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.

[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.

[gwynn]

Megan gasps and flails her arms when she notices the missing cheese ball. "Cheater!" she says, as... if flying above someone isn't also a form of cheating. Madam.

[timewreck]

"Says you," Kiden replies, smirking right before she pops the stolen cheeseball into her mouth. "You started it with your teleporting bullshit."

[gwynn]

"It's not bullshit, thank you very much," she says in her best haughty tone, which... isn't very haughty. "Hey, you want some?" She indicates the bong, waits for an indication of 'yes' (who is going to turn down free weed, honestly), and pulls it over. She did come prepared for the quantity of people she guessed would be here tonight and she knows she's not the only one holding, so no big deal. They'll just partake until they're both too baked to give a shit about anything.

[timewreck]

"It is bullshit unless you use it to do something cool." Sorry, Megan. Stealing snacks doesn't count. Anyway, a bong has arrived on the scene and Kiden's much more interested in getting high than arguing over mutant powers.

"Like you gotta ask," she says, snitching the bong from Megan's grasp. "Where's the weed?" And the cat because she's totally getting in on this.

[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."

[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.

[timewreck]

Kiden doesn't notice the discrepancy between his weight and the couch because she is too busy scooting to the far, far edge of the sofa. She's practically ready to launch right off of it.

"How about you get to fucking off, dickhead?"

[implying]

This here is the heaviest sigh that has ever been sighed. Really, it is. He leans forward, putting the bowl on the table in front of the couch, and stands up again.

"I can probably manage that much. If you don't feel like eating it, would you do me the small favor of finding someone who will? I'd hate to let fine cooking go to waste." His own cooking, of course. He's just humble like that.

[timewreck]

"I don't hate anybody that much." Except him. Always except him.

She'll just sit here and drink her beer, no matter if she's clearly underage, until Vanandi leaves. Hopefully.

[implying]

He takes that with just a nod and a smile, and it sort of looks like he's heading away-- until he's draped over the back of the couch again. A bit nearer to her than where he'd been sitting. But that's just what she gets for scooting away so far. "Say, I don't suppose there's anything I could do to make you stop hating me quite so much? Short, of course, of dying. If I can help it."

[timewreck]

This is what she gets for trolling him on the network too, right? Damn him. Damn the temptation to start shit over a tiny little screen. Damn the temptation to dump the rest of her drink on that stupid little helmet, but Kiden doesn't waste booze. Ever.

"You could get the fuck out of my face before I punch you in yours. Or you can just stop looking like a dick in general," she replies as if she's just really giving him a little well-meaning advice.

[implying]

Vanadi makes a show of thinking that over, fingers at his chin before he finally shakes his head. "Call me suspicious, but I can't see that working. I think you would still hate me just as much in each case."

[timewreck]

"Yeah, because you'll still be a dick in either case, so why bother?"

Vanadi, you're ruining her buzz, man. Kiden can't even get drunk with him all up in her space. Where is Megan to save her? Oh, but until Megan gets here, kiden will just throw cheeseballs at Vanadi's face... the little that is visible.

[implying]

Gifts! Small, projectile gifts of food. That Kiden, what a thoughtful sweetheart. And Vanadi is happy to catch anything he throws in his mouth, pleased for the chance to.

"You know," he starts, finishes his bite, and pauses for some thoughtful regarding, "I don't think this is hatred. Because as far as I know I haven't actually done anything to earn it, and it would just be preposterous to hate without reason." He snaps his fingers, all but beaming. "This is just a form of affection, isn't it?"

Sorry, Kiden. This is his theory and he will now, officially, be sticking to it.

[timewreck]

"I thought I told you to fuck off."

Affection? Not even close, dude. He better not make her push his face in.

[implying]

Well, now that he has his pet theory, that just makes him smile. It's as good as an admission. He reaches to pat Kiden's head fondly (but is already pushing off and leaning away as he does, mostly for his own safety).

"Right you are. Until next time, my dear!" And is he... actually heading away? At last?