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- 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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Of course. I consider the ability indispensable.
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And this...is something you anticipate might happen at some point in your future?
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Although, it wouldn't really be your fault, would it? In that situation, you'd be a cannibal by coercion. But I suppose the psychological impact would still be unpleasant.
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[Spoken as though the implication is insulting in itself.]
If one is poisoned by human flesh, at that point... it would be coercion, and therefore not fault, but the result would still be the same. I would still be a cannibal, but one who had exhausted virtue for a worthy cause. If there was a pyre for cannibals after I caught the ringleader, I'd stand on it gladly, and burn on it gladly.
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[Paul sips his drink again as he considers this, evaluating Lazarus with sharper (although still intoxicant blurred) eyes.]
Do you apply this standard to everyone, or just yourself? If you came across this hypothetical nest of cannibals, and found one of their victims had eaten human flesh, would you condemn them too?
[He doesn't ask in judgment. This is a genuinely interesting train of thought to follow.]
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[He says so like it's a novel combination of words, spoken and tasted for the first time now.]
I apply them first to myself, and then to others... I couldn't judge if I didn't apply them first to myself, don't you think?
[He takes a drink, too, of something strong and dark and sweet.]
I would condemn them. The flesh they had eaten was someone's father, or mother, or sibling, or child. It's a murder; it's an injustice. I would hold myself, to the same standards, execute myself in accordance with the same standards. If I unwittingly shared in the banquet I would grieve for my life, but give it, and understand why, for the victim who wished to live.
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Not everyone holds to their principles like you do.
[He looks into his glass, tipping it one way, and then the other, as if something might be revealed thereby.]
I'd think a world where everyone did would see many fewer victims to stand on those principles for. Or [another tilt, his voice turned inwards] different kinds of victims, at least.
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Someone inflexible is not necessarily principled. I have my notions of right and wrong... but true north is not assigned a moral value, just a correct one. It's like that.
[He might not have admitted to that if he wasn't under the influence of something. As it is, he seems both highly attuned and extremely blithe to what "correct" is. Maybe it's always been this way.]
What different kinds of victims, Paul?
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[Paul's morality is supposed to be relativistic. He knows the limits of an inflexible moral code, the places that a strict set of rules for behavior may lead.
But he sees the appeal of them. The clarity inherent.]
As for other kinds of victims - you could say they're the people who lack that clarity. The unknowing violators of the law, or those who transgress under the weight of larger forces. A man steals rice to feed his family the same as the foreman who cheats his wages and drives him to it.
At least here, the foreman is punished too. Absolutes.
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Not at all.
I'm sorry. I've gotten us into a dark conversation for a party, haven't I?
[Compared to all the lighthearted cannibalism chat.]
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I'm not sure I know what that means. But it's your party, and if you say that it doesn't fit the mood, I believe you.
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It means that most people would think I was strange for finding this an interesting discussion, and I'm glad you came.
[He knows Lazarus isn't the biggest fan of unexpected physical contact, so he restrains himself from more than reaching out to touch his upper arm lightly, a passing affectionate brush that might be sweeping aside lint.]
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I'm glad to be here.
[It's not a lie if he isn't sure. Not technically.]
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Lazarus means enough of what he says to matter. He means everything he does, and he made it here, despite all the good reasons he had to stay away. There's a healing bruise shade to Paul's lingering smile, the calm of restlessness finally accepting an assurance. He gives him a last nod, and turns back to the game, but he'll stay by his side in quiet a while longer.]