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

Comments

[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.]

[necrolord]

[ She presses the bottle into his palm, and he looks down at it. There is a half-beat of confusion, the crease of his brow in the split second before he gets the joke—

Then God looks at the android girl as though she has just shot him in the face. ]

Anna.

[ This is a tone rarely heard from him. This is sheer, punch-drunk astonishment: this is God staring at someone as though they dared to walk up and slap him. It will likely put Harrow on high alert. It would make Paul sit upright if Paul were unlucky enough to be within earshot. For the barest moment, God is rendered speechless, and it is unclear whether he will laugh or cry or fly into a holy rage.

Then— with a grave solemnity, the inevitability of gravitational pull— he sinks to one knee, as though intending to propose. ]

I cannot believe this. I genuinely cannot believe this.

[ The die has fallen on laugh, evidently: his brow crinkles with incredulity, but he raises the bottle like a toast. ]

Count yourself lucky this is an inconvenient place for lightning.

[ This is plainly a joke, because he uncaps the bottle. He does not chug it, but he will drink it through the remaining rounds and chatter, resigned to his fate. Some rituals are too sacred for even God to shirk. ]

[hauntedsavior]

[as much as she desperately wants to laugh, her own shitty little smirk fades with the tension that his reaction introduced. it feels like the gravity within this room has doubled and redoubled to the point where it's almost unbearable. she knows, very well at the moment, why he is regarded the way he is by gideon and harrowhark and palamedes. he is a person of immense power—he is God, after all. and he is more than someone she can just joke around with. he is more than someone familiar to her, a representation of things past that bring with it unbearable pain for what can no longer be.]

[then he settles on laughing. and she resolves, mentally, to think twice before doing this shit again. sometimes it's funny. sometimes it's the scariest thing in the world. and if she's not a hundred percent sure which one it's going to be, she should really, really be careful with it. he is joking now; he may not be joking later. and though she herself has joked about calling down the wrath of god, it is much more serious an affair when she's talking to Him. no matter if they're friends. everyone has a limit.]

[when she finally exhales, she fixes him with a not-quite-drunk-enough-yet smile and raises her beer in a makeshift toast.]

The ritual is complete.

[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. ]