly. Neither of them has any idea about the specific time of their birth, and the date, he suspects, is more a guess than a matter of record. But he does know that traditionally his is supposed to be the first special day, if they're playing the separate birthday game.

"'Sup, goofus?"

for lup :>

[deathfindsaway]

He has no idea how to process any of this.

To say he and Lup got off on the wrong foot would be an understatement. A lot had happened the first day he arrived, most of it bad, and figuring out your boyfriend's sister is an undead being really was not what he needed. He's tried to put it to the back of his mind, resolved that there's very little he has in his power here. That, too, is utterly uncomfortable. It's been a little over two weeks, and the adjustments have not been easy for him to take, so here he is. Just as awkward and wallflowery as he was the first time they met in their dreams, really only here because Taako is but he can't keep demanding his attention all of the time.

So he sits by the outskirts, trying to think just for something to do, looking more like a surly carrion bird than a person, having been forced to ditch the suit jacket and cloak but still in his nice slacks and button up, sleeves rolled to the elbow. Maybe she can help with this whole deal.

aaand for taako :V

[deathfindsaway]

He's sort of kicking himself for not realizing it was Taako's birthday.

Sure, he had absolutely no way of knowing- Taako sure as hell didn't tell him, and he's a Reaper of death, not of birthdays. Not to mention that he doesn't even remember his own, and hasn't been close enough to any mortal to do so for quite some time. But it's-- well, Taako cares. He cares that Taako does, as evidenced by the party crashing. It's his day and Kravitz is wholly underprepared, something he truly hates being. The best he can do is follow him along to... whatever this is, and try not to be too much of a bother.

He still finds Taako at some point on his own, sliding up behind him to tenderly put an arm around his waist, kiss the side of his head. "Having a good time?"

Give me the garbage elves

[proficienciesouttheass]

Dude, sometimes, sometimes, Island Time really pays off. You know, besides all the shitty stuff about people dying or getting kidnapped or whatever, this really does feel like an extended vacation.

And extended vacations need weed. That's a fact. Or something.

But, more importantly, obviously, it's their birthday! There's a disturbing lack of balloons and streamers, but he hopefully there should be cake, right? Maybe a really big put brownie? Just slap some candles on it and call it a party.

"Happy Birthday!" Magnus pops up out of nowhere, holding about 4 different small objects badly wrapped in leaves as makeshift wrapping paper. "And Happy Weed Day!"