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Kaworu Nagisa | 渚 カヲル | ᴛʜᴇ ғɪғᴛʜ ᴄʜɪʟᴅ ([personal profile] peripheries) wrote in [community profile] deercountry2022-03-25 08:01 pm

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!

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

Birthday Board | At the Party | The Morning After | IC Party Games | Spice Dealer
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[personal profile] terriblepurpose 2022-04-03 09:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[Paul watches Kaworu cast around the room. He watches him think it through, intuition coupled with insight, and choose an answer that drizzles like warm honey down Paul's ribs.

He is being spoiled, whether Kaworu thinks so or not. He's being given everything he wouldn't be able to bring himself to ask for (or almost everything; almost, almost, but he won't think about that, not here, not during this), by someone he especially never would have asked it of.]


That's also my favorite.

[He squeezes back, affirmation and fondness.]

Did you write anything on it yet?
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[personal profile] terriblepurpose 2022-04-04 07:36 pm (UTC)(link)
[Paul suppresses a twitch under Kaworu's passing thumb; he pushes down the urge to grip tighter, startled and pleased. It's not the first time Kaworu has mirrored back that particular quirk of affection, but -

He didn't know how much he liked being echoed. He didn't know he liked this. There's a trace of that surprise in his glance at Kaworu, a surprise radiating inward and outward.]


Of course I'll keep it. After all this?

[Impulsively, he reaches out to set two fingers under Kaworu's jaw, tilting it up and towards him gently. The gesture feels familiar, even though he's never done it before. (Silhouettes in a doorway, talking quietly, thinking him asleep.)]

Take your time. I'm not in a rush.

[He draws his fingers back and finds his face a little further flushed, which must mean he's processing the alcohol, which must mean -]

We should get some more drinks. What are you having?
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[personal profile] terriblepurpose 2022-04-05 05:04 am (UTC)(link)
[Paul doesn't know what he's doing. His father was the romantic in the family, and even then, anything like this - so unstructured, so outside the realms of balanced power and formal arrangement - would have been out of the question. There are rules for this like there are for everything else. Paul isn't following any of them.

Instead, he follows the rising flush on Kaworu's cheeks with fascination, the spiking of his heartbeat a distant secondary observation. He follows the breathless tumbling syllables out of Kaworu's mouth.]


Come on, then. Let's do some applied theology. What are drunken angels like?

[He's tired of following the rules of a place he's not. He's tired of thinking everything out to its end. He's tired of knowing what will happen next, and he's tired of being wrong about what he knows.

So Paul pulls him towards the worm mural and the attendant shot passing skeleton, and he lets himself enjoy being surprised.]
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[personal profile] terriblepurpose 2022-04-06 08:31 pm (UTC)(link)
[Paul only smiles ambiguously at Kaworu's question, eyes shaded by long, dark lashes, the way he did in the tent a few minutes before teaching Kaworu his first wrestling move, and then fell asleep with his legs draped over his chest.

Kaworu asked if they were friends, and Paul had said of course, in half a dozen ways in a multiplicity of moments. Kaworu doesn't even have to ask out loud most of the time, anymore - he just looks at Paul in a certain way, and Paul looks back in another, and understanding is affirmed.

Are we friends? Paul asks himself, as they weave on slightly less than steady feet towards the next part of the night. Of course, and -

That's what the study is about. He has findings to make, conclusions to draw. A hypothesis to prove or disprove.]