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

[necrolord]

Of a sort. [ This he says with intentional, polite vagueness; he waves a hand as though to release a servant from attention. The nearest skeleton goes clattering away. ] Necromancy is the magic I brought from home... myself and a few others. It's as normal to us as breathing, spooky as it may seem to everyone less familiar.

[dohaeris]

[she watches the skeleton walk away, in order to sound extra casual as she asks the next, crucial question.]

Oh, did you bring the all the bones from home, too?

[fake bones, wood and paste bones. at least the human ones.]

[necrolord]

Mostly. [ Mostly is vast overstatement, but he says it like it's of no consequence. ] I didn't wash up with much of anything... not even the clothes off my back. Not a graceful entrance, let me tell you. Harrowhark [ and he gestures to the skull-painted girl passing across the room in the far back, looking generally discomfited by the concept of a party ] was a bit luckier in that regard.

[dohaeris]

[mostly is not quite good enough, but she's not about to let that show. instead she smiles in the direction of the girl, who can't help but feel a pang of sympathy for, though she thinks there's a good chance it's misplaced if the girl is also responsible for puppeting dead bodies...unless the dead bodies agreed to be puppeted in life, as some people burn their dead and some people bury them?

regardless, she turns back towards the man with a small huff of laughter.]

You didn't even get a bag? Paul said I was unlucky to have to win my things back.

[necrolord]

Oh, I got the bag, but there was very little in it. A rock, a notebook, the usual.

[ He smiles as though this is a funny inconvenience. As though there was no more reason for it than bad luck.

As though he didn't wash up naked because he'd been wearing nothing, back home, but the robe he'd pulled off a corpse. Not a graceful entrance is a funny way to put it, but the honest truth is, he'd risen out of that water spitting mad.

That's where the skeletons come from. ]

Still... at least no one made me play skee-ball for my shirt.

[dohaeris]

[odd, but not overly concerning. she laughs.]

Oh, Paul won my things back for me. All the Wakers were very helpful. They gave me old bedsheets for my petticoats at the inn.

[she'd asked for stays on the beach, and one woman brought her daughter's old ones to her at the inn. everyone washed up naked. it's perhaps unusual that this man would make particular mention of it.]