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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

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[ The realisation of what she's said slowly catches up on her. Peter knows fine well that Luna's not really one for uttering anything remotely close to curse words. She's said 'dingwad' a couple of times (when it was entirely called for), that she's learned from Fern. But even wizarding-flavoured usual sayings like 'Merlin's Beard' or 'Merlin's Pants' that aren't really that severe aren't something she says either.

Peter's doubled over with laughter, rolling about on the floor. Luna's sobering realisation over the whole 'on the wall' or 'off the wall' debate falls to a wide-eyed stare as she mentally utters: ]

... Oh, no. I cursed.

[ Luna turns herself towards him, her own legs sliding from the wall and ending up in a crumple heap on the floor and she rolls to reach for him. This is terrible! Awful! She cursed out loud! She never curses! She tries to hold him still for a moment, her fingers moving to cover his lips. No laughing, Peter!! ]

No, no, nooo— shhh. It's serious. [ There's still an odd smile at her lips; trying to be serious but failing — Peter's laughter over it all is still amusing to her. ] Swearing's bad.

( Peter's laughter only gets worse at the mental statement, to the point his eyes have literal tears at the corners and his stomach physically hurts. He's slowly trying to shake his head but mostly he can't do anything as Luna slides off the wall and tries to keep him still, and when her fingers move to his mouth, he's snickering all over again, freshly amused. )

No....No, it's okay.... ( Peter's in pain, the words coming slow and strained, in quiet gasps against Luna's hand. One hand moves up to her wrist to latch on, but he's not even.. pulling at it. Just holding on. )

It's not bad... Like... ( Peter's other hand slaps lazily around until it finds the random shirt he'd noticed crumpled up on the floor. He has no idea who it belongs to but it's the only thing around. The boy slowly brings it closer, holding it up in the air over both their heads. )

Like this...? This is crap. And you can say it.... Crap!

( .... 'Crap' isn't even much of a swear word at all, but Peter does know Luna doesn't like to swear, so he's just teasing with something very mild, here.... )

[ There's a long moment as she watches what he's trying to do, scrambling for the discard t-shirt and holding it up above their heads. Luna stares incredulously for a moment before giggling a little. And who's t-shirt is it, exactly? Who knows. ]

You're just being silly, now. That is someone's t-shirt! [ It's not a complaint, she is not complaining. Honestly it's a delight to watch him like this, as ridiculous as he is. Her fingers slide from his mouth and with a brief moment of whimsy, her head ducks to steal a kiss from him. ] But it's very darling.

I'm still not going to say it, even if I can. And I even know the 'eff-word', too. [ Louis told her what is means, some of the contexts of it being used. His menace lives on: This is His Legacy. ] No big curses, no little curses.

( He is absolutely just being silly, and stupid, and Peter's grin widens behind Luna's fingers, amused. Then her hand's gone from his lips and her mouth's there instead, and it takes his brain a few long seconds to process the little sneaky kiss — mouth tipping slowly open after Luna pulls back. His half-lidded gaze finds her face and he's slowly starting to turn his body to face her, lazy and heavy and comfortable.

...Though lying on the floor will inevitably cause some sore bones come tomorrow. For now, Peter's flying high and nothing hurts at all. )

You know the eff-word... oh my god.... you're a delinquent. ( He teases in his slow lethargy, voice a hoarse hum as he turns. And drops the t-shirt in the process, where it comes tumbling down onto his head. )

What the eff.... ( Peter grins again, tugging it off and swiping it aside, before he rolls fully towards Luna, gently knocking his head against her in the process. Woah....... lying on the floor is kind of trippy. )

I'd rather have kisses than curses anyway...

( ....Fishing for another little kiss, he blinks his eyelashes cutely at her. )

Peter, I have... broken in government buildings and been part of a very, very... um, secret magic-learning club. [ How else can she describe Dumbledore's Army when she's a bit too high—? ] How are you only just realising this?

[ Knowing the eff-word is but another level in her delinquency. Still, she's laughing though, pressing her lips together to try and stifle it a little as he drops the t-shirt on himself and then fights to rid himself of it. He's a silly boy. She knows this and loves him anyway. ]

That sounds about right. [ Given the choice? Curses or kisses? Absolutely kisses, a slow grin spreading across her lips. ] Me too.

[ She leans in, grin still intact as she moves to give him another kiss. But she stops, just before her mouth presses against his struck by a sudden thought — eyes glazing over for a long moment, gazing about the room.

It's the first of April today, or it was— is—? Is it after midnight, yet? There's a slow blink before her gaze returns to Peter, uttering in a loud whisper: ]

... What time is it?

( Oh, he definitely hasn't forgotten Luna's illegal backgrounds, or the secret magic-learning club (which, ironically, is exactly how Peter would describe it even when he's not high....) He knows full-well his girlfriend is a verifiable badass. )

I love that you have things like B&E in your history, buuuut you also won't turn in a paper unless it's been proofread ninety times. ( Despite his playful little grin, he says that with no sarcasm at all; he loves that Luna is both parts badass and nerd. He loves all the little things that make her Luna. How doing well academically is important to her, and also how she wouldn't hesitate to help her friends no matter how dangerous the task may be.

He's leaning closer too, mouth tipping open a little, this time welcoming a kiss instead of being so stupidly caught off-guard by it in his high state..... eyelids gently closing a little....

.....and then she stops. Peter's brain takes a couple long seconds to process it, and he's just lying there with his mouth still open a little, staring at her expectantly. Then Luna's eyes aren't on him anymore, but moving around the room, and his immediate reaction is to give a pout, his entire body sulking. Why no kiss, Girlfriend?? Where is the kiss??? )

Uhhhh.... I think it's like nine or something. ( Peter mumbles, voice husky from all the weed and lethargy. ....He just completely made that time up. But slowly, he fishes in his jeans' pocket for the pocketwatch she'd given him. He doesn't always wear it, worried someone might try to steal it, but he'd brought it with him to the party. Holding it up, Peter's glassy eyes stare at the face for a long few seconds before his brain's able to process the time. )

...Oh... It's two in the morning. ( He gives a little laugh as he puts the watch away and turns back to Luna. He props himself up with an elbow and reaches over to gently brush some strands of wayward hair from her face. )

Why? You got a hot date with someone?

I pride myself both on my enthusiasm towards my education, and helping my friends. [ She is someone who will always help her friends, even if that means breaking some rules, and she's proud of herself for that fact. But she is also a Ravenclaw through and through, and she's proud of that too. You're supposed to be proud of your house, after all.

Sorry, boyfriend. No kiss here for you. She is thinking and wondering on something very important. Maybe kiss shortly, have patience. You're not going to die just because you didn't get a kiss (although knowing Peter, he probably might think something like that). Stop your pouting. ]

Is it—? [ Only nine? Strange it feels much later than that, she's sure. And sure enough, her head ducking slightly to look at the pocket watch with him — squinting slightly as if it might help her read it: two in the morning.

...Oh, so it's definitely the second now. ]

... That depends. [ Her eyebrows raise a little and a slow-spreading grin appears at her lips. There's something almost mischievous in it despite the hazy dreaminess of what's in her system. ] Do you have something secretly planned?

[ The grin doesn't last for long, it subdues itself as quickly as it appears. She hums thoughtfully, then grows quiet for a little while — just enjoying how he carefully brushes her hair from her face with a glazed look before she looks across and up to him again. ]

... It's our anniversary today.

I pride your....self on those, too. ( Peter says, mind slow and hazy and dumb, and gooey about it. He's proud of her for everything. He can't even remember what initially started this topic of conversation and it doesn't matter. He's proud, he's proud, he's proud, even if she leaves him kiss-hungry.....

But there's clearly something on Luna's mind, and Peter's pursing his lips thoughtfully, one shoe nudging against the wall, still feeling a little dizzy from lying on the floor. He keeps his eyes on Luna, a finger twirling a strand of her hair slowly, winding it around until the curls are tight against it. Then there's a hazy blink, confused, but mouth lifting into a crooked smile. Something secretly planned....?

Anniversary. That confused look remains on his own face, as his mind tries to make sense of what she means, not quite understanding.

But it sinks in not long after, and his expression slowly melts from amused to quietly startled. His brows lift, and his mouth parts. )

—Oh. Is it....? The anniversary of.... us?

( Memory is weird and a little dreamlike (or nightmare-like); a bloody room and so many screams. Hiding in the closet. Afraid she wouldn't come back. ...But not all of it was like that. Not before. Before, there was...... careful, cautious dancing. Still a little strange around each other after what Paimon had done, but....

....There were shy smiles and nervous fluttering and he'd asked her if he could call her his girlfriend. Maybe Luna had been that role for him long before then, but... it was made official. A year ago, it seems. And he forgot, wasn't keeping track of it. Guilt pools into Peter's stomach even through the pleasant high, and he frowns a little. )

....I'm sorry. I didn't even realise a whole year already went by.

[ The anniversary of.... us? There's a little nod of her head, another brighter smile growing from her. But it stops suddenly at the sight of his frown. Luna's uncertain for a long moment, not sure where he's mentally gone. And then when it comes clear that he... forgot, and isn't quite happy about that fact, her expression blinks into surprise. Oh.

She makes a small sound, something soft to catch his attention. She reaches up with one hand, brushing the backs of her fingers against his jaw line gently. ]

... Don't be upset, if you didn't remember. [ Her brow furrows slightly. ] I'm not. A lot's happened, you know?

[ In terms of a year, probably too much, considering. Dying, the last few chaotic months of Deerington, waking up from the dream, adjusting to life in the Waking World. Not to mention that whole night was... quite the mixed bag. So no, not upset with him if he didn't remember. There's a long silence as she thinks, her hand still lightly petting against his jaw and then she suddenly raises her eyebrows. ]

We don't... have to do.... things, or anything. [ She gives him a lopsided smile. ] I just like that I got to be with you.

( Peter certainly isn't a stranger to guilt, but this one is... a little different, the shape of it. Sort of hard to exactly pinpoint in the moment, and maybe later when his mind is more clear, he'll understand. He knows he forgets things, and some of it is because he can barely keep track of what day it is when his mind is a confused dreamlike blend half the time, never fully his own. And admittedly, some of it is that Peter simply is a bit negligent with keeping up with things.

But forgetting certain things feels... weird. Wrong. He doesn't want to be like his parents — so distant from one another. Not warm. He can't remember the last time they even mentioned things like anniversaries; over time things like that had just faded away. He doesn't want to seem.... uncaring, cold, detached. Doesn't want to seem like this part of life that he and Luna get to share with one another (something so normal in the middle of everything that isn't) isn't special. Sometimes it's hard to pay as much direct focus to it, to being a young person in his first serious relationship, being with his first love. The life they live is difficult to find quiet moments of normalcy in, and really, a huge part of their relationship itself is rooted in the atypical.

But these kinds of things are still important. And it's a sobering realisation; he and Luna have been an item for a year. It's something he once thought he could never have with her, and now.... now it's something he thinks he could never be without.

He looks over at her in his upset, but it's a quiet one, hazy. She's right, of course; a lot has happened. Peter nods, his own fingertips lightly brushing against her hair, watching her watch him, eyes softening, fond. He doesn't want to be... lacking, when it comes to this. He's never been enough in any capacity, but he wants to be, for her. He wants her to know every second of every day how much he loves her, how much he wants this with her.

'I just like that I got to be with you.'

Aaaand there it is. The Luna Statement that completely floors him, in its gentle way. Something to immediately quiet the whispers of doubt and guilt, and Peter's eyelashes flutter a couple of times, a little smile breaking through the frown. In his glossy lull, he tips his head against hers again and brushes his mouth against her hand, words coming slow and quiet. )

Me too. That's all I want. ( Being with her is enough; it's always been. And they have the entire day to spend, being lazy and doing nothing together (...and lazing away their extreme highs.) It sounds like a nice way to spend an anniversary, and Peter's smile grows, slow and lazy. )

You wanna go home? We can.... eat a lot, and not move.

[ The funny thing is... the fact he does try, that he wants to do more — has always been enough for her. There's so much that's a lot, too much. With everything that happens around them, with them. But he does try, he tries with her — and she's never once doubted the love he has for her. It's... been a joy, getting to be with him. She likes that she can, that she does.

He smiles a little, and her lips purse slightly as she smiles back — fighting back the urge to chuckle as his mouth presses against her hand. She is... feeling very mushy right now, it's wonderful. ]

Good, that's enough for me. [ She slowly shifts her hand away from his mouth, tilting upwards slightly and in a little closer — pressing a soft kiss to his lips; she takes her time with this one, a little slow and lazy. Perhaps, she realises belatedly, for leaving him hanging before — she owes him a good kiss, she thinks with a smile.

When she pulls back, not moving too far from him, there's a small, thoughtful hum. Going home to eat many things and remain still for a long period of time sounds wonderful to her. Although... getting up off of this floor is going to... prove the challenge. But it'll certainly be worth it. ]

I'd very much like that.

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