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

gideon nav | the locked tomb | fashionably late

[lipochrome]

early; cw: alcohol

[ Gideon shows up in her best black t-shirt and jeans, the sleeves of the shirt oh-so-expertly cut off. She's even bothered to throw on a little paint, for Harrow's sake, but it really is the bare minimum -- mostly some black rings around her eyes and a few slashes at her lips that make her look like she has no clue how to use eyeliner. Which isn't wrong, to be fair.

Her time in Trench has taught Gideon that she's a heavyweight, but the tequila still makes her feel even more sociable than normal, which is a good thing. She'll approach pretty much anyone at the party, and offer to dance, arm wrestle, or take another shot. The party rockers really ARE in the house tonight. ]

late; cw: drugs

[ Gideon takes the spice, because she'll try anything once. By the end of the night, it leaves her sprawled-out on the couch, her paint well and truly smudged and her grin lopsided.

You might find her alone, in which case, she'll wave you over, and with a slurred sort of urgency in her voice, say: ]

Hey. Hey c'mere, I got a question for you.

[ Or you might find her with someone else smaller, sporting darker hair and even more face paint. She's curled up against Gideon, who in turn runs her fingers through her black hair every so often. When Gideon smiles up at you, it's gentler, without any of her usual bravado. ]

'Sup. Nice party, huh?

Arm Wrestle.

[onekindsoul]

[Ruby grins when Gideon and approaches her with the challenge. She gives her bicep a flex to show these are clearly girlfriend carrying arms forged through battle and literally benching Ange on movie nights. Is Gideon sure she can stand up to that kind of unstoppable force?]

Sure. I'll take you on!

I've wanted to go a round against you since I saw you fighting the Leviathan.

[lipochrome]

[ Ruby is in luck, because Gideon only accepts challenges from the worthy -- that is, people with strong girlfriend-carrying arms. Ruby most definitely fits the bill. ]

Aw, thanks. You weren't so bad yourself.

[ Gideon sets an elbow on the table and flexes her hand. ]

The leviathan was nothing, honestly. [ Gideon, you nearly died!! ] This is gonna be the real challenge.

[onekindsoul]

[Ruby literally trains by benching her girlfriend on movie nights at the Clock House. These arms have been forged in the flames of WLW.]

I was doing my best to help out, you know?

[Ruby plans her elbow opposite of Gideon's and moves to take her hand.]

You have a point there. It's dead and gone and we're the two left standing.

May the best woman wi-

[Ruby blinks a little in surprise with her mismatched eyes.]

Hey- I don't want to make this weird or anything but-

[And look. She had a lot of experience of people making this weird.]

Did you know you have gold eyes?

[lipochrome]

[ Gideon is thoroughly in the arm wrasslin' zone. She's taken Ruby's hand and everything! But then Ruby goes and says something super weird, and Gideon just blinks those gold eyes, confused. ]

I - yeah?

[ A beat, and then she remembers the worst ten minutes of her life. ]

Hey, is this about my dad? Because, like, I am not responsible or involved with any of the messed-up and demented shit that guy pulls.

[onekindsoul]

[The confusion is something she expects. She remembers how confused or awkward she would get whenever her eyes were brought up. It wasn't until she was in her mid teens that really started to understand just why that was.

Then she hears and feels that change in tone and she suddenly feels bad that she might have touched a nerve. Her grip loosens on Gideon's hand for a second until it tightens again more empathetically than trying to start a fight.]

No, no. I don't even know who your dad is really. But I'm sorry things are shaky between the two of you.

...For what sounds like very good reasons.

I just meant that my eyes are kind of rare where I'm from. I was just wondering if it was the same with you.

[lipochrome]

[ Gideon Nav is really out here holding hands with a girl and talking about her dad. She is really doing this. Things at this party are happening so much, all of the time.

She doesn't let go, though, which hopefully puts Ruby at ease. It's not Ruby's fault she's got, hm, baggage. ]

Nah, it's cool, you didn't know. [ Gideon sighs. And then, maybe because the tequila makes it harder for her to keep secrets, or maybe because she wants to tell someone, anyone, who might fucking understand: ]

My eyes are rare too. They come from my dad. Which, like, is not that weird, but the problem is that he sucks. [ a beat. ] And he's God. So the whole situation's a bit weird.

alone

[slayerskiss]

[Faith, coming down from the spice as well, just smiles at Gideon and approaches. She'd been wandering through the desert for so long, it was nice to see a familiar face beneath a familiar face beneath a familiar face.]

Oh yeah? Maybe... I have a question for you as well.

What's your question?

[lipochrome]

[ Oh, a question for a question? This could be interesting. Gideon takes a moment to stare at a tedious little bone witch on the other side of the room, before turning her gaze back to Faith. ]

Mmm. Do you think people... [ she means Harrow, but even when she's this drunk, she's not going to say that out loud ] ...think I'm hot?

[slayerskiss]

[Faith almost laughs, she puts a hand on Gideon's shoulder.]

Dude. You have like... fifty abs. That's nearly as many as I have. You're so hot. [She hasn't quite picked up that this is about Harrow, because she doesn't know Harrow at all.]

I'm hot.

[She's not asking, she knows she's hot. She seems to have temporarily forgotten she had a question.]

[lipochrome]

Nearly as many? I have at least as many, dude. Lemme see your abs. I'll count.

[ a very normal conversation between two hot girls. ]

Yeah, you are hot. This party's for hot people only.

[slayerskiss]

[Imagine being a fucking normie with normal conversations. Faith, seeing this as a challenge, promptly looks offended.]

Damn, if you wanted me to take my top off, you coulda just asked. [Speaking of which, Faith promptly takes her top off.

Her ab situation is like... she is very toned, but still pretty lean. She has a lot of muscles but most of them are secret muscles and also she's could just benchpress Gideon anyway. Spiritually she has like fifty abs, in her opinion.]

[lipochrome]

I mean, yeah, I'm always down for hot girls taking their tops off. That's a given.

[ Gideon is Looking Respectfully, and also appreciatively. Those aren't fifty abs, but it's still a good physique, so Gideon's willing to give her a pass. ]

Mmm, sorry bro. I think you've got forty-nine. Now me, on the other hand?

[ Gideon's top also comes off. Her muscle is definitely more bulky than Faith's -- no secrets here -- but given that human beings don't have fifty abs, Gideon doesn't, either. Sadly. ]

[slayerskiss]

How can you tell just by sight? You can touch, you know.

[Faith is looking appreciatively at Gideon's own abs, but respectfully is a stretch. She reaches out a hand, not touching without permission but damn. Faith is beginning to suspect she might be a little gay.]

Hmmmm. Think it's about forty-eight and a half. Not quite. Better luck next time.

Oh yeah, I remembered my question.

[lipochrome]

Mm. I see your point. I was never that good at maths.

[ The nuns taught Gideon how to count, and that was about it. For once, Gideon is glad of that. She runs a finger lightly down Faith's abs, feeling their rise and fall, and not quite believing that this is real.

So much of Trench feels like a dream. Her friends, her family, and now this. Between the tequila and spice and general good vibes, Gideon feels light, distant yet present.

She offers Faith a wry, lopsided smile, and pulls her hand away. ]

Yeah? What's your question? You can touch mine, you know. You don't look like the counting nerd type, either.

[slayerskiss]

[She's still not quite sure she's out of the trip, that she's out of the desert. But after all those weeks hours of slaying, there's a primal sort of hunger beneath her skin. Hungry and horny, that's how she described it to Buffy, who blushed and turned away and denied and denied and denied herself. But Faith's not like that. And Gideon...

Well, Gideon is hot as fuck. She reaches out, a satisfied hum escaping her lips as she trails her fingers down Gideon's abs.]

Nah. Fuck maths, flunked out of that shit ages ago... [She looks up at her with that same cocky smirk quirking her lips.]

Pretty simple question. Wanna make out?

[She's not exactly a poet.]

[lipochrome]

[ Gideon's grin widens, slow and pleased. Really, that probably tells Faith everything she needs to know. Even so, just so they're clear: ]

You know what? Yeah.

[ Fuck maths, indeed. Gideon draws her touch away from Faith's abs, and shifts it to the other woman's waist instead, drawing her in close. (She's still got hella obliques, which, nice.) Gideon's other hand goes up towards Faith's head, tangling her fingers in that long, fine hair. Gideon thinks to herself that this is pretty awesome. And when they start kissing, she's not really thinking about anything at all. ]