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- lexi howard: argustar,
- luna lovegood: cheryl,
- 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!
((ooc: if you have any questions or anything, please hit me up at![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
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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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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.
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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.
possible wrap!
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.
ye, we can wrap this one ♥
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.