Birthday Party

[peripheries]

Who: Paul Atreides and all his CR
What: Throwing everyone’s favorite Duke a surprise birthday party
When: Forwarded dated to April 1st
Where: Bone House in Gaze

Content Warnings: Drinking, underage drinking, drugs (both fictional and not), drawings of space worms, skeletons, will add further warnings if necessary



When you arrive at the house in Gaze, (affectionately known as Bone House), a skeleton will open the door and offer to take your coat if you have one. No need to take your shoes off or anything!

The large house has been decorated with black streamers and confetti. In the entryway and hung on the railing to the second floor that overlooks the entrance to the great room are large banners that say “HAPPY BIRTHDAY PAUL” (though one looks like it used to say “Jaune” but was just painted over? Whatever).

In the Living Room, there is a large board and various colored markers for people to write messages to the birthday boy. There is also a table full of bottled water and various couches, chairs, and beanbags to collapse into if the party gets to be too much and one needs a quiet place to rest or a place to chill if you’ve imbibed too much… well, whatever you had.

It is also where all the food and drinks are.

There’s an extremely large charcuterie board with the usual meats, cheeses, and olives as well as an extremely eccentric collection of snacks ranging from individual sized Cheez-it bags, to humungous bags of Doritos and salty chips, as well as nearly every kind of Oreo one can imagine.

There are also various cakes, all angel food. Some are misshapen, some have an attempt at being frosted with whipped cream and fruit, one even says “Happy Birthday Ka-” before that was hastily covered with a bunch of strawberries jammed really close together.

At the island, a skeleton is playing bartender. Surprisingly, it can seem to take and understand individual orders, but there’s always a constant flow of tequila shots being made and sent out to the great hall to be served by another skeleton.

And, no, of course it’s not going to check your age to see if you’re legal. It’s a skeleton. Why would it care?

The Great Hall is the center of activity and where everyone is encouraged to mingle and have fun. There is a skeleton on the grand piano in the corner gleefully playing piano covers of the hits from the Shrek Soundtrack with the occasional cover of “DaRude’s Sandstorm” when it has another one to help out.

In another corner, on huge piece of paper that spans nearly 6ft wide and 8ft tall is drawing of an Arrakis sandworm and it’s giant maw. The game is Pin the Tooth on the Sandworm and it’s… very easy… because the worm maw is most of the board. Even if the skeleton spins you as you’re blindfolded, it’s pretty hard to lose. If you manage to do it, which is likely, the skeleton running the game will award you a tequila shot! If you lose, the skeletons will award you a tequila shot (but it’s rail).

(It’s a drinking game, isn’t the point to drink?)

There’s also a table that has many candelabras on it, numbering up to seventeen. They’re still lit and burning even though there is a sign that says “make a wish!” even though it almost looks like a shrine for the dead.

…It’s maybe clear that the concept of “birthday candles” was greatly misunderstood.

There is also a skeleton dealing out small doses of “Spice”, a psychoactive drug straight outta the Duneverse. However, you must check in with this Skeleton to get a dose. There will be no “permanently melting your brain with ancestral memories” at this party!

Teacher’s/God’s/Jod’s/The Emperor Undying’s study, adjacent to the main hall, is closed and locked. Though, the lock is fairly easy to break if someone really wanted to get in. There’s not even skeletons guarding.

That said, many things are warded with eerie runes of blood and bone.

So, fuck around and find out.

The upstairs is generally off limits. Party goers can climb up the stairs, and it’s encouraged if they want to look over the Great Room from above, but all of the bedrooms are carefully guarded by more skeletons who will SCREAM VERY LOUDLY if you try to enter and will become hostile if done by force.

Of course, this won’t happen if you are with someone who lives in the house.

Enjoy the party! Mingle away!

((ooc: if you have any questions or anything, please hit me up at worldtype)) or via PM.))

Birthday Board | At the Party | The Morning After | IC Party Games | Spice Dealer

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[necrolord]

[ The kids seem to be enjoying themselves. This time, it's not a skeleton circling through with drinks or spice or a refill on the chips. Instead, it's God himself passing out cups of water to his gaggle of crossfaded teenagers. ]

Drink this and you can subject me to a round.

[ What's the game, kids? Is it time to relentlessly target a man in Never Have I Ever? Has dad interrupted Spin the Bottle and everyone would really like him to leave? Do you challenge God Himself to beer pong? ]

[hauntedsavior]

Let's see. Never have I ever... [she's thinking of the right things to say, and her eye slides over to teacher. and she's certain she can get him on something. it might be a little older of a meme, but she's pretty sure she can target him and get him to drink. she's a little drunk herself, sure, but it's fine. she smirks, hoping the rest of the table picks up on her dumb bullshit to target teacher specifically.]

Done the Harlem Shake.

[necrolord]

[ There is a flicker of something in his face— or several things, in quick succession, which she might now begin to realize is his standard response to her. He brightens to an amazed incredulity, startled halfway to laughing; it catches in his throat and in his eyes, curdles to pain; he exhales as that tension settles and goes indistinct. The set of his mouth is difficult to read.

He says, like it's a funny little bit of trivia: ]

One of my finer contributions to the parties on the First. Some days I live in fear that the tradition spread without my knowing and will reemerge when I am least prepared for it.

[ God is without a drink, so he turns expectantly to the first teenager who might hand him one. ]

[hauntedsavior]

Oh, sorry, did you need a drink?

[she exposes, from behind her back, a full and ice cold bottle of fruit-flavored malt beverage that is legally distinct from smirnoff ice. and she slips it right into his hand. anna knows precisely what she is doing and stares teacher down with that infuriating look of someone who thinks she's just the funniest and cleverest person in the room. it was all leading to this.]

[wannasmash]

[ He watches Anna hand God a drink like she's been waiting to all evening. ]

The class president said it wouldn't be school appropriate, so we practiced other moves instead.

[ It's for the best he won this round, because someone has handed him a tequila shot and vague knowledge of The Ritual involved with said tequila shot. Midoriya knows it's not a ritual, but Paul thinks it is. Midoriya is committed to messing with Paul, just like he committed to hiding the true nature of this birthday party.

Midoriya has never touched alcohol. This will backfire spectacularly. ]

[necrosaint]

I don't ... know what that is.

[ Harrow is here because the King Undying wanted her to play a game. She is not good at games. She is clearly already losing. She looks down at her water, trying for impassive, comes out as slightly dejected. ]

[peripheries]

I don't either.

[Wait! She doesn't have booze. He waves, alerting the waiting skeleton to come over and give Harrow a very large glass of red wine. He doesn't know if she likes that but it seems moody so. He offers it over to her.]

[hauntedsavior]

Then I guess he doesn't have to worry about the tradition spreading.

[she tilts her beer towards teacher as she talks to harrow. she notices harrow's not drinking (quite yet, at least, if she doesn't stop angel boy) and doesn't have anything to say about it.]

It's a really goofy dance. He told me about it one time when we went to get drinks and I wanted to laser target him. I'm sure he can fire back just as hard at me if he really wants to.

[peripheries]

Never have I ever eaten cake.

[Okay, not targeted because he doesn't have any functioning brain cells left.]

...Until today.

[the_obedient_servant]

Your life is a tragedy.

[hauntedsavior]

[anna takes a drink of her beer but she's not gonna be happy about it.]

Come on, dude, are you kidding me? You don't look like a dude who's done anything. Respectfully.

[wannasmash]

[ Midoriya heaves a world-weary sigh like an aged man, adding that to the list of things Kaworu didn't have as a small child. He licks the salt off his hand as instructed, knocks back his tequila shot--coughs and sputters like a loser, what the hell is this stuff--and sucks on the lime like it's his salvation. His eyes are watery, but he's had worse.

When he can speak: ]

You'll have to try different kinds. They're all very different.

[necrosaint]

[ Harrow's smile is very, very slight, but still there -- it is almost razor sharp if one looks closely. Otherwise she simply looks rather neutral, but there's a sly brightness to her when she completely fails to drink. Again.

Correct, she has not even eaten cake today, because Gideon has not yet forcibly put any in her face. ]

[necrolord]

[ God has, at this point, obtained a glass of cheap red wine. He says, mournfully, with a half-glance towards Anna: ]

Say what you will about me, but I would never lie about cake.

[ He drains half the glass. ]

[dohaeris]

[sansa rolls her eyes and gulps wine through her teeth.]

Everyone already knew that.

[she might have misunderstood the point of the game. or not?? does it even have a point??]

[wannasmash]

Never have I ever driven a car?

[ He looks at the multiverse and the multiverse stares back. ]

...or any other kind of vehicle.

[dohaeris]

[sansa has discreetly slipped into this group of teens sharing information, in case any of them says anything about the corpse magic. or about paul. or anything useful, really.

she is almost sure she knows how the game works by the time it gets to her.]

Never have I ever played this game before.

[she sounds droll, unbothered. she really hopes she hasn't messed it up.]

[hearthebell]

[However he got roped into this, L is here now, and his life experience is about on par with a lot of these teenagers.

He's had to drink on quite a lot of turns. He's pretty sure he has a good one, though.]

Never have I ever danced with another person.

[peripheries]

[Taking a cup and flopping against him bodily. A tipsy angel who also did plan this entire thing and is fairly maybe a little sleepy.

He should hit the spice.]

[justoscar]

Hmm.... Never have I ever... uhm...

[Oscar needed a moment to think. There were a Multitude of options he could choose from, ranging from the mundane notions of cult movies to the larger issues like committed war crimes. Both of which he had done, to a degree. Instead, he went for something simple.]

Never have I ever gotten a license. For anything.

[He was driving heavy machinery at age fourteen, and crashing military planes at fifteen. Did licenses even matter when he had the cumulative experience of hundreds?]

[necrolord]

[ God takes a drink. ]

There's always someone who wants to award me a slip of paper with 'honorary' on it. [ He looks good-humored, if a little distant. ] Though I'll admit I learned to pilot mostly by trial and error... Nearly met hard vacuum a couple times because no one wanted to point out my rookie mistakes.

[ That's definitely the only thing he ever would've needed a license for. ]

Anyway, I don't think Trench much goes in for paperwork... No one seemed fussed when I brought home the boat.

[slayerskiss]

[She raises her cup up like it's a boast.]

Criminal record!

[She doesn't drink.]

[dohaeris]

[sansa shrugs. she manages not to slosh any of her wine.]

I don't even know what that is.

[the word sounds familiar. perhaps littlefinger might have mentioned one? or perhaps she heard it in a song on her omni crystal.]

[hearthebell]

[This is one of the ones he doesn't have to drink for.

He's in his mid-twenties. He also sort of doesn't officially exist where he's from.]

They're overrated, aren't they? Someone else can always drive you places.