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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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?"

"Wallflower?" he repeated, searching for elaboration, but context did give him what he wanted. "And yes. You could say that. Not that it's an excuse to keep to myself, but you do what you can." He smirked a bit and ran his fingers through his hair. "It's not exactly a choice I regret at this moment, though."

Which was partly true.

"Who are you looking to snare, at somebody's house party?" His teasing isn't flirtatious, but it's not at the level of giving him shit, either - a happy medium of humor and bullshit. Jae extends the hand that isn't busy carting around his alcohol. "Jae Kim." (Which sounds just like Jay Kim, which is how he tends to write in English - useless narrative details.)

Iago was more aware of flirtations that centered around Rex, rather than himself, so he took it as a joke and flashed a much needed smile before taking the hand. "Iago. And not a who. Simply keeping an eye on things, I suppose you could say. I'm embarrassed to admit it," no he wasn't, "that this is my first 'house party.'"

Jae glances around, demonstrative - all right, fair enough, there's something worth being eyeballed, here. (Personally he's watching Balthazar and Hilmi, when he can. One's a fucking weirdo and the other's a fucking jerk. But he never for a heartbeat looks anything besides pleasant and maybe a little drunk.)

"You don't look too embarrassed."

"Yes, well...I'm also a liar," he confessed, though he put enough teasing emphasis on that to make it seem like he wasn't being serious. And, for the most part, he had grown out of that lying stage. Only when the situation made it necessary would he act on those former impulses. But, for not, he was trying this "honest" thing.

"Don't let that deter you."

"Everyone's a liar." He smiles around the rim of his cup, taking a drink. "I've stopped holding it against people."

Which is a lie.

(See how that works?)

"Oh, but there is a difference in a liar, and a person who says lies, you see. A liar is malicious. You have to almost...fear them. They often get so caught up in their lie that they cannot see how to crawl out." He shrugged and finally took a drink from the cup he held.

"That's more their problem than mine." Though the truth of the matter is that Jae's spent time in the company of true monsters, experiencing genuine fear, the surface excuse - that his life is way too superficial to be bothered with this sort of thing - is what he projects. It's an art.

Iago actually laughed softly. "I should have suspected. So tell me...what is your problem? Or rather...what do you make your problem?" He wasn't asking just to ask. It was conversation, yes, but he had a reason for everything he said. Nothing that came out of Iago's mouth was for idle chatter.

"What, besides being stuck here?" Wry, but good-humored. Everyone has that problem; everything else, in his opinion, pales in comparison to interdimensional kidnapping. "The music selection sucks. I hate bleaching my roots." He shrugs.

He laughed absently at that, though he had no idea what "bleaching his roots" meant. He decided to ask Rex about it later, but, for now, he was going to make sure that he at least pretended to keep up.

"Being stuck here isn't so bad. I've been stuck in worse places. At least here, you have some semblance of freedom."

"That sucks, though. This is completely crazy."

That's a normal person reaction to hearing 'stuck in worse places', right? Right. (Jae's been stuck in worse places, too, but like hell is he ever telling anyone; the arrival room, to him, was one of the worst things this place could do to him.)

"Still," and he raises his cup, smiling lazily. "I imagine this beats prison wine."

Iago couldn't help but laugh, raising his own cup. "I suppose that would depend on the prison, wouldn't it?" He took another sip of it and cast a look around the room once more. He was paranoid, but wouldn't admit it.

blow a kiss for all the hearts they gon drop

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aha thought i replied to this days ago

lol, no worries!