It's time to party!

[atailoftwoworlds]

Who: Anyone!
What: After all the shit that went down in August and September and to help the newbies get settled, it's time for a party!
When: 26th October
Where: Outside the Denny
Warnings: Label any relevant warnings in your posts! Otherwise none that I can think of.

[It took a while to organise but it’s finally here! Outside the Denny is a warm fire with dragon meat and all sorts of other meat cooking on it. There is also food strewn on tables and various modern music in the background thanks to Michael’s phone.

Not only that but there are also games on a few separate tables provided by the Denny.

Feel free to bring your own food, drinks and games. Maybe you’re even helping cook some of the food yourself? Or you are keeping watch to make sure nobody causes any trouble! Or are you the person causing trouble yourself? Of course, none of you would dare do that, would you? WOULD YOU???? Or are you having a dance? Or maybe you're that wallflower who is just sitting there drinking and refusing to talk to people? Either way, feel free to come up with your own prompts!]

Comments

we don't need no stinkin' prompts

[vagabone]

[All of the above??? He can cook. He can eat dragon meat just for the sake of saying he tried it. ("Yes, I once ate a dragon, no, really!") And drink, provided someone takes the time to make sure his food is a little less solid and a little more magical, and he's almost certainly going to end up snoozing on the ground after having a bit too much to drink. He can kick your butt at card games, every single one of you. He can dance on the tables, but can he really?? No.

Come party hard with the coolest skeleton around, folks.]

[catpiper]

[He sleepy skele, there's a raccoon hovering nearby. She's got a handmade mask and everything. It's incredible. And horrible.

Not that he'll have much of a choice, when she throws a blanket over his whole dang body.]

[yakyuuman]

[ Jyushimatsu is pretty much tearing down on that dragon meat with his big maw. The presence of a literal skeleton doesn't shake him, but it's still curious to see a guy like that eating stuff all the same. Isn't he like, dead? ]

Wow, man! I had no idea skeletons could still be hungry!

[ He's so rude, sorry...! ]

[atailoftwoworlds]

[And there's a gentle tap on Hec's shoulder] Hey pal. I know you're probably sleepy from all that drink but you might wanna take a nap somewhere else. Unless you want someone to step on ya.

Jyushimatsu | OTA

[yakyuuman]

i; the menace has arrived

[ As a tradition for NEETs like him, Jyushimatsu brought nothing for the party. He would have claimed food and drinks for his maw before he even gave himself a chance to share with the others. Plus, he's kinda broke anyway. But he's here! The fifth Matsuno will be bouncing around the area, getting himself acquainted with the place by climbing walls and hiding under the tables and crawling like a cryptid over the floor. You know, the usual Jyushimatsu stuff.

Alternatively, he also feels like being social and finding himself people who will hopefully not become his enemies. The proper way to do that is clearly popping up from behind them and yell with his usual no-indoor voice. ]

HI HI HI HI I'M JYUSHIMATSU!

[ Note: he'll say this even to people he already met in the island. ]

ii; being an adult is good sometimes

[ So, there's yummy food and there's whiskey and Jyushimatsu can never say no to either of those things, so he's going to shovel whatever he can get away with into his big maw of a mouth, regardless of the amount. He'd been so damn hungry the entire first week here!

And yes, he's legal of age, he can drink his alcohol, but that doesn't mean the people around him won't think otherwise, considering... the way he looks and acts. ]

iii; jyushiraptor against humanity

[ Japan probably didn't have games called Cards Against Humanity. This is his first time and he's already loving the content of those cards that he'd been given.

He especially loves one of them, and as soon as the first round starts, when the Czar gives the phrase to fill with one card, Jyushimatsu will proudly slam his own on the table...

... face up, showing the whole content to the other players. ]

FUCK MOUNTAIN!!! [ He shouts, happy, confident that he's already won. Someone explain him this isn't how you play CAH... ]

iv; dance dance destruction

[ At this point he's just a little bit tipsy, which means he's totally compelled to show off his dancing skills to the population!

He'll climb on a table and, likely off tune with unrelated music, he'll start flexing and bouncing like he means business. ]

Hustle hustle! Muscle muscle! Hustle muscle muscle hustle! Musclehustlemuscle! Hustlehustlemuscle! HASSURU MASSURU!!!

v; wildcard

[ You can come up with a prompt of your own or plot with me via gaiamemories or PM! ]

iv

[catpiper]

Hustle, hustle, muscle, muscle!

[He's got an audience and a willing participant suddenly. She's trying to copy the way he flexes and bounces, albeit from the ground like a person. Not that she resembles one, with the costumed get up she's wearing. She looks like a freaking raccoon, mask and all.

The point is, she's supporting him. That's the dream.]

Hustle, hustle, hustle, star, cat, moon!

I

[atailoftwoworlds]

[Hello Jyushimatsu. That teenager you have just popped up from behind and yelled behind him? This is Zidane and he was busy at one of the tables, drinking and watching out for pretty girls he could go and talk to and make friends with. Ok he intends to make friends with everyone else too but especially pretty girls because come on giiiiiiiiiiiirls!

And his reaction to Jyushimatsu jumping on him like that was one out of complete calm and serene composure.]

YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

[So calm that he falls backwards and his drink ends up in the air, possibly landing on Jyushimatsu.

Nice to meet you. :)]

ota

[catpiper]

A

[There's a raccoon lurking at the party. A girl in a handmade costume of leather pelts and whatever other island nonsense has been lying around, strewn together to make her look like a raccoon. Not that it's difficult to figure out who it is, though she's playing the part real well. Her grubby little hands have food, treasures-all kinds of stuff. That's just par the course.

Anyway, the issue is she's in a tree.

And she's stuck, hanging upside down like the world's worst thief, with one of the loops around her coon costume stuck in the branch. She's literally just hanging there, upside down, counting the treasures in her hand.

If someone walks by though, they'll hear a-]

Hey, hey!

[Honestly, just keep her there.]

B

[Once she's free from that tree hell, she can be found causing trouble around the party. There aren't too many familiar faces anymore, so she's eyeing the newcomers as they come around, gnawing on bits and pieces of food she definitely didn't help cook. That's fine. If she's eating, she's probably not doing anything else bad, except she really is.

Around the rock and through the grass, a raccoon is all up in Denny's business, doodling all kinds of stuff on the wall. Faces, animals, flowers and stars etched in charcoal as far up as she can reach. Any character is free to spot a horrible rendition of their face on the wall.]

C

[Oh, what's this? Were you resting? That's too bad.

Later in the evening, when the party's starting to die down, Ren seems to be hit with a second wind of coon zoomies. Or maybe rabies. It's a tossup, honestly. But she's running from one end of the area to the other at random intervals, sometimes laying down under tables for [five minutes] to apparently recoup before running around again.

Sometimes she's just spinning, holding up little trinkets and food to the sky as she moves in circles on the ball of her foot. It's whatever. Don't question it. Unfortunately, if your character happens to make eye-contact, they'll hear a happy-]

Run that way, that way!

C.

[yallstupid]

[Now this? This is prime entertainment right here. Guzma has been watching this feral creature for perhaps a good twenty or so minutes now, quietly nibbling some of that roasted meat and sipping some of Muffet's berry wine...vodka...alcohol....thing (it's delicious, he loves it). Ren is a devil and he loves her so, so much - a quiet, airy chuckle escaping his lips as he observes her wild antics.

Honestly, she reminds him of when his huge Golisopod was just a teeny, tiny, little Wimpod, and would scitter all over the place when it was nervous, frightened, or excited about something. The nostalgia is relaxing, and this moment of peace after, well...everything up until this point is nice to behold. He really needed this, actually. Guzma has been getting really, really tired. Worn down, probably. Like most people here.

They lock eyes, and Guzma's grin spreads across his face. Lord, he can almost hear the infamous battle music for those oldschool video games in his head.]

Nah, you're doing plenty well without me slowing y'down.

A

[littlemhigan]

Eh? Ah! What are ye doin' up there, lass?

[ Castor is almost directly under Ren when she finally looks up at the girl's call.]

It ain't good to hang upside-down too long.

a

[reflash]

[He has the feeling he shouldn't be surprised, but he is. And there she is, upside down in a tree.]

Are you all right?

B

[barberian]

(From a distance, Yasha briefly thinks that Ren is a really large rat and the sight of her is exciting because she hasn't had rat to eat in ages, let alone a large one, but– wait, no. As she draws closer, she realises it's just Ren, in a strange costume. Yasha lowers her arm from where she had been about to grab the hilt of her sword, and sighs.)

... Hi Ren.

(She's drawing on the walls. It's such a Jester-like thing that she doesn't question it. Sometimes people do this because they find it fun, and apparently Ren is one of those people.

Hold on.) Who's that? (She's pointing at the rendition of her own face.)

Zidane Tribal | OTA

[atailoftwoworlds]

I

[And the one who came up with the idea of the party happens to be telling stories! No, not the ones you have to tell the Story teller. That’s boring. He’s telling stories to entertain. In fact, he is telling a story of one of his heists back into Tantalus. Most people are gonna enjoy that, right?

Well, unless you’re a law abiding fuddy duddy who will stick their nose up in which case fuck you there’s no law on this island so you can’t arrest him!!!!!!

So here is Zidane, standing in front of the campfire as he recounts this tale. Being the entertainer he was back home, he tries to tell it by using emotions and gestures.]

Once the guard was sleeping like a baby, Marcus quietly snatched his keys and we opened the door to the treasure room. All was going according to plan. [And then his voice goes from loud and lively to quiet and sinister as he bends forward in suspense.] Little did we know……it wasn’t only treasure they were hiding inside that mansion….

II

[For whatever reason, you’re playing chess with Zidane. While he’s not a chess nerd, he’s decent. However, whatever the state of the game is in, Zidane has carelessly picked up his king piece and put it on a square where it really shouldn’t be? Why? Because he’s spotted a pretty woman in the distance meaning that 99% of his attention is elsewhere. But instead of picking up that pawn like he meant to, he picked up the king instead.

And while he’s still distracted, you might want to take advantage of that. Unless you’re the type of person whose intelligence and common sense seem to magically vanish when it comes to girls as well.]

III

[When he’s not telling stories or playing games or being distracted by girls, Zidane can be seen standing on a nearby rock with a plate of food and a drink. No, he’s not being anti-social. He’s just taking time to keep an eye on the party and make sure nobody is acting too crazy and ruining everything. After all, he was the one who came up with the party to cheer up everyone after a rough two months and it would suck if someone ruined it. Everything needs to go smoothly. The good news is that something major happening is pretty minimal but every now and then, he needs to keep watch just in case. That, and it wouldn’t benefit him not to stay on Tim’s good side. Tim allowed him to use the area around the Denny for the party, after all.

If you happen to be passing by, he might wave and invite you to sit down beside him. OR you might be up to no good. Like getting really weird when drinking or trying to trash shit. Or both. Either way, the blond teenager has noticed and calls straight out to you.]
Hey, you!

[And he jumps off the rock the moment you notice him.]

Yeah, you. We need to talk for just a sec.

WILDCARD

[Any other ideas? Come with me with a prompt of your own or tell me via hit me up at www.plurk.com/users/daisythesorceress" or daisythesorceress#5185 on Discord]

i

[catpiper]

[She's so into story time, especially when the subject is her second favorite topic. His animated movements keep her attention and she's totally captivated by whatever's happening.]

Were there cats too?

ii

[reflash]

[Yukio isn't exactly experienced with chess, but he knows the basic rules and he's picked up on it fast. Fast enough to give Zidane a good run for his money, and then when the other boy gets distracted...]

Check.

ota

[ideismo]

[I.]

[Alexei has never been one for parties, though he does attend the occasional gathering at the Denny and while he's not good at socializing, being completely alone isn't really his idea of a good time, either.

So he's here in at least a technical sense, and he's got...some of the bones from the whole corpse-looting party we all went on recently, and he's carving away at one of the smaller ones. He...seems to be making a knife of some sort? He'll make it look nice later, for now he's just sorting out the basic shape and what he wants to do with it; it seems fairly small, all things considered, so it's probably not for his use, but at least it's something to keep his hands busy while he's out.]


[II.]

[Of course, he hasn't always been completely unsure of what to do with people; never great but not always bad, and he'd had to entertain himself during training as well. So he's got one of those decks of cards present here; he likes the age on them, it makes them feel more familiar than strange, and he's shuffling them should he be approached.]

Name whatever it is you play; I'm a quick enough study if I don't know it.

II

[semistableman]

[Bucky can't help the little smile.

He's here at the party, that surely counts as something, so far as his general ability to mingle with people goes.]

I used to play blackjack with the guys in the war.

I

[atailoftwoworlds]

[And someone happens to be curious at what Alexei is making. It's a bit of an odd thing to do in the middle of the party but.....well...] Hey, that's from the dragon we all beat up, right?

Huh. Impressive. [Sure, it doesn't look too much yet but the guy seems to know what he's doing.]

ota. just make up whatever lbr here

[reflash]

[To say Yukio doesn't want to be here is an understatement. He wants to be... not here, he wants to be anywhere else, there are too many people and too much noise for him right now.

But he knows it's important to network, to meet people and socialize. He hasn't been doing that nearly enough here. He's not doing it well now, but he's making eye contact and smiling politely at everyone, and more than willing to strike up some conversation or polite small talk.]

[vagabone]

[Ah, Yukio, the poor kid who was temporarily stuck piloting his sad collection of bones, once. Surely that means they have a kind of... very bizarre bond.]

Yukio! How's it going? [He pauses, actually looking the guy over instead of running his mouth.] You doing alright?

[yakyuuman]

[ Here's Jyushimatsu, the newbie and probable village idiot who claimed a good chunk of dragon meat and is now trying... trying hard to socialize with people without making himself look weird.

Step 1: Approach the person and greet them politely.

He comes up to the guy with his mouth full of meat and a dragon bone in his long-sleeved hand. Failed Step 1. ]

Hi! You want this?

[ Jyushimatsu good-heartedly extends his offering - the above mentioned bone that still has some edible parts left. ]

Doctor Faust and Mini-Faust | OTA

[wanderingdoctorfaust]

1. Dice

It's party time at the Denny, at long last! Faust couldn't be happier that everyone is finally taking a break from the rapidly intensifying stresses of the other isles, and is nothing short of honoured to have been personally requested to be a chaperone for this exciting event!
...which is why he now finds himself sitting off to the side of said event, carefully monitoring the festivities and avoiding the alcohol being passed around like it has been laced with cyanide. It's not as though he doesn't wish to indulge a little and cut loose, but he's been entrusted with the extremely important job of keeping the peace, and he intends to fully commit to it. Even if it is...maybe a little dull. Mind-numbingly boring, in fact.
So, still remaining ever-vigilant of any particularly rowdy party-goers, he will acquire the box of dominoes from its usual haunt, and start unpacking them again. Should a fellow chaperone or wallflower happen to walk past, the good doctor will hesitantly wave them over:

"...would you care for a quick game, friend?"

2. Safe Intoxication

...of course, the peace inevitably cannot last. Someone was eventually going to wind up having a bit too much liquid courage rushing through their veins, and commit to something particularly untoward. Maybe you've gotten particularly handsy with your drinking buddy. Perhaps your shoulder-slapping has become vigorous to a most concerning degree. Or you've just skipped the warning signs entirely and started throwing fists with reckless abandon.
Regardless of what poison you've chosen, the good doctor has diagnosed you with having too much to drink, and within seconds he is looming over your back like a foul portent, lightly tapping your shoulder.

"Excuse me, could I borrow you for a moment, please?"

He's giving you a chance to be escorted away from the party peacefully. Please don't make this embarrassing.

3. Destructive Goodwill

Meanwhile, in the midst of Faust's attempts to be a responsible adult, as well as avoiding getting punched in the face by the more excitable elements of tonight's crowd, something else lurks in the shadows. Something...small and mischievous. Something that sees the tangle of loose feet and clinking glasses and is illuminated with the prospect of opportunity.
Wreathed in a cloak of autumn leaves glued together by cold mud, Mini-Faust hops between dancing islanders and errant furniture alike, blending in seamlessly with the shadows created by the tipsy revelry surrounding them. It is only a matter of time before they have climbed and swung and leapt their way atop the snack table, ready to claim their bounty - a bowl positively brimming with coconut cookies. A fine take...if they can pull off one final act of legerdemain.
Here's hoping nobody is sober enough to notice the tiny pile of thieving leaves on the snack table, jamming a stick into the cookie bowl and steadily dragging the entire thing towards the edge with surprising subtlety. Or at least, surprising subtlety for a tiny familiar that literally doesn't have a brain.

4. W I L D C A R D

(Anything goes tonight! PM me on Obsidian_Librarian or Discord [Obsi#1171] if you want to discuss something more specific!)

[forwearemany]

Legion has no need for alcohol or weed or any of the other things one might indulge in at an island party: being a chaperone was an obvious choice.

Games, though...

"Affirmative."

With minimal hesitation, they come and take a seat at the table.

Ginko | OTA | will match format

[onegreeneye]

Honestly, if it were just a matter of his personal preference, Ginko would not be here. He’s not much of a party person to begin with, and he’s particularly not in a great mental state for it right now. Besides which, the Denny is Tim’s restaurant; Ginko has no right to be here, not after the last time they talked.

Unfortunately, Ed does have every right to be here, has decided to go, and… honestly tends to be kind of a trouble magnet. So, since he can’t very well ask Epsilon to supervise their youngest housemate outside a building made of wood… here he is. Of course, Ginko can only really be said to be “attending” the party in the loosest sense of the word; he’s here, physically, idly checking on Ed once in a while, but otherwise he’s mostly staying to the sidelines, looking like a particularly uncomfortable parent at prom.

At least, as intimidating as Ginko’s outward appearance as a six-foot, rock-covered troll may be, his actual body language is pretty open. He’s not in a particularly standoffish mood, really; more than anything, he’s just tired.

[yakyuuman]

Whoa! Amazing!

[ The tired troll is getting a short, noodly young man in a yellow hoodie staring up at him with eyes that are way too big for a human, which are also shining bright for some reason. ]

You'd totally make a super sturdy catcher in a team!

[ Sometimes, Jyushimatsu can't start a conversation without bringing up baseball. ]

Erika Fisher | OTA | will match format

[bitch4bitch]

Man they have all needed this, Erika is pretty damn sure of that - and she is more than happy to get involved, sitting down to play some of the games there or, occasionally, dragging people she knows out to dance. Or sometimes people she doesn’t know. At least she has the tact to make that more of a gentle nudge toward the dance floor than an actual pull, even if it’s not quite as ideal as just not pushing strangers around might be.

Now and then, she’ll step back to take advantage of the available food and drink - though, in this instance, she’s careful not to go too hard on the whiskey. After all, stepping back is also a good chance to keep an eye out for anyone who might be causing real trouble… which she is definitely looking out for.

She seriously is pretty sure they needed this, and would rather it not get fucked up. Might as well be ready to actually use her experience as a bouncer for something.

[atailoftwoworlds]

And while Erika was busy watching for trouble, a familiar person waved at her before coming up and setting himself on a box to get a better view. Being shorter than a lot of people here actually doesn't bother him much but it's a little inconvenient if you're trying to keep an eye on EVERYONE at the party. He grins.

"I guess you're on bouncer duty too, huh?"

tim wright | ota

[postictal]

[The offer to use Denny for whatever festivities Zidane had planned doesn't mean Tim's very interested in doing any partying of his own. He can't drink; his smokes have long since run out, and he hasn't asked for any more.]

[Mostly he spends the hours keeping watch over the festivities and making sure things aren't getting too rowdy, when he isn't on Denny's roof, busy thatching it with some of Ahidalga's dragon scales - and just generally getting away from the action. It might be a little weird to hear a rhythmic hammering coming from the roof of the place when everyone else seems bent on relaxing and having a good time. It's fine; it's just Tim, giving Denny some much-needed renovation to shield it against any harsh conditions that might crop up in the future.]

[When he's not doing that, he's making sure that nobody completely wasted - or underage - is trying to get at the barrels of blackberry liquor that he helped set outside. He's not a drinker himself, but he's the closest thing you'll get to a bartender out here.]

Re: tim wright | ota

[atailoftwoworlds]

[Zidane noticed he had not seen Tim much during the party. Maybe he's not the type? H doesn't seem to be the guy who goes to them often and it was nice enough of him to let Zidane hold one here. And while Zidane knows it wouldn't do good to force the guy to mingle or dance or whatever, he does wonder if Tim is all right there thatching the roof on his own. Has anyone talked to him?

So the youth walks up to him.] Hey! Need a hand there?