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

[ungrieved]

I don't want to see anyone.

[He wants them to see him. BIG difference, guy!! Big hecking difference! How dare you not magically be able to discern this right from the get go, guy!]

But I have to see 'em anyway, right? Might as well make the best of it. Might as well make something of it. [Might as well make sure they never quite forget.]

[deathfindsaway]

[Listen buddy, he may be a Wis build, but that doesn't mean he does well on his insight.]

O... kay, then. Uhm. I suppose there's also virtue in making a presence at. Gatherings.

[Send help. This also does nothing to shake that lingering feeling, but Kravitz knows from being yelled at for two weeks that just asking someone if they're super dead isn't happy party conversation.]

Well, then. Did you have events like this back in your world?

[Yeah, great, welcome to loaded questions: the conversation, in which Kravitz is a big fuckin' loser every round.]

[ungrieved]

[lol]

Uh, wow. You think I'm a criminal, buddy? Some kinda delinquent who runs around smoking illegal substances? I was in key club. I had a reputation to uphold.

[Those are blatant lies. His mother had a very developed notion as to what his after-school life was like, and he can appreciate that it's made his job in filling out the blanks that much easier for inquiring, nosy little busybodies like this asshole over here.]

[deathfindsaway]

[He has no idea what key club is, and his face says as much.]

I meant more like parties, but...

[Why is he even doing this. Why is he this way.]

Look, I don't mean to offend, I simply think we had very different worlds. And these actions may tend more towards yours than mine.

[ungrieved]

Maybe you're just the kind of uptight, no-fun-allowed person who wasn't aware that this stuff was happening in your world. Ever think of that?

[Said airily, of course. Like it ain't no thing.]

[deathfindsaway]

I'm not uptight. I know what drugs are.

[He's a thousand plus years old!! He knows what a weed is!!!]

If you can make the choice not to get into such substances, so can I.

[ungrieved]

Yeah, but I'm not allowed. [Implying that he would if he were? Except he probably wouldn't, lbr. He manufactures his own dissociative states completely wholesale and for free, and doesn't need to partake in other peoples' neuroses to add to his own.]

And why aren't you, should I ask? Afraid to have a little too much fun?

[deathfindsaway]

[He crosses his arms, which only serves to make him look even more juvenile in this situation, honestly.]

I just don't want to. It's-- the entire venture is pointless. It's not fun to lie on the ground and have visions or taste things in any extreme way. It's a waste of time, and I do not waste time.

[Sure. Sure you don't, Kravitz. That's why you're here arguing about weed with a toddler.]

[ungrieved]

Wimp.

[Gabe, who is literally not partaking in the drugs either, is now mocking the grim reaper for doing the very same. Truly, we've reached peak hypocrisy here.]

If you're not about wasting time, why're you even here, numbnuts?

[deathfindsaway]

I'm-- I'm here with some friends, thank you.

[If by friends you mean his boyfriend and his negging sister. At least one of those terms has the word 'friend' in it.]

You just admitted to coming to watch and eat, I'm perfectly capable of arriving just to relax and talk to people. If you don't want to be having this conversation, you can just say that, you know.

[ungrieved]

I’m exactly where I wanna be. [At all times. Allegedly. He’s definitely getting under the bastard’s skin, meaning that this is absolutely where he continues to want to be. Making a scene. As always.]

You kinda seem like the sorta guy that was beat up for lunch money as a kid. Are you sure you’ve actually got friends? Like, ones that aren’t imaginary?

[deathfindsaway]

[Well, he's right, he's absolutely doing that.]

Yes, I do, I'm-- I'm here with Taako and Lup, for your information. I'm also well over a thousand years old and I don't need your judgement for my company or lack thereof.

[ungrieved]

You're here with who? [Gabe has never met a Taco or a Lup, and those sound like made-up, fake-ass names, which prompts him to start snickering anew in exhilarated disbelief. A thousand years? Does he fucking moisturize? Is this guy for real?]

Uh, maybe you didn't hear me when I said they couldn't be imaginary.

[deathfindsaway]

T-- They're not, they're right--

[He turns his head, silently praying the twins are somewhere in the crowd. Of course, he can't get a quick beat on them, because the universe wants him to suffer.]

They're elves, possibly the only elves in this entire place, they're not easy to miss.

[ungrieved]

Are you kidding me?

[Gabe has not met the elves. Gabe is horribly out of touch with his environment now that he's not literally inhabiting it, and his giddy, pure, high-octane glee at this pronouncement has him fucking reeling in every possible way.]

Are you pals with Santa too, buddy?

[deathfindsaway]

No!!!

[WHY IS THIS HAPPENING TO HIM, SEE IF HE ENGAGES IN CASUAL SOCIAL CONVERSATION EVER AGAIN.]

I don't need approval from a child for any of-- this! Even if I was here by myself, I could do whatever I wanted. I hardly need to get your permission!

[ungrieved]

I’m not a child. I’m seventeen. Keep up, huh?

[He is having a ball with this. Can you tell? Mr. Tall, Dark, and Uptight is getting progressively more unraveled my the minute, which is precisely the kind of end goal Gabe can get behind.]

You’re doing a great impression of someone who really wants somebody’s approval. You’re a total teacher’s pet, aren’t you? Just a big, fat pushover for whoever holds your leash.

[deathfindsaway]

You are absolutely a child. I'm over a thousand years old. You are essentially an infant.

[Do not call him out like this, okay, he is a strong and powerful man who Absolutely Did Not fall for a dude who threatened to wrap him in tentacles. He will never say those words out loud, thank god, because it would be the end of any bit of pride he could ever have.]

You're just wrong.

[ungrieved]

Oooh, that's a thrilling counterargument! You gonna back that up, buddy?

[You are essentially an infant, he says, talking to the literal infant. He just happens to give the impression of being...perhaps slightly older than he actually is. Slightly, because he's still an immature baby.]

[deathfindsaway]

It's-- it's obvious! You're the one here giggling on the floor with candy and slinging insults, I don't need to defend myself from this.

[If only he knew. If only he wasn't doing his best to stop yelling at people for being undead, and was instead yelling at people for totally different, very legit reasons. Wonderful.]

[ungrieved]

Yeah? So why are you the one still arguing with me?

[Check and MATE buster. Blather on about maturity all you like, but you’re still the one picking the fight with the two-year-old.]

[deathfindsaway]

Because-- because! I take it upon myself to educate people when they're wrong.

[Yeah. Yeah he really, really is.]

[ungrieved]

Oh, you're educating me, all right.

[Gabe is grinning. Oh, but he's grinning.]

I'm learning that people can say an awful lot of words without actually saying anything of substance.

[deathfindsaway]

[He feels like he's just going to scream, and finally, finally takes pity on his own ass.

By throwing his hands in the air with an ungrateful grumble.]

That's it! I'm done! I don't need your-- your whatever, I'm going to go spend time with my very real friends and very real boyfriend and enjoy myself!!

[He doesn't know where Taako is in the crowd, but he's going to pick a random direction and start walking in it. Yes. This is the dignified exit he wanted.]

[ungrieved]

Say hi to Santa for me! [Gabe is having a ball, don’t mind him. And as soon as Kravitz walks off, he’s gonna more or less collapse into a fit of cackles.]

[He just feels so fucking good about being a little shit sometimes.]