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

[hauntedsavior]

[she stays there and lets him get it out, because god knows every word he's saying is something that she's thought at least some variation of in her time living alongside A2. when he apologizes, she slowly shakes her head.]

Don't worry about it. I didn't want it either, you know?

[back home, zee, her old boss... he'd wanted her to get therapy. she'd wanted to get therapy with him. but she'd never gotten the chance; she'd just procrastinated it the whole time, and then shit got weird about two years ago, and then six months ago she'd ended up here. so the advice she gives, she knows it's bad. she knows it's not going to be very useful unless it's applied the right way. but she's got just enough of a hangover and just enough skin in this game to think it's a good idea anyway.]

If it helps, you can think of it like trauma. Like when this happened? [she reaches up and lifts her eyepatch. there's no scarring under it, at least, but she does have an almost solid black glass eye underneath the patch. once she's sure he's gotten a look, she flips the eyepatch back down.] There was a hell of an adjustment period. Everything I did was a reminder that my life was different now, you know? Whether I was missing stuff when I went to pick it up or... [a shaky breath.] Or having nightmares of what happened when I lost it, night after night for weeks.

And it was the same thing when A2 moved in, you know? [switch the topic.] She got to my legs first, so I had to re-learn how to walk with legs that didn't quite sync up with the rest of my body yet. When she replaced my heart, I thought I was dying. I don't have a heartbeat anymore, so sometimes my brain still gets confused by that.

I guess what I'm getting at is, like. No matter how good I'm handling it now? It took a lot of work, a lot of getting used to it, and a lot of leaning on people until I was ready to accept it. [and she brings it back to the opening statement, and she does it with familiar weight to the words.] It's traumatic. All of it. Nobody let me apologize for being traumatized, and I'm not gonna let you do it either, dude.