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.

Comments

[boomvox]

"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.

[followbutmyself]

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."

aha thought i replied to this days ago

[boomvox]

"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."

lol, no worries!

[followbutmyself]

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.