multiversallogs | blow a kiss for all the hearts they gon drop

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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“I don't know,” Will says, going along with it. Or keeping on with it, whatever. “I'm not really very good at subtle. I'm more of a -” he makes a vague explodey gesture with both hands and throws in some illustrative noises for good measure before grabbing the handrail again - “sort of guy.” He lets himself smile, then, because being silly is kind of nice after a few days of being tense. “I'm Will,” he adds.

"Really." He's smiling now, indicative of laughter, though Jae doesn't often laugh out loud - too many years of radio work and needing to speak clearly. "That seems like something better put on a personal ad. I'm Jae. I'd shake your hand, but-" he shrugs a little, as he's sort of trapped, with one hand attached to the hand rail and the other holding his bag balanced on one shoulder. Apparently there's something in there he doesn't want to get squished.

Will waves his free hand, not bothered. “I don't have anything to carry yet,” he says, “or I'd probably be holding onto it like that too.” He'd also be happy be wearing his own clothing. Or new clothing that's his – he's probably never seeing his own clothing again. The stuff he got from the Inn is serviceable, and attracts less attention than his flight suit would, but he's looking forward to actually picking out his own clothes again. “Things are a little more orderly, where I'm from.”

A look flickers over Jae's face like Oh, and though his default is relaxed and friendly, something about him seems a little less practiced. "You're new, too?"

He's only just gotten himself to chill out, really. Talking to natives is still weird; it's easier when it's someone who understands the distress that still lurks in the back of his head.

“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.”

"A little over two weeks, for me." He doesn't bother saying It's been really surreal, because... hey, grass is also green, imagine that. "I still don't know what I'm doing. I should probably be looking for more work right now, but I can't take it anymore."

“Looking for work?” Will says sympathetically. “I'm doing the same thing. Not much luck so far.” There's only one thing Will's really qualified for one thing – the military – and he doesn't think that's something he wants to do, here. Not something he really wants to do anywhere, really. This time he just has – had – a cause.

"Anarchy 99's letting me have a night," he says with a shrug - as much as a shrug as he can manage. "But I have to settle for internships everywhere else. It's not much, but apparently it's pretty good, all things considered. What are you looking for?"

Not that Jae has any suggestions past the club scene, but one never knows.

“Hopefully something that doesn't involve sitting at a desk all day,” Will says. “Other than that, whatever I can get right now, I guess. I'm good at driving really big machines,” that's the least scary way he can think of it to put it, “but I haven't found anything involving that yet.”

"Oh, yeah." He wrinkles his nose a little, in sympathy. "Technology's kind of weird here, right? I got the impression I only got a gig as quickly as I did because I actually knew how to hook up their sound equipment." Slightly belatedly, "I'm a DJ. I was doing a ton at home, it's been like I'm a kid again."

The next stop comes, and people shift around, bumping and bustling with people getting in and out of the cab. Jae's not due 'til the next one, so he stays where he is, managing not to get swept away anywhere. "Hey, are you going to Megan's party?"

“I don't know her,” Will says. “I saw the the post, though.” He's been sticking to observing the network instead of participating, considering what happened last time. But, whatever, he didn't know what was going on. He still doesn't quite know what's going on.

"You should come." Jae knows what that lost feeling is like - hell, he's still feeling it. And he knows how much he appreciated Megan dragging his ass out to go clubbing and get wasted, even if her teleporting him had freaked him out. "It's mostly going to be other people in our cohort, you can meet some people, have a couple of drinks."

Will only has to think about it for a second. It's probably a better use of his time than what he was planning, and he doesn't really know anyone yet. “Sure,” he says, smiling a bit more broadly. “Thanks.”

Jae grins. "Great." More people is always good - especially guys around his age; Jae adores Megan so far, but he suspects there's going to be no shortage of nineteen year old girls at her house tonight. They should really balance that shit out.

"It's pretty close to the next stop, she said, so it's not that far out."

“I'll just follow you then,” Will says. He's got the rail system down by now, but he doesn't know the address. He hadn't been planning on going, so he doesn't remember the address. He supposes he could use the CiD to pull it up, but it's less complicated if Jae is going anyway.

And thus: off they go! It isn't far from the Lich Setting stop, so it's not much of a hike; Howl Barrow is a friendly neighborhood, and Jae had considered moving there, but it was a little too close to the Spatters for his paranoid ass. (The fog freaks him out, big time.)

Presumably he'll be seeing Will periodically throughout the evening as everybody gets crunk.

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