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

[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.

[peripheries]

[A shrug!]

I don't have much of a say in it, do I?

[the_obedient_servant]

I suppose it's better to have spent a life without cake only to get to try it in the next one than to live a life full of cake and have absolutely none in the second one...

Your living conditions are improving. Stay DETERMINED.

What about pie? [Chara, that's not the game...]

[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.

[peripheries]

I've done plenty of things! I've been on a plane and piloted piloted a man made giant robot.

[Those are two (2) things.]

[hauntedsavior]

Yeah, and I haven't done either of—no, okay, I've been on a plane, but the giant robot thing is new. I've done a lot of weird shit, but not that quite yet.

[a beat.] Been in a band called GIANT⚡ROBOT. That sort of counts.

[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.

[peripheries]

[Takes a picture of Izuku's face on the Omni.

IMPORTANT BIRTHDAY MEMORY DOCUMENTATION.]

I liked the kind Paul made.

[wannasmash]

[ Blackmail, more like. Kaworu's promise not to show things like this to people who aren't already mutuals won't save Midoriya's rep. He heaves a breath. His stomach is turning into fire. ]

I'm glad Paul-kun is learning to cook. [ He's so, so glad. ] If he hasn't already learned, I'll teach him eggs. If you can cook breakfast, you can cook anything.

[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. ]

[peripheries]

I think you're doing well at this, Harrowhark. That may make us rivals.

[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. ]

[peripheries]

What happens if you lie about cake? Is this a human custom that cake must be truthful?

[hauntedsavior]

[she glares at him from behind her bottle and doesn't say another word. don't you fucking hit her with that, teach. she needs no additional way to find any geeks or gamers in the crowd at this party.]

[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??]

[terriblepurpose]

[Paul sips his drink, his eyes lightly shaded by downcast eyes.]

Did you like it? It's called angel food cake, so I thought...

[He shrugs, lightly, as if he isn't all but shifting foot to foot in - anticipation, he'll call it.]

[peripheries]

Really? Humans are so odd.

[He leans over and bumps Paul’s shoulder affectionately with his own. There’s a moment where he lingers, feeling the warmth where they meet.]

It was good.

[terriblepurpose]

[Paul lets out a slight breath as he nudges back, shoulders looser than they have been in some time.]

So we're odd, but we did get one thing right?

[forwantofahorse]

...do cupcakes count? [they ask meekly, staring at their water and intensely wishing it was beer.

Once again, Sayo is far more alike to Kaworu than they'd like.]

[peripheries]

...I think that's for you to decide. You have to decide that cake means to you.

[forwantofahorse]

Having to ask means the answer's probably no, isn't it.

[Sayo releases a heaving sigh.]

[foulhussy]

[ Kainé pointedly does not drink. Her life was devoid of happy things like cakes. ]

Don't see what the damn hype is about. Too spongey.

[peripheries]

Paul's "angel" food cake was good.

[hearthebell]

[For L, particularly, this one is a "finish your drink" kind of prompt.

He does so.]