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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] wannasmash 2022-04-16 05:32 am (UTC)(link)
He snarls right back, eyes glittering with fierce joy. The punch--his right, of course--is perfectly aimed and too swift. All Midoriya can do is tense his muscles as hard as he can to shield himself. He can take a punch harder than that and still move, but a high grunt still escapes him. None of this can wipe the grin that curls across his face. He feels a hand push on his shoulder, like he's just a stupid stepladder. He grabs Bakugou's forearm. He's about to--

The reality of that firm knocking comes crashing into him harder than Bakugou's fist. It's more sobering than a bucket of water. At least Bakugou didn't add peeing with the door open to his list of crimes, because, yes, he is not a complete animal. Midoriya's eyes lose all their bite, widening in simple surprise. He completely lets him go. He's nervous now. How does he explain being jumbled up with and fighting this guy in a bathtub? Really, he's always had a hard time at school putting into words why he and Bakugou are so weird.

His eyes (watery as he struggles to regain proper use of his diaphragm) haven't left his opponent either. He has to watch an entire series of transformative expressions on his rival's face. His own mouth drops open in disturbed shock, pink blotching his cheeks. Oh no--the sounds they were making did seem like that. He didn't even think of that. It's not what it looks like! Please don't get the wrong idea!

He's reached the same conclusion about having to leave the bathroom together. He can't think of any other way this could look. This person, this stranger, is going to have absolutely the wrong idea here. There's no coming back from this.

Bakugou shouldn't have muttered. He shouldn't have set his sights on a new target and released his previous one. All thoughts of embarrassment scatter from Midoriya's head to the four winds. His eyelids fly open, ferally wide. He isn't even aware of moving. Sometimes he moves without thinking, for more important life-saving reasons. His legs spring forward as he slams straight towards Bakuou's middle, arms trying to close around him in a tight grip for a heavy tackle.

"You're not using that on anyone at Paul-kun's party!!"

His shirt lies forgotten in the tub.
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[personal profile] asas 2022-04-17 02:32 pm (UTC)(link)
Occupied? The nerve— in the bathroom, while his bladder is about to explode? Shōyō inhales, can feel an annoyed smile pulling his lips up simply so he doesn’t frown like a madman. In Paul’s residence? He is not going to pee on the door, on a plant or outside.

Maybe if he just keeps knocking (which he does, louder, continuous and more obnoxious)—

“Come onnnn, I have to pee. That’s what the bathroom is for.”
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[personal profile] detonating 2022-04-20 07:19 pm (UTC)(link)
Katsuki doesn't leave Deku's vicinity or utter those words without half expecting him to try to stop him--he just hopes that the moron has the presence of mind to let Katsuki save both of their asses from complete and utter humiliation??? Either way, that expectation is why Midoriya doesn't succeed in actually tackling him when his weight slams into Katsuki's back, eliciting a grunt from the explosive teen on impact. They end up veering into the wall instead, another hard thump as the blond snarls in frustration yet again. Twisting his body in his grip to allow for the right angle to do so, Bakugou's elbow is swinging back and down to hit him wherever the fuck he can with it. Face, the top of his head, that exact location isn't the important part. Just that he's getting nailed, hard.

"Let go of me before I kill you, you shitty nerd! Ain't like it's gonna fucking hurt em!" That part is loud, but thankfully? Your blond friend ain't totally stupid, and the next part gets hissed out much quieter through clenched teeth. All the while, the hand that doesn't belong to the elbow that is certainly going to continue landing blows? Moves to try to tear apart Deku's grip around his center.

Don't make him get serious about this struggle, dude. Katsuki is about two fucking seconds from that. "No way in hell am I gonna let that jackass seeing my fuckin' face and think we're doing anything like that in here! The hell is wrong with you?!"
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[personal profile] wannasmash 2022-04-21 08:32 pm (UTC)(link)
It's bruises to the chest and shoulder, not the face, so he can still grunt,

"Stupid--idiot--That's just going to--make someone want payback--"

He would really like Bakugou to be more considerate of others, if only for the sake of not having to reap what he sows and getting people (Midoriya) caught in the crossfire! On multiple occasions it's been jumping into stuff, mouthing off... mostly mouthing off...

This calls for a desperate measure: an accomplice.

He pivots away from the worst of the blows, moving his feet around rather than through the indomitable wall of anger, spite, and shame that is Katsuki Bakugou, walking disaster. Uraraka would be proud, but it's still difficult to prevent himself from colliding in a jumble with the door while struggling. He bashes his hand against the lock, fumbles, and it clicks open. He calls through the door,

"Sorry! We're coming out! Could you cover your eyes? This is really embarrassing!"

Under his breath in a mutter as he works the knob, "Gotta--make sure--he does--Don't you dare, Kacchan--"
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[personal profile] asas 2022-04-23 02:30 am (UTC)(link)
It’s worse than embarrassing, Shōyō can highly agree with that. If anything, he’s considerate of himself and of others, raising a a hand to cup his line of sight while his knees just sort of— buckled and hoped that his thighs could help with the exploding bladder.

Yeah. I don’t want to see anything.”

He already heard enough, and these voices are going to be buried into his memory for ages to come. It’s your chance to escape, boys. Plus, Shōyō is a man of his word: he doesn’t look.