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Who: a bunch of funky friends invited by Viktor and Palamedes*
What: Having a Party in a field with Fireworks
When: the second week-ish in May
Where: (the field outside of) Pal and Viktor's bunker in Gaze

Content Warnings: alcohol and teens drinking it, irresponsible use of explosives, see threads for anything else that comes up

*If you have friendly CR with Palamedes please feel free to handwave that he mentioned this happening, also if your character has CR with a Pal Friend (a pal^2) who would invite them along, he's broadly allowing this. It's not a formal affair in the slightest lmaooo

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afternoon/evening.

Earlier in the morning on the day of The Fireworks Field Party (tm), Palamedes makes sure to send a quick location ping to anyone who's never been to the Sixth bunker (also tm) before, because it is, indeed, just in a field somewhere in Gaze. The treeline is comfortably distant from the door to said bunker, which is the only real indication anything is out here besides a few "big rocks" that he names, in his message, as landmarks.

As an afterthought, he has set up a little trail of mason jars containing glowing mushrooms to lead the way to The Field, helpfully. The Field is what it sounds like: a dang field, just slightly ominous in the Gaze fashion, although besides the usual somebody's-watching feeling, it's grassy and spacious for kitschy lawn games. Among the things Palamedes has provided (upon recommendation of a shopkeeper, so like, do not perceive his choices, they were made for him) include:

1. Just a load of blankets, big cozy ones dutifully spread out for chilling on, on the ground.

2. Throwing game Crossbones, definitely chosen because of the bones (they are wooden sticks), and just kind of left sitting there waiting because your host does not know how to play physical games.

3. beanbag horseshoes because it rocks

4. Just, like, a specific blanket that has pencils and blank paper sitting on it... This is a free station, no one will question what art happens here.

Harrow has also provided bone chairs for alternate seating, which are precisely what they sound like.

Eventually, the field will also feature a snack table, which is a community effort, and a booze table, which is slightly supervised in the way that your esteemed host(s) will not permit booze and cherry bombs at the same time.

And, because it's an open field in Trench, there is also a table where emergency incense is waiting. Wandering too far from the space immediately around the bunker (which, it's a big space, you'd have to go far) will eventually lead you to blood wards on the ground, on the trunks of a few trees, etc. Don't touch these. Don't be gross.

the fucken fireworks.

It's fireworks. Once it's dark, there are even more glowing mushroom jars and homemade alchemy glowsticks from Waver to be passed around, somehow, and at least some of the little beanbags glow in the dark, ooh!! Viktor has provided cherry bombs to be used with at least a little caution, for god's sake. There are also some slightly larger fireworks in much shorter supply, from a shop, that will be closely guarded until someone with pyrotechnics talent convinces Palamedes they deserve one. Godspeed.

Broadly: this is a fireworks party (tm) for individual wee ones you can throw around on your own, with only a brief smattering of the big ones that light up the whole sky above the field. It's a chill time for cool buds, fire safety is encouraged, so is vibing on the blankets and enjoying a nice evening.

At various times, local dope musician Anna Amarande will be providing some light musical entertainment, for vibes.

the bunker i guess.

The party is not in here, but for reference:
-it's locked via numpad and neither of these stickbug nerds are giving out the code but they'll open the door if asked... you don't have to leave the place to go to the bathroom lmf
-it's a bunker. it's one room and a bathroom in the back. it's full of disorganized nerd stuff and an oversized moon orb and pal's mean omen, rocky the cool rat (harpy eagle), who will aggressively flap at anyone with sticky fingers until they leave
-the code is 69420 so if you're super funny like gideon you COULD guess it

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[ The problem with trying to be bad at something is inevitably that achieving said badness will happen eventually.

For V, this takes the form of a beanbag sailing through the air in a direction far from its target. He can't play these games without modification because in all likeliness he'd win without much effort and that's not fair. And fairness is something that V will fight for every damn time.

So he's watching this bright yellow beanbag arc away from where he's thrown it and-- oh shit, he didn't mean for it to fly right at somebody's head. That had never been part of the plan, and even engaging the cyberware in his legs that allow him to jump superhumanly far, he's not fast enough to snatch it out of the air in time.

Landing very close to the person in question, V's expression is at least immediately apologetic. This is so far from what he meant to happen. It's a beanbag, not a bullet, but V's glancing up at the centaur man regretfully all the same. ]

Sorry, choom. 's my bad.

[ .. well, there sure are some interesting people attending this party, huh.

At first Chizuru wonders if the bird is someone's Omen, but it does look a little large for that.. Not to mention that it doesn't seem to have the occasional shadow-like quality that those things often seem to have. Then she wonders if maybe it's just a bird that randomly decided to grab some food when it happened to see some, but no one is trying to chase it away either.

The only logical conclusion is that this bird is - somehow - an actual party guest.

Which is why Chizuru approaches it right as the bird is grabbing something off the snack table, offering it a slightly shy smile. ]

Are you hungry..?

Eh, that too. At least the perverts might learn something. [surely the sixth can approve of that and literally nothing else. maybe not even that. yeah, hypothetical camilla's probably right.

viktor decides kissing him again is the best way to handle this situation, hand brushing down against pal's neck, careful of the eyes but still resting over any that flutter closed. ok, he will be responsible and not just makeout with his boyfriend at a party full of teens. he is an adult.

he does rest their foreheads together for a beat before settling back into pal's side with a sigh.] Yes, your mascot skull has the scroll and everything. [a pause] It... is a good trait. Appreciated.

[it just flusters him like nothing else hence, menace.] Though if anyone comes over here to gag at us it is entirely your fault.

Oh, plant transformation buddies! Well, at this stage Viktor's is entirely hidden behind his shirt and brace, and without the ram elements, but still.

Viktor offers a nod in greeting, thinking that it's quite the time to meet new people when he'll only have a vague idea what they look like when they're back to normal. "It is good to meet you as well, I am Viktor."

A normal enough beginning, but then this polite young man says that and Viktor has to blink. What... does he mean on the receiving end? As something he's used to? It strikes him those scars aren't just part of the transformation and give him a beat to just recover for a second here. He has so many questions he's pretty sure will have upsetting answers.

"Ah well... we certainly appreciate it. The last thing I want is someone blowing off a finger, though so far the rowdiness has been at a minimum." He pulls out a cherry bomb, holding it out to Midoriya and still resisting the whole many questions urge. "Would you like to test one out?"

[viktor wasn't really expecting the music, though he's pretty sure pal mentioned it at least once. maybe when he did viktor just imagined putting something on one of the omnis and cranking it, not actual live entertainment. frankly he's impressed? who knew palamedes sextus had such party planned depths.

and he enjoys it, he's always had a particular fondness for live music that probably goes back to his undercity roots, where it wasn't unheard of to find people performing in the streets, sometimes against any makeshift instrument they could get their hands on. so he'll be someone who wanders by on several occasions just to listen.

during one of her breaks though he has to do it. it's been killing him since he noticed, so he approaches to ask,] Hello, sorry but... do you have your bass plugged into yourself?

[what a thing to have to clarify. he's baffled and intrigued in equal measure, willing to accept being scolded if this is a rude thing to just ask someone if they are their own amplifier.]

[ Gideon would choke on her drink if she had one, and thank the Tomb she doesn't. A good heart? Come on, Palamedes, that is sappy and embarrassing as hell, and Gideon does not want to blush, here. (She's flattered, too, but that's a feeling she'll deal with later.) ]

Mmm. Surprised he didn't clue you in on my physique. Best in the Ninth. [ That's not saying much.

But oh -- partner? So that's what those emojis meant. Gideon grins, the ecstatic expression of someone just having solved a fun puzzle. ]

Oh, shit, you're the boyfriend. Well, it's good to meet you too, man. I guess now's the time where I tell you that if you hurt one hair on his head, I'll kick your ass six ways to Sunday, et cetera. But you seem like a chill dude; you probably already know that.

[it's palamedes hell, he's sappy and loves his friends. absolutely unbelievable behavior.]

No, he was terribly remiss in that, I'm afraid. His priorities are often questionable. [he says, amused. good heart over buff, who would ever.

that threat actually makes his lips quirk, or psuedo threat really. implied threat. mostly because:] Good, frankly if I did such a thing I would deserve it. Palamedes is- [a pause. he's not really one for the open, sappy thing but it's pal, what can you do.]- he is a remarkable person.

A fitting— you're a tailor? I'll keep you in mind if I need anything, but admittedly I'm not very adept when it comes to fashion.

[He only wears grey. It's not a necromancer thing, it's only a Palamedes thing. This is a thing that he is reluctantly working on, but still.]

What is a heart tree for? It sounds important.

[that-- was a lot to process in a short amount of time. The tally he had been keeping on the dozens of glow wands he had made last month slipped from his hands the second the beanbag connected to the side of his head with a solid, startling thwack, and he was still trying to figure out what had happened when there was a man suddenly by his side apologizing.

... It had been a while since adults so near his age had spoken to him so casually. Embarrassing as the situation was, it was also refreshing. ]

That's a helluva arm you've got, [He commented wryly, leaning down to retrieve the bean bag from the blanket he had been sitting on.]

What are you practicing for? We're a little far for... Well, any of the formal competitions or leagues.

[sansa laughs gently. grey is one of the colors of house stark. her dress is a very dark grey, embroidered with silver dragonflies and leaves.]

If there's anything I'm adept in, it's fashion. I dress the Night Walkers that perform in Cellar Door, and I make clothes for Sleepers, when I can. Leather armor too. I made a jacket with bloodstone for my friend to use in magic. You might ask the lantern imps for the Rookery.

[she tries not to let any hesitation show, regarding the heart trees.]

Heart trees are the weirwoods with faces, carved by the Children of the Forest in the Dawn Age, before the First Men came to Westeros. They're sacred to the old gods. Many castles in the Seven Kingdoms built their godswoods around them. They're very nice, but I don't know that anyone has found a use for the sap or leaves.

That sounds good! Allen would say it was good to meet him and see that he's alright _{relatively speaking of course} but leave it at that since he knew he was badly corrupted, that it's a sensitive topic still to Todoroki, and that's... yeah. He's very polite and doesn't poke at people's closet skeletons without... good reason...

--also this poor guy looks swamped with chasing after people so he'll let him go do that LOL.

And as a note, Deku is very unbothered by his transformation this month, he knows it's temporary and he's confident he'll find the solution before his karate tournament!

fdsjf a hero's work is never done...

[ Chizuru almost gasps. ]

Thank you! [ Were it anyone else, those words might almost sound exaggerated in their enthusiasm. But Chizuru - she means them. Even though handing her this stuff might be a small gesture in the greater scale of things, Chizuru just truly seems to appreciate it that much.

It's not like she's ever really gotten a lot of things from other people before, after all. ]

If it's not too much to ask for, then.. yes, I do think I need a bit of help. [ That, in turn, is admitted a little more sheepishly though. ] I've never seen anything like this before, let alone used one.. It's not too difficult, is it?

[ See, this sounds like something extremely tempting to agree to. Of course Chizuru would love to acknowledge Viktor's strength here, and highlight just how great and talented the other is..

.. but then she realises the little snake hidden in the grass here, and she gasps at him. ]

You're trying to trick me..!

[ It's said in a way that's entirely too dramatical for the situation, but maybe trying to avoid compliments is just that important to Chizuru, who knows.. ]

I-I'm not falling for it!

[ Truly, this is apparently just the one topic she's decided to stand her ground on. A real baby step. The tiniest of them. ]

.. o-okay.

[ At least the girl still seems capable of agreeing with that, despite her worry-induced panic. Maybe because she's wondering if he wants to sit down and drink something, and maybe that'd just make going along with it the polite thing to do here..

Hence why she tries to stop herself from further rambling, instead nodding and sucking in a deep - and hopefully calming - breath, finding a spot to sit down before doing exactly that. Sitting down.

Trying to be calm. ]

I'm.. glad you're not upset. I don't want you to feel bad..

[ Especially since - as far as Chizuru knows - there's the possibility that maybe all those eyes everywhere is something that's not even his own fault. Maybe he's been ridiculed for them all his life! Who knows. ]

A young man in dark blue cargo shorts peers curiously at the glowsticks. His T-shirt is a completely unwitting homage to both the passcode and

This is not Midoriya's usual appearance. His skin has turned a medium green. His feet are elongated, his gait shifted to his toes--one a hoof, the other looking like the base of a thin tree. (He's not able to wear his usual red sneakers.) Instead of being covered in hair like a true faun, he has acquired a corded, rootlike structure, more tree than anything. The scars covering his body like a map cross over raised whorls and striations that recall wood and abstract ancient drawings. His mop of hair has remained dark viridian. Two ram's horns curl above long ears that pivot towards this person-with-a-centaur-Quirk(?) as he issues his warning.

"Wasn't thinking about drinking them, no. I figured the contents might be poisonous," he assures him. "May I have three?"

There was no way that Waver would recognize the boy, as the boy wouldn't recognize him. Their conversation had been only in text, and even if it had been in video Waver's circumstances had changed just enough to make a difference. Although he suspected that he would return to looking as be did at age nineteen when the centaur effects wore off, for the moment he was taking advantage of the unique opportunity. The black tail which he had loosely braided to keep safe from stray sparks matched the black of his own long hair which he had similarly pulled back, and his long ears would have gotten lost in the mess if not for the way they twitched and moved whenever his interest was piqued. Otherwise, warm mahogany color of the rest of his horse body still stood out underneath the tailored coats he had tried to clothe himself in.

Ever the stickler, he didn't feel right not wearing pants.

The commentary earned a smile from Waver, and he pulled out more than three for Deku.

"You're already smarter than some of my students. Just for that, you can have six."

He had lost count of the number of times he had nearly needed to call medical services because a certain someone was acting on impulse and causing chaos with his antics.

Coming from a world with variously-shaped bodies that changed what being human looks like, he has to admire this person's stately equine fashion sense. Very proper tailored coat layers. He can't really tell, but he thinks perhaps he is not speaking American English...

He grins, and a brief mental image of himself and two other specific people dancing around with a glowstick in each hand comes to mind.

"Thank you very much," he says with a small bow, careful not to upset the balance of his newly-proportioned legs. His feet aren't even the same. Nevertheless, it's mostly him that's awkward, not the well-balanced form. That's how he thinks of it.

"I'm Midoriya. It's nice to meet you."

"Midoriya? That's interesting. You wouldn't be from Japan, would you?"

It was nostalgic in a way that most people from London and even the greater whole of the Mage's Association could fathom. Although his time in Fuyuki was traumatic, it had changed the course of his life.

"It's been a while since I've heard names like yours, before coming here. I've spent some time there, and a friend of mine calls it home."

Once more he wondered about the multiversal aspects to this equation. How many different Earths could possibly exist before they inevitably overlapped? It was something to ponder later on.

Uncertain what to do-- and feeling a little lost amid the distance between their cultures, he awkwardly lowered his head in what he hoped was a polite manner.

"Call me Mackenzie. It's nice meeting you, too."

[ The Golden Eagle catches his attention. It's not often that he sees wild animals inside the residential areas, at least not animals that aren't omens. Despite asking Kizu, his omen, her answer leaves him with more questions than answers.

No, he is not an omen.

Is he a hawk? Like Hawks?

No.

... Are you sure?

Kizu stops talking to him then, refusing to dignify that question with an answer, and goes back to sleep. As usual, she takes up residence inside his chest away from prying eyes, invisible to all.

Todoroki, for his part, is left alone with the same question brimming in his mind so there's obviously one choice. The young teen with mismatched eyes (teal and grey) and dual-colored hair (red and white) walks over to where the eagle is perched and asks point blank: ]

Are you a hawk?

[ Sometime between the dusk and before the fireworks are set off, Todoroki marches up to the older wizard in search of the glow wands. Waver might have seen him early either sleeping in a corner or wheeling one Allen Walker around in his wheelchair creating little ramps of ice wherever there was no wheelchair access. He also removed the ice every time he used it so as not to cause an accident from melting ice. So he might have also seen him around crouched in front of a ramp of ice no more than a few meters in length and wide enough to get a wheelchair through. Steam would have risen from the ice likely bringing a few looks his way. Either way, by the end of it, the place was left spotless before he'd continue wheeling Allen around.

JHe stands before him now, a teen with mismatched eyes (grey and teal) and dual-toned hair (white and red) looking like he'd been cobbled together from two different people. ]

Can I have two glow sticks?

[ Direct and to the point, he waits for a response. ]

[oh no, his masterful deception has been called out. he considers for a moment if this is a win for chizuru standing her ground or a loss that the thing she feels passionate enough about that is not being complimented.

best just to take the win for now. viktor offers a faux grim nod.] Ah, you have seen through me. One of these days I will find a way to have you agree with a compliment.

[this is what chizuru signed up for, i'm afraid. the steep price of friendship.]

[he wonders if that is magic or superstition- he at least imagines it would be rude to ask that.] Eh, I am not sure I would want to ingest anything from a plant with a face anyway. It is a touch uncomfortable.

[sometimes a cool tree with a face can just be that.]

And one manages to survive here? That is interesting, given the state of the soil in most of this world. I wonder if it is the magic of this place or it's own properties that let it survive.

[ Shouto spends most of his time at the party either wheeling Allen around, creating little ice ramps wherever they're needed (and getting rid of them, please no accidents due to ice melt!). Whenever they're not together, he can be found leaning against a wall taking a nap standing up. When he's not napping, he's either sitting at a table with either Midoriya or Allen watching them play games. He doesn't play, preferring to take a nap while they do or if he's napped enough (for now) he'll simply watch them play trying to work out the mechanics of the game. Of course, customary snacks and drinks will be a thing, he'll pick some up for Allen while he's talking to his friends and wander around a bit before finding some other people to bug like a wild bird who reminds him of the Pro-Hero Hawks, except he's a guy with wings and not a bird... just don't question it.

Later, as dusk falls and before the fireworks start, he'll pick up two glow sticks for Allen from a centaur-looking man. He'll come back and find him juggling fireworks for the crowds and so he lets him be, choosing to set up a picnic blanket on the ground for the upcoming fireworks display. By the time Allen is ready for the big show, he'll have his blanket and two glowsticks waiting for him while Shouto waits patiently for the fireworks on the grass watching the crowds. ]

Only two?

[It was an honest question. He had seen how hard this young man was working to assist his friend with his powers over ice, and could see just from his manner that he tended to carry himself with a certain severity of manner that could be off putting-- perhaps unwitting, though odds were just as high that it was an intentional shield.

Waver couldn't help but recall those first couple of months after he had returned to London from his time abroad, and how he had quickly learned to wear a cold, calculating front just to keep people from taking advantage of him. Although he didn't enjoy such things, they were necessary... and difficult habits to break.

With a thoughtful hum, he pushed his long ponytail out of the way and pulled out a handful of glow wands for the young man.]

Here. Two for you and two for your friend. Life in this town can be hard, and you both look like you deserve it.

[Because young people shouldn't have to need to use wheelchairs, and the fact that the one standing before him was going out of his way to aid a friend was nothing short of admirable.]

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