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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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[ AH ]

Apple pie? [ oh no. she hit upon the fruit-thing he loves most.

He fidgets. Just a little. ]

Only if... [ oh, oh how he wars between not wanting to be a bother and his love for pie. do you see these wide, shining eyes? ] only if... it wouldn't be any trouble?

[ Sansa you're too good to him. He might fall in love if he wasn't already married. ]

Edited 2022-05-17 18:05 (UTC)

"You have no idea..."

Whether or not Anna recognized him didn't matter at the moment. Waver Velvet was just glad to be looking more like his usual self while Bausphomet's magic was at play. Although he had the lower body of a centaur-- and fuzzy black ears that blended in with the long hair he had tied back and the tail that he had neatly braided for safety's sake. The manner of speech and the somewhat dour manner should be familiar enough, at least.

He could have done it himself, but having an excuse to chill with Anna was always worth it. Besides, it gave him something to do while Iskandar entertained himself with the teenagers at the snack table.

"So. A fighter, an academic, a pirate, and a musician? Is there anything you can't do?"

The question was genuine. He was curious.

"Excellent choice in music, by the way. It's been a while since I heard any of Blue Oyster Cult besides that one that's always on the radio. The kids don't know how to appreciate Buck Dharma."

"It's nice to see that you finally got some color in your wardrobe."

Sorry, Palamedes. You have been Percieved. Waver Velvet was noticeably different-- and, notably to the Warden, looked more like the grim archivist that had stalked him on the beach the month before. With his hair pulled back and the tail of his centaur half braided, Waver had also taken time to add a little more color in the form of the black coat with red and gold accents he wore in place of pants.

Because, truly, not being able to wear pants was the real crime here-- and not his inability to see the impact he had made of his students and sundry other teenagers he had adopted in his life.

"This is quite the turn out, Palamedes. If I didn't know better, I'd have guessed that you've done this a few times before."

[...................married? well, she is too, and she doesn't like to let that stop her....she laughs at his eager face. she's seen it before on her siblings.]

Oh, I've been trying to learn pies. You're welcome to stop by and eat them whenever you like, but I can't promise they'll be any good.

[will she ever learn the trick to avoiding a soggy bottom.....]

My cakes are a much safer bet.

[ ..... PERHAPS NOT AS LITERALLY AS HER? Oh Sansa...

He perks up and warms at that so much though, offering her a broad and warm smile. Aaaa she really is too good to him. ]

I'm sure whatever you make will be delicious. [ He'll enjoy them with great gusto. Count on it. ]

[please, he'd probably enjoy it. in fact he'd probably take notes if he found it interesting enough.

morse code is sadly not great for this though. he can't even tap it with proper drama.] I would enjoy that, I can finally poke fun at him for all these references. I admit I also find the legends of other worlds fascinating.

Hm, I wonder if you and Jason are from a similar world, if you both know these tales. [interesting. he'd have to check up on that one day, or at least muse over the odd similarities between some worlds.]

I am not sure, they were vast and ancient. Full of traps and odd illusions, things of that nature, though little fighting at least. I'd rather deal with the odd riddle than skeletons. [again. funnily enough those happened when he was hanging out with ares' demigod daughter so the myths are everywhere.]

[this courtly arrangement suits her fine. perhaps he could tell her about lancelot and guinevere someday?

she smiles back warmly. her baking skills are one thing she is still insecure about.]

My sister loved fruit tarts.

[she tends to use past tense when she talks about her younger siblings in public, to help keep them hidden just in case. she would like to be able to surprise arya with fruit tarts someday, not the least because arya would be so very surprised to see her baking.]

I think all the mushrooms would do well in a pie--steak and kidney pie is one thing I do miss.

[it's a comfort food. in general she doesn't mind giving most of her meat to lady, but there are some things she does wish she could eat here. she supposes it's a fair trade for chocolate, though. and vanilla...]

We all have our regrets. [funny joke that's too easy to not be a funny joke, but he'll focus on biscuit related crimes here. he's not actually sure how many regrets pal has from his own world, and yeah, he's curious. though he also thinks that's kind of a bummer thing to ask when they're just relaxing at a party.

this is the problem with hair stroking, idle and wandering thoughts. he'll focus on that feeling and also street food for now. he shifts to lean back with pal and really, the fire he's playing with.]

That's only because you didn't get a chance to try the beer. Then you would have hated it. [viktor points out, closing his eyes and smiling just a touch. sue him, that day is a good memory, what with the whole relationship starting aspect.]

I'll make you something from the undercity next. One of the more palatable ones. Luckily the Trench has all of the same basic supplies only without the mutations from chemical run off. I suppose that did add something special to the flavor though.

A laughing person tucked into a loose ball that unfolds on contact with Midoriya's arms, his hair an absolute disaster of wind-wrecked curls and cheeks pinked with as much exhilaration as they are with chill.

"You better," Paul says, closing his eyes as he adjusts his inner ear, rebalances proprioception, "If you drop me, I'm not talking to you for a week - at least!"

Midoriya's transformation took a while to adjust to. A whole minute, as a matter of fact, which is nearly embarrassing on Paul's side of things. He's past it now, only interested in the sturdiness of the arboreal arms holding him up as he waits to be sent tumbling again.

Guns are a very new thing where I come from.

[ That should probably give him a better idea at least of how far Chizuru's world is on the technological developments tree.. Especially since Chizuru is basically right at that turning point. It was a big deal in her world, and it's why she's quiet for a moment after she says it as she thinks about that once more. ]

In fact, they're.. um. Kind of a problem. [ From Chizuru's point of view, anyway. There are quite some people who are perfectly content with guns. ] After all, it's hard to fight someone with a gun when you only have a sword.. the range is completely different.

[ And bows are slower and less deadly. ]

So the group I've been part of has had a really hard time adapting to that so far..

.. huh?

[ Chizuru stares at him as if Allen suddenly grew a second head. Or, perhaps, like he has a very, very odd demon-like arm, though honestly, it's not even the latter that Chizuru is noticing here. She's slowly growing used to not everyone exactly being fully human in this place - after all, she herself is like that too, even though it doesn't really show with her.

No, the look of surprise and shock she gives him is entirely because of what Allen is saying here. ]

W-Well..!

[ Look at her squeaking. It's like he just asked her to jump straight into a shark-infested pool. ]

Wouldn't I.. look kind of ridiculous next to you though? Um, you know, since you're so good.. [ And Chizuru doesn't figure she will be very amazing at it. What if someone might laugh at her? ]

Viktor did..?

[ Huh. It's a little surprising to her. Even with how little Chizuru knows about fireworks - read: virtually nothing at all - she didn't quite expect him to be the type who's so into it that he wouldn't have a party without them...

...

Chizuru seems to contemplate this for a moment, but it's not the only thing she's thinking about that makes her go silent for a moment. After all, there's still that thing Palamedes said earlier. ]

Ah, wait, speaking of him.. Um, you said you were his partner. Earlier. [ It's still stuck in her mind! ] Do you mean his romantic partner..?

[ Look, she just wants to know so she can be appropriately glad for them. And maybe she's just a little bit curious here. ]

[ There is some true communication going on here.

By which I mean that Chizuru has absolutely no idea whether the bird just responded to her, or that was just some random hop. It could truly be either with how that timing went down, and it makes her go quiet for a moment, hands carefully clasped to her mouth in thought..

But then she figures that she should just ask again. Just in case.

Even if the other people at the party might think she's insane for talking to a bird. ]

Um, was that a yes? I'm.. not sure whether you can understand me..

[ Chizuru definitely is not a bird whisperer, but she's trying here. ]

I've only arrived last month, so I'm still finding my footing.

[It had been as dark as the deepest of nights all month, and Waver had used that time to simply build connections. He knew in his gut that surviving alone in a strange world was nigh impossible, and he wanted to remedy that as soon as he could.]

I've been reading and researching, learning the basics of blood magic.

... Well. That, and Palamedes expressed interest in learning some alchemy.

[Go ahead; ask questions.

It was nearly guaranteed that he had been asked worse by people who had more reason to stay within the bounds of politeness.]

Would that I had siblings to confuse people with, [He commented, threads of the possibilities of that potential timeline already catching his interest.]

Rather-- I have a family I was adopted into, and a sister from that. She's probably a little younger than you, and we look nothing alike.

Regardless. It's good seeing you again, too.

[And he smiled with those words. Truly, he meant it.]

I've heard that corruption is something most Vilebloods need to deal with sooner than others in town, and I've already taken preparations--

[that being, a supply of items to chew on and a paleblooded friend to cling to so he didn't feel the urge to bite someone o in a fit of agitated aggression again. Most people wouldn't understand; fewer still would deserve it-- ]

But I'll remember that for the future. In the meantime, I've collected a number of those... Fireflies from last month in jars if you need them. They help when everything looks a little too dark.

No worries..I actually made these with easy use in mind.

[With that he pulled out one of the glass vials and explained to her the parts-- the stopper that he had secured onto the tube to plug it shut and the thin dividing seal between the two liquid suspensions within. A twist of the stopper and a sharp shake, as he demonstrated, was enough to get the chemical reaction within started.]

It's a little bit of basic chemistry combined with a little blood magic, [he explained.] You should be fine if it breaks, just wash off your hands afterwards and make sure none of it gets in your eyes or mouth.

There's a cleaning solution in there. It will hurt if you do.

[Ooh, speaking of Viktor, that's one of his favorite things to do. He raises his eyebrows as he chews a little corner piece of pastry, not quite surprised that this is her question. After she seemed so shocked a few minutes ago...]

I do mean that, yes. [chew....] We're not in the habit of broadcasting it, you could call it, so that's a fair question. We're together.

[He's restraining his instinctive sappiness so much right this second, despite the unmistakable warmth and fondness that makes it through any time he talks about Viktor. In mere hours he will resume gushing about Viktor publicly, so like, "not broadcasting," okay Palamedes...

Anyway, Viktor the party animal sure does love his fireworks, definitely.]

He doesn't like parties, so be sure to tell him how fantastic it is that he's here when you see him. Just for motivation.

Palamedes is not chaperoning the bathroom itself, he isn't a weirdo— but he does live here, and so if he happens to come and go from his own home while the guests mill in and out, that will just happen sometimes. He's trekked down into the bunker for god knows what— more pens? Another bottle of Viktor's beloved fruity truth juice? Five minutes to stand in a quiet room, because he really is not a partying kind of guy at the end of the day?

Any of those. Possibly more than one. He's over at the tiny kitchen table looking at some papers in silence when Midoriya comes out of the bathroom, and he glances up only when he hears the sound of chalk on the board. One could be forgiven for not noticing he's come down here, being the same rail-thin nerd shape as always despite his many new eyes, and tucked into the opposite corner of the space.

He clears his throat. Hmm! "I've never heard that one before."

"It's for the kids," he says about the shirt, without looking up from what he's doing (currently, it is performing surgery on a pastry, because he's decided he only wants the chocolate pieces and not any of the actual pastry). And, "For Shoyo, too. It might as well say 'sucker' on the back instead of my name."

Which he says with genuine fondness, because it's really quite sweet, and he is indubitably a sucker for happy orphans and rowdy friends. He glances up then - hi, taller Waver who is a horse right now, essentially - with a brief smile, then looks out over the rest of the party. His many extra eyeballs do not look with him, but they can't really see much, anyway.

"It's good, I think. Frankly, I'm exhausted. Somebody else can have the next hundred turns. Seriously, I was unaware I knew this many people." Whew. "Speaking of. The hyper-intelligent bird is with you?"

[oh, bud. the education system is a shambles everywhere he turns.]

Everyone's bodies, that's right. All cells copy and divide themselves, and the older ones inevitably die. The problems arise when they copy themselves too much or too little, but that has nothing to do with necromancy.

[Well, there's a necromantic trick or two involving growth and decay, but never mind those for now. He blinks, smoothly not showing any reaction to this very tactful question. It's— hmm.

It's a fair question. It's also the kind of question he would answer in brief and move on from, if not for the memory of one very long night with Viktor inconsolable over his dead young friend.

That part is not technically the question, but it is the part that gets Palamedes to wiggle one particular detail into his answer, casually,] There are theories about the necromantic output potential in the moments just before death, but— nobody mostly dead is performing great feats of magic, you know? I've died here, and it didn't impact my necromancy at all.

[Which he thinks both makes perfect sense and also no sense at all, but that's another theory or twelve for another time. He takes his glasses off to fiddle with them, bending the temples back the precise way they aren't supposed to go.]

For my kind of necromancy, the necromancer has to be alive. Plenty of papers have been written theorizing about the alternative, but I brought none of them here with me.

[ah, that really did answer a number of questions. admittedly viktor wouldn't consider himself much of an expert on his own world's history but he vaguely understands the periods of unrest and trouble when a new tech comes in and forces everyone to keep up. hextech, for example, though much less of a body count than the invention of guns would have. (he god damn hopes.)

it also paints a bit of a picture about this group, sword wielders in a no doubt rapidly changing world. he nods, a small frown as he says,] I can imagine. When such a powerful new weapon becomes available it must make a terrible imbalance for those who have an abundance and those who do not, or choose not to use it.

Guns have been around for a long while in my world. In truth swordmanship is more a sport than anything there.

And for the kids, of course, [he concedes, nodding. The children, who are not here in his field for obvious reasons, this one's for all of you...

Anyway, Viktor giving a fistbump has to be the most precious thing he's ever seen, so thank you Shoyo for this other, unintentional gift. This is enough to make him accept the concept of immortalizing this in picture form without any fussing, so good jobs all around from everyone. He does still sigh, but it's on the edge of a look that can only be described as fondly resigned.]

Alright, alright. I'm here.

[As if he could escape!! He loops his arm into Viktor's and sticks close to his side, holding out his other arm for Shoyo to duck under once he's readied the omni. No one can ever accuse Palamedes of not being a team player, look at this willingness. These two spindly dweebs are going to have to both stoop considerably, sorry Shoyo about them, but!! He is selfie ready.]

who are ya (characters): faith lastname lehane
whatcha doing:
-drinking, she will do drinking games. she will do body shots.
-fireworks. how do they work. she mostly thinks they're pretty more than anything, but they're also explosive, so of course she approves.
-dancing.
-snacks. so many snacks.
-getting way too intense about the party games, but in a fun way.
is this a thing you want to just handwave or thread out?: faiths inbox is pretty full this month so any interested people can just comment below and we'll figure the details out.
is this just a weird thing other people can observe and gossip about?: no more than you would gossip about faith existing in general. which is pretty noteworthy.

who are ya (characters): adaine abernant
whatcha doing:
-holding a red cup in a secluded corner, occasionally hovering around people she knows.
-not drinking, she would die. it's water.
-basically a giant wallflower who will probably talk to other wallflowers
-will later be dragged out of her shell by the activities and games, and will proceed to get way too intense about them (but in a not fun way, in a "if you don't give me the point i will beat you with my fists" way)
is this a thing you want to just handwave or thread out?: i'm good with either! i'll probably tag out instead of putting up a toplevel, but i can set something small up.
is this just a weird thing other people can observe and gossip about?: feel free to gossip

[ He'll tell her the best-worst rendition of them when he relents and admits his fanboy roots that is entirely inaccurate one day, as that's likely the sort of fairytale version he heard from Mana. Disney's got nothing on him.

He hesitates when she mentions her sister, remembering that she had also told him that she was able to see and speak with her again through one of the portals recently, and smiles a bit more quietly at that. ]

Steak and kidney pie? [ He perks. Is there nothing he doesn't like? Nope nothing, but this is more in familiarity than food excitement. ] With mushrooms? Ehh, really?

[ He gives a thoughtful sort of hum, his expression becoming distant and thoughtful as he looks up at the dimming sky. ]

My father and I used to split that sometimes when we had done especially well for money that day. He'd always get so excited.

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