blow a kiss for all the hearts they gon drop

[gwynn]

Who: EVERYONE IN THE WORLD
What: When it's time to party we will always party hard.
Where: Megan's apartment, Howl Barrow
When: Sukkardi/Saturday night
Notes: Threadjacking is encouraged. Also, again, if you want to tag in but your character wouldn't just show up, feel free to assume Megan befriended them somewhere and dragged them over/invited them personally.
Warnings: Preemptive warnings for drug use, naughty language and sexual situations.

Megan's housepartment (it looks like a house to her, but the realtor assured her it is an apartment, okay, whatever) is a quaint little thing in the middle of a friendly, middle class Howl Barrow street that is deceptively tame by day and comes alive by night. Her neighbours are super chill, which is her favourite part of living here -- she asked around about a party, if the noise would be a problem, and nobody had any problem with it. Howl Barrow rules.

The inside's a bit furnitureless right now -- she's got a few mismatched chairs and a pull-out sofa, that's about it -- but she's already started decorating a little, hanging art on the walls and putting up nice curtains. (Nobody is allowed to puke on her new curtains.) She's well-stocked with a wide selection of alcohol, ranging from mid-price beer to hard liquor, and snacks, nothing fancy.

She's got her bong out too, yeah.

By 7, there's already a couple people milling about and drinking -- coworkers from the Vault, mostly. Music's playing from an old suitcase turntable set up on the kitchen counter, it's something Baedal-native, hard rock, and in an alien language.

For the shy and/or drunken Snow Whites, there's a friendly, fluffy ragdoll cat lounging around, casually draping herself wherever is most convenient for attention and adulation. Caution: do not give cat beer.

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[timewreck]

Kiden's not the first face there (because only lamers arrive early to parties), but she isn't the last to show up. She arrives a little before 8 and makes a beeline for the food table, snagging a beer and a handful of cheese balls before they both run out and makes her way into the living room to dump herself on the sofa where the cat decides her next victim would be Kiden. Good thing Kiden likes cats enough to tug the lump of fur onto her lap so it'll be easier to pet with the back of her beer laden hand.

Okay, no beer but can she give cat weed?

[gwynn]

No, she cannot. (That's a filthy lie, nothing is stopping Megan from hotboxing her own cat.)

At some point, Megan appears hovering upside-down in mid-air -- the apartment's getting crowded, okay, she's making room -- and slowly reaches down to steal one of Kiden's cheese balls. Nya ha ha ha ha.

[implying]

Kiden. Hey, Kiden. Who's that (kind of short) dick approaching from 2 o'clock in the distinctive mask? ...Well, whoever he is, he's come bearing a bowl of macaroni and cheese. Fancy macaroni and cheese, at that. This shit is no Kraft Mac n Cheese, man.

He'll stop and lean over the back of the couch next to her, bowl held out as a preemptive peace offering. "Three cheese, as promised."

[controlledvariable]

Steph arrives about half past seven, dressed casually. She's taken to hiding a small amount of Bat-gadgets on her at all times, and tonight isn't any different, though she hopes she won't have to use them. She gets herself a beer that's more for appearances than actually drinking -- she'll be nursing it for at least an hour.

Then she starts mingling, wandering through the apartment and introducing herself to people. She's keeping an eye out to make sure no one gets into any trouble, but mostly she's here to have fun.

[gwynn]

Megan's talking to someone by the front door, laughing, touching her neck, playing with her hair a lot -- there's some very aggressive flirting going on there -- when she spies someone out of the corner of her eye that she recognises from the Network but has not actually met in person. Rather than make a note of that for later, she immediately whirls away, belatedly excusing herself, to head over that way and descend upon Steph like a gigantic, friendly pink puppy. Megan tends to act on impulse, because she has a memory like a sieve, and she'd never get anything done otherwise. "Hi! We met over the Network, right?"

She is much shorter in person, but that's probably to be expected, given her general fairy aesthetic.

[implying]

Social butterfly Vanadi here will make a beeline for Steph as soon as he spots her, which-- well, could take a while. He's pretty focused on chatting up hot people, and the mask doesn't afford great peripheral, okay. But at some point! At some point he'll be heading straight for her, two drinks in hand and a wide smile in place.

"Why, Stephanie! I haven't seen you in ages!" Ages, a couple days, it's all relative. "How have you been?"

[requiresssacrifice]

He really shouldn't be here. At almost thirty, Rex is too old for this scene, he's certain. Of course, if he's being perfectly honest, he's always considered himself too old for this scene. Still, it's an opportunity to observe others in the cohort, human and Xenian alike. He doubts he'll make any useful contacts, so as far as he's concerned, this is going to be a quick, in-and-out sort of thing. Megan was pleasant enough in their one encounter, so he can always act like he's just following up on their little chance encounter with a friendly visit.

So, with Iago in tow, he shows up at the party once it's well underway. There's mingling to be had.

Or... wallflowering. After a few drinks, he's just staying near the edges of the crowd, watching, but not participating in the party. And he might've lost track of Iago at some point.

[whattigerscanchange]

They may be thirty, but they aren't almost dead. You're only as old as you feel, and after a glass of that blue jet fuel stuff - that is, as it happens, just as good as Megan suggested - Odessa is feeling a bit closer to twenty than thirty. She's been standing near the record player for the past ten minutes, content to dance on her own with her eyes shut. It's easier to pretend like nobody's looking when you can't see if they are. Eventually, however, she's bumped into one too many people just trying to sneak by with the swing of her hips, and so she abandons her activity in favour of moving closer to the wall.

Which consequently means moving closer to where Rex stands. Rather shamelessly, she looks him up and down before tilting her head to one side, eyes crinkling at the corners with some kind of secret amusement. "Do I know you?" she asks. "I'm sure I've seen you somewhere before."

[gwynn]

Dang Rex, you old. Okay, to be fair, he is nowhere near the oldest person here -- a few of Megan's regulars from the Vault showed up, thankfully the ones she actually likes and who probably don't expect to bang her, and a couple middle-aged neighbours are currently holding court over an increasingly elaborate game of beer pong set up on Megan's dining room table. But it is true that the majority here are late teens, early 20's.

Wallflowering is distinctly not allowed, so when she spies someone doing it, she immediately goes to talk to them. Hence why she descends on Rex, hovering upside-down (how her shirt's staying decent is anyone's guess) in the air -- evidently her flying is much better when she can land just by dropping herself to the floor. "Hi! Whatcha doin'?" she asks.

( PREGAMING. for Will. )

[boomvox]

Getting from Creekside to Howl Barrow would take minutes, if cars existed - or if Jae had some kind of personal transport - but they don't, he doesn't, and taxis are too expensive to be bothered with. So he's on the train, going from Creekside all the way into the main depot, and then back towards the west side of town on a different line to get to Megan's house.

It could be worse, though. The fact that it's free, reliable, and about as clean as the Tube means Jae's as happy with it as he can be. In jeans, motorcycle boots that have never ever seen a motorcycle, and a black blazer over a neon green shirt, and platinum-bleached hair, he still really doesn't look that weird, because he still looks human. Currently, he's trying to balance a messenger bag above the crush of much-shorter-than-him patrons streaming onto train at Sheck.

[charismatic]

Will's gotten the hang of the el train, more or less, even if he hasn't quite gotten the hang of anything else. Occasionally he still doesn't believe that he was plucked out of his world and into this one through magic – but spending a few minutes outside and watching the variety of people (human and non-human) going by is enough to remind him that it's real. He still hasn't quite figured out what to do with that. It's a new feeling for him.

He hasn't got much of a plan for today, either. He'll need to stop by the employment office again, but other than that he's mostly just looking around. The train is free, at least, if crowded, and Will's tall enough and he's not in any danger of getting trampled. It also means that his limbs take up more space than they would if he were short, though, which is why he ends up with his elbow jammed briefly against the ribcage of the even-taller dude next to him once everyone is successfully on the train. “Sorry,” he says, shifting around until he's not directly injuring anyone.

open!

[implying]

That short weirdo in the mask, despite everything, looks pretty at home here! He has a drink in hand pretty much at all times, and usually a second one for whoever he's appreciating (read: hitting on) at the moment. Vanadi is pretty much never without his wide, friendly smile, and just about bursting with compliments and charm for anyone he talks to.

Basically, Vanadi couldn't think of a better way to pass an evening if he tried, and it totally shows.

:V

[molotovmartinis]

It's his habit never to use anything but text on the network; he likes surprising people in real life, whether or not they're able to see past his human face. Vanadi is pretty easy to spot, but Balthazar takes his time to get to him. In fact, he's just about passing Vanadi when he leans in just noticeably and hisses, "I like your mask."

Probably a dozen people have said that to him tonight, but there is a certain weird intensity to it, and the way he almost immediately moves on (though if Vanadi wanted to, it's not like he's totally beyond catching).

[gwynn]

"VANADI!" And then suddenly, there is a Megan! No, really, suddenly: she teleports from one side of the room to the other. Why waste time, apparently? If he lets her, he's totally getting hugged (everyone is getting hugged, deal with it), provided she doesn't poke an eye out on that mask of his that in person looks like even less of a dick than it does over the Network, so whatever Kiden's smoking, she better start sharing. "You came! Hi!"

[kryptonianclone]

Conner passes by on his way to get something to drink. He's not dressed as Conner Kent because this is an alternate universe and who's going to know who he really is anyway? People are from different worlds here.

He raises an eyebrow at the guy wearing a mask, wondering why when no one else really is, but doesn't say anything at the time.

[fuckrobertfrost]

For the record, John was not ordered to attend, he was already planning on it, but the slight nudge from Erik just takes the fun out of everything. Now he's not sure if he's allowed to get drunk or not. He decides that he'll just pace himself. A younger reporter decided to tag along, because Howl Barrow parties are usually the best, but he abandons John immediately, which is totally cool, bro, thanks. John gets a beer, eyes the cat, and first moves around just to see who all is here. This isn't a mission, he's just... not entirely sure it isn't, therefore he'll do work first and drink later. And no one would ever peg him for a serious business terrorist person, at least; he's some dude in a threadless t-shirt (they are ubiquitous throughout the multiverse).

[gwynn]

Megan is totally bummed that Erik didn't show up -- he seems like he needs to loosen up a little -- or, like, she would be if she weren't halfway to plastered by the time it's late enough for her to notice, and if her attention weren't going to get preoccupied later -- but that's later, and right now she is on a mission to determinedly make friends with everyone she doesn't recognise. This is why she descends upon John like she does various others, from behind, like you do. "Hi!"

She wouldn't peg him as a terrorist even if he were wearing, say, a dorky helmet.

tag this for horrors or angry monkey pointing

[molotovmartinis]

Rex thinks he's too old for this scene?!

Hi, Balthazar is just cruising into this party like an unstoppable missile full of bees, though in fact he is sort of in disguise, in the sense that he's not wearing a suit and tie, but rather some kind of eurotrash J. Crew ensemble. Maybe a record producer collided with someone's dad, and then he mugged both of them? Whatever the case, he's hanging out, talking animatedly, and doing the occasional gross party trick with his illusion powers. He'll start out pretty light, but as the evening wears on, and people become more intoxicated, branch out into some seriously disturbing shit.

[norea]

Hasi doesn't approach Balthazar, but she does wave, cheerfully, from across the room! Maybe she'll come over in a bit, depending on reactions and the mood of the party.

FOR PEOPLE SHE IS SCHEDULED TO MEET and anyone :3

[norea]

Hasi doesn't intend to stay long--not because she has some terrible objection to house parties, as she's in her mid-twenties and doesn't feel too concerned about being age-inappropriate--but because she has a 'work obligation', translation: spy business, later this evening. She sort of wishes she could stay and socialize without all this pretense, but she knows she can't slack on her mission at hand, and that's part of why she turns up in a figure-hugging femme fatale red dress and high heels that don't entirely suit the semi-casual tone. She has a wrapped gift in one hand, with a bright pink bow on top.

As she searches for the hostess, she does plan on doing a little socializing. And getting herself a drink. It is a party, after all.

[charismatic]

Will has a drink already – not his first, actually, but he's pacing himself because he's not interested in getting drunk tonight – and he's spent most of his time here alternately absorbing how different this is from the dull high society parties Teo used to drag him to all the time, and talking to random people. He figures he should try to get to know people in his cohort, at the very least, and since he's here...

“Hi,” he says to the woman in the red dress. He misses having bright colors. Not the most, of course, but it hadn't occurred to him until now. He hadn't had any of those once he went back up to space, either. He tilts his head a little, looking at the present. “Were we supposed to bring gifts?”

[studious_snake]

Once Hilmi managed to drag Jay to the party, Jay planted himself firmly in the corner, looking and feeling awkward and out of place. Maybe if he stayed really still, no one would notice him? He'd debated what he should wear for a bit before he came. He preferred nicer clothes when he wasn't doing something where they'd get messed up, but...well, from the sound of Megan's description of the party, he suspected there might be things spilling, and dressing nice would just make him stand out more, so he'd chosen to wear jeans and a hoodie instead.

Now, unless Hilmi bugged him to do something 'wingman-y', he'd just...skulk here.

[controlledvariable]

Steph isn't quite as boisterous as Megan, but she's friendly, so when she sees Jay looking awkward she makes her way over. She leans with her back against the wall near his corner, rather than standing in front of him and effectively trapping him there.

"You look like you're having fun." Sarcasm is not very helpful, but at least she says it with a smile.

le open

[boomvox]

Jae's major contribution to the party is the soundtrack: he isn't a walking iTunes store (yet), but despite his limited time in the city so far, he's dug up an impressive amount of local and imported music. His major score for the night is En Vogue's Funky Divas, and if everyone in here is not properly impressed, thrilled, and awed, it is highly possibly they can no longer be friends!! No, okay, he's not that extreme, but still.

He drinks slowly, deceptively, and goes through more red party cups than seems like would be a good idea, but manages to keep his composure pretty impressively. At some point in the evening he'll start to feel a little claustrophobic, but he's got ways to manage it.

[gwynn]

As soon as he approaches Megan's pixie sense starts tingling* and tells her that there is someone here she has to inflict herself on, so she goes looking. He's not hard to spot, he's a million feet tall and also, you know, hair. "Jae!" she shrieks at a volume that probably ought to shatter glass just before launching herself at him. Party Bros For Life, okay.

Also she is pretty drunk.

* NOTE: Megan does not possess a pixie sense, that is the beer.

OTA all the way

[hearditbothways]

If this is how he can live his life until this delusion ends - just hopping from party to party - he's fine with it. It keeps his mind off the obvious hints and facts that keep piling up, evidence that tells him how this is in fact a very real experience.

Either that or he has gone completely, entirely insane. It's so weird that he should function so well inside his delusion, however, and that again makes him wonder.

Or should make him wonder. Only not tonight. Because Shawn is postponing the scheduled dealing and thinking part for another day. Like he did yesterday. And the day before. He is getting quite good at that.

With an easy smile he pushes his way through the crowd, getting himself a drink and scanning the room for people he already knows or might want to get to know.

[gwynn]

"Shawn!" He'd better be prepared to be assaulted by a tiny pink girl, because that's what's happening here -- she lurches in his direction and then hurls herself at him, thankfully with not a lot of force since she's not that big. She's a tactile person, especially when she's a little drunk, so as the night's worn on she's gotten even touchier than she usually does. "How did I miss you? When did you get here?"

...little late but OPEN

[followbutmyself]

Iago always had an eye on Rex, so he normally wasn't too far away, but he had to just...get away. Iago was a social creature, prone to falling into conversation with almost anyone about anything. He enjoyed it- thrived on it, and was actually grateful for this little party, despite the fuss he had kicked up about actually going.

There was alcohol in a cup in his hands, though he didn't touch it, preferring to keep it for aesthetic purposes, rather than functional. Alcohol caused so many side effects he didn't want to experience in a crowd. He would rather save that for when he really wanted his thoughts to fade into a buzz.

Threading his fingers through his hair, he found a wall that he could lean against and kept part of his attention on Rex across the room and part of it on the people around him.

[boomvox]

In contrast, side effects are oftentimes the only thing that allows Jae to function in crowds at all - for someone who does what he does for a living (did do, anyway), that's an alarming thought, but he's good at managing it. Which is why when he ends up next to Iago, cup in hands, he seems fine, just friendly.

"Hey." He smiles, amiable. "This place is too small for wallflowers. Somebody drag you?"

for Jay

[charismatic]

Will's been through a few conversation partners at this point, but he's still on his second drink. It's getting warm, though, so he might just dump it when he gets a chance and grab a new one. He's trying to stick to friendly and not tip over into obnoxious, so he's definitely not finishing it, however rowdy some others might be getting. Eventually, he drifts into a quieter part of the house and finds himself a wall to lean against to take a bit of a breather. The sheer variety of people in this city is still a little overwhelming. The guy sharing the wall doesn't seem too out of the ordinary, but Will supposes that doesn't mean much, here. He tips his glass politely. “Hi” he says.

Re: for Jay

[studious_snake]

"Hi." Jay tips his beer in return. He was still on his first beer, though about halfway through that at this point. He really didn't want to get totally drunk for his own reasons, and on top of that, it really didn't take much to get him drunk. "I think we're the only two sober people here."