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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[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."

[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?"

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.

[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).

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.

: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).

:B

[implying]

People have said it to him, a few times tonight and more times than he can count before tonight, but it doesn't usually come out like that. It's mocking, or interested, or sarcastic, or sometimes apathetic. Intense? Not usually. So his attention is pretty thoroughly snagged, head swiveling to see just who was emulating that text conversation he'd had not so long ago (what else would it remind him of? it was decidedly odd), and finding only a retreating back.

He presses his nearly untouched drink into the hand of the woman he's talking to, along with a thorough and heart-felt apology and a promise to continue later, and then he's slipping after his attention span-less complimenter.

[molotovmartinis]

His passage is remarkably fleet; he's six feet tall but not terribly big, yet people seem to unconsciously accommodate a much wider berth. Then again, as soon as that impression might filter in, other people seem barely to notice him at all, passing very close to him and possibly impeding Vanadi's progress. Balthazar comes to pause by the table of food, and it's there that party-goers absentmindedly clear away, forming a small convenient space. He pours a drink and turns smoothly, offering it to Vanadi without any indication of surprise.

"Hello," he says with a faint smile.

[charismatic]

“Yeah,” Will says, looking up and smiling again. He's talked to a few people, since showing up, but he's never felt this out of his depth in his life. At least he felt like he knew what he was doing when he joined the rebellion. He's spent half his life either preparing or actually being a soldier, not... this. “Technically, I've been here almost a week, but it doesn't really feel like it.”

[implying]

It's a struggle to keep up with him, but not one Vanadi minds. Curiosity helps a great deal with that. And then just when he's finally going to catch up, one hand nearly risen for a tap on the shoulder--

--He's being offered a drink.

The mask hides his surprised blink, at least, and he only smiles. Instinctive, easy. Charm is the best default he has. "Well, hello. Is this for me?"

[molotovmartinis]

"For one of the happiest people on the network," he says, deadpan, still holding out the drink. In a metaphysical sense, he is very still, keeping all of him wrapped up tightly. To Balthazar, Vanadi carries a tint of something not quite human, but it does not feel xenian, nor dead; merely, perhaps, absent. The closest comparison he can make to any experience from his own world is a golem, but there's no sense of magic, and much more vitality. Vanadi doesn't seem to see him for what he is, but then, that mask is hiding half his face.

The drink is, incidentally, some sort of terrible fruit punch and vodka, with a gummy worm floating in it.

[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!"

[gwynn]

"Oh wow, that's so cool! It's good you got it down so fast, dang. What are you doin' then?" She is taking this question-asking thing as an opportunity to drink in between, since otherwise Megan just tends to kind of... go. Like someone pulled a string on her back and let 'er rip.

[implying]

"I've never heard a clearer invitation than that." He accepts the drink with a nod of thanks, hesitating not at all to begin sipping. He seems to see nothing wrong, either with Baltazar, or with accepting a drink from such an odd character.

"So," he starts, head cocking curiously, tipping forward just slightly for a full sweep of the look of his company, "I suppose I'm not wrong to associate you with that short-lived textual conversation, not too far back. And in that case, it's a pleasure to address you more directly! May I ask your name?"

[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.

[implying]

Well, she definitely wasn't kidding about the teleporting. His mask neatly covers any kind of surprise, and then he's excusing himself with a light laugh from his current company to return that hug in full. Hugs! He likes them! And he's really good by now at not poking out eyes with the tip of that mask.

"I haven't yet, but I wouldn't be entirely opposed to the idea of it." Said just ever so charmingly, there's no way that's an inappropriate innuendo. "It's a pleasure to meet you in person at last, Megan! You have a lovely house, and a charming cat."

[gwynn]

Megan fucking loves hugs, all that ecstasy she did as a young teen was part of her intense hugging training regimen and now she is the reigning champion. She laughs at the joke even though that's terrible, Vanadi, and beams at him. "Thank you! You met Satan, then?"

... girl.

"I'm a terrible hostess, can I get you anything? Beer? Food? Bong rip?" GIRL.

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.

[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.

[implying]

Well, he's going to assume Satan is the cat, helped along by the fact that he's sadly ignorant of any other notable figures by that name, and nods.

"Bong rip?" he repeats, sounding it out like it's foreign. Which it is. The phrasing, at least! But don't worry about the content, there's all sorts of educational depravity in his life. "What's that?"

[timewreck]

Well then. Kitty will get hotboxed big time once Kiden figures out who's dealing tonight.

"Bitch," she says once she realizes the hand belongs to Megan. Kiden guesses if Megan wants to pull a fast one with her powers, she can do the same. So for a quick second (to Kiden. It's more like a full three minutes in reality), she pauses time to snatch back her cheeseball. Nya ha ha ha ha that.

[timewreck]

She'll be the judge of whether it's better than the blue box, okay? And for the record, Kiden is recoiling from her favorite dick and his mask because he is just too close for comfort.

"Did you fart in it or some shit?" she asks, watching him warily. Because this guy Kiden does not trust.

[implying]

"Not as far as I'm aware!" he says brightly, as undeterred as ever. Maybe even more so now, as it doesn't bother him at all that she's leaning. He always does better in person. "I'd even be willing to taste-test for poison, if you like."

[timewreck]

"Will you taste-test and choke on it?"

Oh, Kiden. Ever the friendly one looks a little too excited about that.

[implying]

"I could try, but no promises. I'm very good with my mouth, choking could prove difficult." And that lovely bit of intelligence provided, he happily swings himself over the back of the couch to take a seat next to her properly. ...And the couch kind of visibly sags under his disproportiate weight, which is a little weird, but okay.

"It's going to get cold," he says, a little disapprovingly. It's good food! You can't let good food get cold.