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Entry tags:
- anna amarande: celene,
- chara: kai,
- ezra bridger: lis,
- faith lehane: kai,
- falco grice: owlie,
- gideon nav: floral,
- illarion albireo: lark,
- izuku "deku" midoriya: tea,
- johnny lawerance: josh,
- kainé: ava,
- katsuki bakugou: megan,
- kaworu nagisa: ru,
- l lawliet: lexil,
- lexi howard: argustar,
- luna lovegood: cheryl,
- ochako uraraka: roxy,
- oscar pine: basil,
- paul atreides: beth,
- peter graham: jhey,
- renfri: alex,
- ruby rose: josh,
- sakoto hojo: kari,
- sansa stark: lindsey,
- sayo yasuda: doom,
- shouto todoroki: blythe,
- shōyō hinata: owlie,
- the emperor: rona,
- tinya wazzo: argustar
Birthday Party
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!
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Birthday Board | At the Party | The Morning After | IC Party Games | Spice Dealer
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
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This specific interaction has him feeling a hell of a lot more like himself, and even if it only lasts a few minutes, it's something of a reprieve. That's what makes it easy for him to bark out a short, sardonic laugh as he washes his hands and watches in his peripheral the green haired teen stripping off his shirt to ring it out. For a moment, anyway, before he decides that he can afford to focus on looking for a towel to dry his hands off. "Damn right I ain't playing, I'm not a moron like you! But there ain't any rules on who gets to dish out your crappy winnings either. The fuck did you expect to happen, passing out in--"
Plop. Katsuki's voice stops abruptly as the t-shirt hits the side of his head. There's immediate fury written all over his face paired with a deadly, foreboding silence as his jaw visibly works to grind his teeth together. He catches the shirt in it's descent with a swift accuracy, turns to glare at him in a way that can only mean one thing.
Deku is about to have regrets.
Now his eyebrows raise high on his forehead as he pins the smaller teen with crimson eyes and holds him in his sights, while bringing the shirt down and whipping it out to unball it. Then he picks up the hem with his other hand and starts to sort of jump-rope it between his hands into a long, thinly wound strip. Choosing this moment to speak finally, his nose curls up with the dangerous and all too familiar predatory crooked sneer cracks through the hard scowl that Katsuki has had up until this moment. "You're just on a fuckin' roll tonight, aren't you?" In bad decision making, he means. He knows he'll know what he means. That nerd always fucking does, for better or worse.
When the wet shirt is nice and taut; a perfectly weaponized article of clothing? Katsuki whips it out fast and hard to nail him with it, wherever he can.
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Midoriya can see what he's doing with the shirt. He knows what's coming, because it's all for show, really, right down to that sneer. What's coming is something extremely stupid.
Despite the swiftness of his own sneak attack, being on the sauce means slowed reactions. Dimly, he can feel it, a slight sluggishness in his processing when he darts his eyes over Bakugou. A Drunken Master Midoriya is not. He can't dodge easily. His forearm shoots up and catches the end instead. It wraps it with a thwap, but he can take the pain.
"I already did this with something a lot more dangerous," he informs him without malice. Now there's a fierceness to his grin. It's a nice button-down shirt, a gift from a Pthumerian. He trusts the fibers to hold better than the secondhand things he usually buys. The memory of a barbed whip in October comes back to him, as well as his training with Blackwhip.
He grips and tugs back and down, trying to bring Bakugou low. Not for one of his usual kicks--subconsciously he knows that's excessive for a bit of roughhousing in someone's bathroom. Maybe he'll steal the shirt back or get him into a harmless grapple in this cramped space. He's not really thinking ahead thanks to the alcohol, other than the first combat lesson they learned together at UA: Don't damage your surroundings.
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No, now in noting it, he's both preparing himself for whatever move that Izuku will undoubtedly make against him and also uncomfortably noting the fact that it's a good thing. Despite the fact that it naturally makes him want to wipe it right the helloff of his stupid fucking face. The blond has gained a deeper, personal understanding of how Midoriya wound up in the state he was in when they reunited after so long in the woods. Of why his smiles don't always reach his eyes in the same way that they used to, of how those scars that were most definitely not there the last time Katsuki had seen him have shaped him. This? That stupid fucking copy-cat attempt of grinning like he does is welcome, because it means that at least he's figuring out how to be the new Trench Midoriya while not losing sight of the one that they've all come to know back home.
Stupid. It's fucking stupid. It's frustrating and Katsuki doesn't want to think about it anymore. He just wants to spend this moment being himself, too. The one that doesn't give a shit about anything but winning.
Can't do that from here, can he? He's effectively shoved that shit nerd away from him. So, with nothing but a scoff and a subconscious, battle ready grin starting to eat up the space of his own features, Katsuki lets the force of Deku's pull do just that, allows it to bring him in a couple of steps closer. Just enough that he can plant one boot on the edge of the tub for leverage, before he yanks against the shirt in return. A bid to pull his drunk classmate inward, while he reaches out to try to find his face with his free hand. If he's able to catch it in a firm grip, he'll use it to try to drive him into the corner near the shower head...
Because he's totally gonna try to get that fucker on again, he just needs to be able to reach while dealing with the drunk Broccoli here. While keeping himself out of the tub with that foothold.
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Seeking what they each lacked, and finding it by observing its potency each other, made them converge. Admiring the same methods and principles in All Might, and excelling at them right under each other's noses, ensured they would orbit around each other like twin stars--whether they liked it or not.
They figured out how to do it properly. Things were touch and go, but it was good. They made each other better. Then Midoriya was taken away from him and everyone else, save just one friend, and he lost so much. Damn right he's used to copying the memory of his missing friends. He's been doing it for months, trying to fill the holes in his heart and soothe the scars on his body.
He bats the shower curtain aside so it won't get pulled. Bakugou taught him (by example, he didn't actually teach him) to fight even when someone grabs his face. As he inevitably pitches back into the tub, he does what he's been doing since last summer when he asked Iida to show him some moves: He fights with his legs.
He hooks his legs around Bakugou's and jerks with his whole body. If he's going down, he's taking Bakugou with him.
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Except maybe the actual sound coming from behind the bathroom door. Oh? Does he dare put his ear close? Oh—
Oh.
These damn, crazy kids. Not even he’s this sprung. It’s definitely the cinnamon snorting going around. Or hormones? Did his not kick in because of a volleyball obsession? Who knows. Well, he’s not about to piss on the floor or run all the way home with a full bladder, no matter how athletic or sober he was.
He’s about to crash this party with, after some hesitation, a series of hard knocks on the door to be heard.
“Hey? Ummm,” how does he put this (actually, there’s no other way to put this)— “If someone told you to get a room? They didn’t mean the bathroom.”
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Just cause he's down doesn't mean that he's lost this grapple! A furious snarl barrels out of Katsuki's throat as his hand plants flat in the center of his classmate's chest to keep him against the tiled wall, and his other (the right, because of course) arm swings back fast... and then forward to nail him with a punch, dead center in his abdomen. It's not hard enough to do any damage, it's a calculated impact that is just meant to knock the fucking wind out of him just long enough for Katsuki to get back to standing. If the other teen bows in at the blow, all the better, he'll grab his shoulder and use that to get up faster.
Right as Katsuki gets to standing again, there's a series of knocks on the door and he stops where he is. His eyes don't leave his opponent, they just narrow as his nose curls up in disdain at the interruption... and then the voice follows. It actually takes a second for it to really click, but the comment has him reeling just slightly, before cocking his head to look at the door like it's said the most offensive fucking thing he's ever heard in his LIFE.
Get a fucking room?! Oh fucking hell no, that ain't- God he could fucking puke right here at the implication! And it would be something easily just brushed off, if not for the fact that there isn't any way for either of them to leave this damn bathroom without that asshole on the other side seeing them both??? Like no matter what, that just looks the way they're gonna want to see it! This motherfucker doesn't even have a fucking shirt on, for fuck's sake! There's no way of excusing it, explaining it away, it looks bad and doing any of that is just gonna make them seem even more guilty.
"OCCUPIED, FUCK OFF!" Is the best he's got, while the gears of his mind work overtime to think of a way out of this without being completely fucking humiliated for no reason. If presumptuous douchebag on the other side doesn't listen, he is gonna have to do something drastic. It feels like it takes way too long, but it's actually only a second before those red eyes set with a sudden determination. "Stun grenade...yeah!" Gets uttered under his breath as he pushes away from Midoriya suddenly and turns to step back out of the tub to make his way to the door, fingers twitching at his side in anticipation
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The reality of that firm knocking comes crashing into him harder than Bakugou's fist. It's more sobering than a bucket of water. At least Bakugou didn't add peeing with the door open to his list of crimes, because, yes, he is not a complete animal. Midoriya's eyes lose all their bite, widening in simple surprise. He completely lets him go. He's nervous now. How does he explain being jumbled up with and fighting this guy in a bathtub? Really, he's always had a hard time at school putting into words why he and Bakugou are so weird.
His eyes (watery as he struggles to regain proper use of his diaphragm) haven't left his opponent either. He has to watch an entire series of transformative expressions on his rival's face. His own mouth drops open in disturbed shock, pink blotching his cheeks. Oh no--the sounds they were making did seem like that. He didn't even think of that. It's not what it looks like! Please don't get the wrong idea!
He's reached the same conclusion about having to leave the bathroom together. He can't think of any other way this could look. This person, this stranger, is going to have absolutely the wrong idea here. There's no coming back from this.
Bakugou shouldn't have muttered. He shouldn't have set his sights on a new target and released his previous one. All thoughts of embarrassment scatter from Midoriya's head to the four winds. His eyelids fly open, ferally wide. He isn't even aware of moving. Sometimes he moves without thinking, for more important life-saving reasons. His legs spring forward as he slams straight towards Bakuou's middle, arms trying to close around him in a tight grip for a heavy tackle.
"You're not using that on anyone at Paul-kun's party!!"
His shirt lies forgotten in the tub.
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Maybe if he just keeps knocking (which he does, louder, continuous and more obnoxious)—
“Come onnnn, I have to pee. That’s what the bathroom is for.”
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"Let go of me before I kill you, you shitty nerd! Ain't like it's gonna fucking hurt em!" That part is loud, but thankfully? Your blond friend ain't totally stupid, and the next part gets hissed out much quieter through clenched teeth. All the while, the hand that doesn't belong to the elbow that is certainly going to continue landing blows? Moves to try to tear apart Deku's grip around his center.
Don't make him get serious about this struggle, dude. Katsuki is about two fucking seconds from that. "No way in hell am I gonna let that jackass seeing my fuckin' face and think we're doing anything like that in here! The hell is wrong with you?!"
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"Stupid--idiot--That's just going to--make someone want payback--"
He would really like Bakugou to be more considerate of others, if only for the sake of not having to reap what he sows and getting people (Midoriya) caught in the crossfire! On multiple occasions it's been jumping into stuff, mouthing off... mostly mouthing off...
This calls for a desperate measure: an accomplice.
He pivots away from the worst of the blows, moving his feet around rather than through the indomitable wall of anger, spite, and shame that is Katsuki Bakugou, walking disaster. Uraraka would be proud, but it's still difficult to prevent himself from colliding in a jumble with the door while struggling. He bashes his hand against the lock, fumbles, and it clicks open. He calls through the door,
"Sorry! We're coming out! Could you cover your eyes? This is really embarrassing!"
Under his breath in a mutter as he works the knob, "Gotta--make sure--he does--Don't you dare, Kacchan--"
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“Yeah. I don’t want to see anything.”
He already heard enough, and these voices are going to be buried into his memory for ages to come. It’s your chance to escape, boys. Plus, Shōyō is a man of his word: he doesn’t look.