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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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[Kaworu is more fond of the sparklers than the other small fireworks (he hasn't seen any big ones yet), he keeps making Paul and Midoriya hold some so he can light his own and then use it to light theirs, engulfing them all in showers of sparks.

When Pal finds him, he's opening up a new box. He glances up at him, squinting slightly as a smile overtakes his sharp but young features.]

You really got fireworks.

[He's not used to people keeping their word. It's only ever happened here and it still feels strange.]

[viktor tilts his head but offers up the sparkler, wondering if he's going to get dual twirling. honestly that would impress him, surely nothing wilder than that can happen.]

You may. [and there is your audience allen, watching curiously for sparkler tricks. he did not expect sparkler tricks were going to be part of the party somehow.]

[Fortunately, Palamedes is not a difficult man to find, here at this party at his own... field. He's a lanky grey matchstick of a person (until Shoyo gets a yellow jersey on him, but that's for later), and despite not really being into parties, he's making the pointed effort to be into this one. Mostly. Because it was his own idea. What that looks like is that he is always just kind of on the periphery on his way to look at something else, whether that be the snacks or the games or slinking off all the way out to the furthest edge of this shindig to reapply a few wards.

Double fortunately, he's also on the lookout for Allen. He's the person Viktor speaks about the most who isn't a nostalgic memory from home, which is compelling, and apparently he's very prone to trying to carry the whole world on his shoulders? That's a beacon to busybodies like Palamedes, even besides— the other thing. The death thing. Palamedes has already decided not to mention that out of turn because, wow, he's not an asshole? And it feels like an extra layer of awkwardness to rock up to someone with a 'nice to meet you, Viktor told me you died the other week!'

So he's not going to do that. He's on his way back from fiddling with a ward when he spots Allen, and so it is with a thumb pressed to a cut on his palm and darkblood smudges abound that he beelines over. White hair, red mark, Viktor's handy chair— toe to tip, this must be Allen.

(He even makes the effort to close his new eyes, so the backs of his hands are not boggling at Allen, like they could be. Howdy.)]

Hi; Allen? [he'd. shake hands. but there's stuff on 'em.] I'm Palamedes. Viktor talks of you all the time; I'm glad you could come, I was getting relentlessly curious.

Was I supposed to? Would you, if it had a 'hex' stuck on it somewhere? [Hexbones. Palamedes still isn't really sure what crossbones is either, except that yes, it has bones in it. Maybe if Harrow would spare them a few actual femurs or something, they could really get a crossbones game going up in here. Later though; right now is for humming in admiration for explosive engineering marvels, as is appropriate.

He takes it, to hold it up and look at it more closely. This can wait one minute for Palamedes to enjoy Viktor being soft about the party. Tell him everything.]

He's into parties now, who could have predicted this, [he quips, amused. Yes yes, Viktor is actually into good friends, but still.] I wouldn't bother with bad friends. Odd ones, maybe.

[Ones that break into bunkers to write butt words on the chalkboard, but then, they live down there? Oh no, are they the odd friends?]

[At its origin, this party is for Kaworu and the others— the handful of people still enduring the aftereffects of the Leviathan. Palamedes brilliantly does not include himself as one of those people for personal reasons, so: it's for having fun with fireworks, and friends, and not trauma, and so on.

So naturally he did put in the effort to get fireworks. And Viktor does like to show off his ability to make, evidently, literally anything, ergo - yes indeed, there are plenty to go around. Kaworu seems - surprised? Which is telling, but the smile outweighs how bleak that particular surprise is.]

It would be a resounding failure of a fireworks party without them, wouldn't it? [hmm,] Those sparkling ones are a big hit.

[are you having fuuuunnn]

You have to admit 'hexbones' would make anyone curious. [viktor defends. yes he would have gotten it on that name alone, how dare you call him out like this. the merging of two worlds, the necromancer bone thing and viktor's inability to name anything without slapping hex in front of it.

'into parties,' that gets a snort and a faint nudge with his shoulder.] That's skewing the statistics. Liking a single party out of the dozens I've been forced to over the years is an anomaly.

[have a lighter, also pulled from the handy bag.] Odd ones are generally the ones worth keeping around anyway. We wouldn't want things to be dull. [or to be away from their people because seriously.]

I admit I've never heard of an ability like that. It goes beyond the scope of magics I've learned of. [using the soul that way seems... dangerous? if he's being honest. but then again who knows what a 'soul' even is in this context.]

Oh, I am Viktor. I suppose you would be a friend of Palamedes? [he always forgets to introduce himself. and this does look like a potential teen from the teen gaggle pal mentioned.]

[He scoffs, rolls his eyes for effect, holds up cherry bomb and disapproving index finger to Think, and comes up with:] Bonehex.

[No, it's still bad. It's the worst bit ever bitted, Viktor.]

The real problem is dragging home a game that weighs more than I do, [why so many bones in that bag] but it seems like a hit; I'll allow it. And if we're all collectively your anomaly, I can live with that.

[Love that, actually; cheers to weird friends and lo-fi parties. He gives Viktor an affectionate little tap on the cheek before taking the lighter, now armed with an explosive and some fire. Hmm.]

The time limit on the fuse is what, again?

It would have been easier if I gave up my own accent. [which is noticeable and slavic, and i always forget to mention it. some things he remained stubborn about, against all the bending to piltover whims.] I always found that aspect of things the most exhausting, the social script with hundreds of pointless variations meant to constrict. I think most call it 'tradition.'

[dry. but he's going to listen intently to that- ah, another thing they have in common, the scientific pursuit of the magical. he turns fully to him now, engaged in this discussion more than the wards which impressive, those are pretty distracting.]

My research partner was nearly exiled for arguing similar, or at least for trying to push work into unravelling the arcane through technology rather than simply at the hands of mages.

Bah, 'inherent mystery.' Investigation and understanding are not weapons against the topic they are turned on, I have always greatly disliked that concept.

I do hope you continued your research despite this setback.

[sansa takes the offered vial and blinks, because this semi-horse-shaped man looks an awful lot like the nice boy who taught her how to properly steep tea. except--half of his body is a horse? can half-horse people and not-horse people share a parent??

or perhaps he ate a cursed mushroom and grew horse legs. she doesn't look very much like all her siblings, anyway. it's none of her business. but she should say something.]

Thank you. Are you--forgive me, but you look terribly familiar. Do you happen to have any relatives in the city?

[he didn't bring up bonehex, don't blame him and the noble hexbones.] Terrible. It sounds like a magically cultivated disease of the bones.

[or a... a hex? does it sound like a hex maybe??]

I'm assuming you just used the same method that now stains our chalkboard. [darkblood perks. his lips quirk fondly at this maybe being an anomaly, yes, before flicking the fuse with a thoughtful hum.]

About twenty-five seconds each, give or take a handful of seconds. I kept them longer to avoid any actual finger loss.

[the worst thing here is this is probably one of the better ones he spent the most time on. not that cherry bombs are actually even remotely difficult to make, just flashpowder with a fuse, but getting certain little effects or sprays of color? slightly more resources. a little more research to perfect.

aka he likes pal a lot and he gets the pick of the bombs, what a privilege. all part of the experience new things agenda.]

[Yeah Viktor that is just a hex. Palamedes raises an eyebrow at him - it's a hex!! A bonehex! But,] 'Hexbones' is the exact same thing. Honestly, 'crossbones' is just as function-over-form as the way you like to name things, but I wasn't going to argue with the shopkeeper.

[And yes, he did bleed all over it to get it home, but it was for the sake of The Party so nobody can judge his blood choices. His hands have been betraying him with the usual unsubtle berry-stain smudging since before he went to set up the wards, so... shh.]

You did well; nobody has lost any yet. Here's hoping I don't throw the curve.

[This he says as he lights the fuse; he stands there looking at it for a bit, because he's counting - he definitely can't throw it high enough to kill a full 25 seconds, so he lets the fuse fizzle pretty low before he tosses the little bomb as high as his skinny arms can get it straight overhead. There it goes, up and up... what color did he get, sir.]

It is not, there's a nuance. [there isn't.] You did well though. In truth I assumed there would merely be explosives and perhaps food, not several games as well.

[good hosting. also to be fair the inky stains are probably less noticeable when paired with new eyeballs everywhere. viktor still thinks he should have just asked someone for help moving it though, the usual solution over literal blood magic.

he gets a little burst of purple and blue sparks, the kind that crackle in the air a moment as they fizzle out. he eases to see it worked, this is about the most complicated the batch gets so that's promising. his attention is more on pal anyway, faux serious as he asks,] Your initial reaction to the fireworks experience so far?

[translation: do you like the cool thing he made specifically for you?]

I couldn't help myself, [he concedes, which is as much overt admitting he's soft for just about every person here he already knew as he's going to do. It's not that it's embarrassing or anything, but it would take a while to itemize all the reasoning, see. This saves time; he gives Viktor a brief little smile, for emphasis. Yes, fine, he's an adequate host. Gosh.

Anyway, blood magic is always the solution, or at least the necromancer solution, because the question is always "how can I do this immediately, without having to wait patiently?" Unlike waiting for the cherry bomb fuse, although the anticipation is a fun addition to this particular waiting. It pops, up there—

Ah, and it's lovely? It's colorful sparks, and it's impressive that Viktor just made all of these by hand in a manner of a couple afternoons - but besides that, as he looks up at the sparks and Viktor asks his question off to the side, it's... hmm. The party. The odd friends all coming out here to meet and enjoy each other. Viktor, of course. All of it.

It's a whole swell of feeling, and Palamedes watches until the very last spark fizzles out before he looks back at Viktor with an absurdly luminous smile for just one pop.]

Much more exciting to throw than to watch. [he likes the cool thing viktor made for him,] You do one; for me, don't fuss because you made them all.

[He's holding up the lighter, this is required now.]

It'll be fine, V will make it fine again ok

I do! This is me :D

who are ya (characters): palamedes the guy who's behind it all
whatcha doing: variously,
-being bad at every game
-doodling squidsonas
-making sure everybody is having a good time but in a chill and fun way and not in a "knows how to host a party" way. also checking and rechecking the blood wards just in case
-playing with rio the big omen before she skedaddles from noise
-handing people jars filled with glowing mushrooms
-wearing a sports jersey over his regular clothes and trying not to make eye contact with all the bright yellow
-having eyeballs all over him
-generally just vibing and being saccharine with viktor at all other times
is this a thing you want to just handwave or thread out?: gestures at my tl... come to my arms
is this just a weird thing other people can observe and gossip about?: pal is weird but certainly there are weirder, but sure, gossip away.

[pal gets a quirk of the lips that says viktor was the fool for expecting anything less, really. grade a pal to push things further, especially when it came to providing for friends. big surprise, viktor admires that about him.

that quirk becomes a fuller smile when pal looks back at him- unfair, the man has a beautiful smile and viktor's refraining from too much pda, a terrible trial at the moment on him, personally. he does give up that fight enough when he takes the lighter from pal, snatching his hand first and kissing his knuckles before hm, yes lighter thank you.]

I usually just let them explode on the ground. You made it far more interesting. [he admits, pulling out another he thinks is just white sparks and lighting the fuse. it genuinely is kind of fun in a ridiculous way to watch it, waiting until he thinks it's safe and lobbing it up with similarly weak nerd arms.

he was right, this one is just a shower of white sparks that has him smiling again, more in satisfaction than anything.] If there's ever a next time I want to make some fireworks proper, see how it goes. [Science.]

[ She's also just been in such high spirits since they got here, and since he surprised her with that flower crown, that he isn't surprised. Also, she likes talking about her world and her family a lot and he can recognize that as someone who's homesick or lonely, so he'll never do anything to discourage her talking about it.

Although that story causes him to blink for a moment, stringing that together. So, they were...? Oh. He blinks for a moment, then give a sheepish sort of laugh himself, hands folding in his lap with a bit of a fidget. ]

There are songs? [ He's politely intrigued; folk songs aren't something he's heard a lot, although he knows their importance. Being raised by a romantic of a man who was a traveling pierrot, he'd been told plenty of tales of bards and bardic tradition, origins of entertainers and their importance, and always found the idea rather charming. But, oh, she meant to--?

He sits up a little straighter, surprised. ]

I wouldn't want to put you on the spot if you wouldn't want to...? [ fidget? ]

[ "Relentlessly curious"??

Well that certainly gets a surprised blink for a moment. And... then he is absolutely not surprised at all, and gives a good-natured sort of laugh. Ah, no wonder this is someone who's important to Viktor. That totally checks out.

He'd wonder about those eyes, closed or not, because they're kind of unsettling, but... a lot of people are struggling with strange new monstrous aspects and he's way too polite to draw attention to them. Thanks for not staring at him with them though, that'd be a little weird. ]

Mister Palamedes... [ It's warm and congenial, folding his hands in his lap. ] Viktor talks about you too; I'm really glad to finally meet you. [ but, um, sir...

His eyes drop and snag on his hands. And even if Allen is still smiling, like a radiantly gentle wreath on his face, because he's not sure if it's something he should point out or not -- he's kind of concerned. ]

..But are you alright? You're bleeding...

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[ Oh, he brightens at that. Taking the offered sparkler in his other hand, he actually looks... very at home, like that. Like a pitcher might when stepping up to the plate. With a smile, he backs himself up slightly for a little bit more room before testing their weight (what little there is) and balance.

"Surely nothing wilder than that can happen." How long have you known Allen now, Viktor? Tsk. Hup!

He throws both sparklers up into the air. Higher than you would think is possibly safe, sparks flung in dancing patterns in the air, but he catches them neatly as they come back down while hardly sparing them a glance. It's a fluid motion though, as he tosses one back up immediately, followed by the other a moment later. Catching and then throwing--

He's juggling fireworks? Yes he is, and with the most captivated, comfortable sort of smile on his face. ]

[viktor is a fool who doesn't realize that both allen and the trench exist to surprise him one way or another.

he blinks, a touch concerned when the sparklers just get thrown into the air but- oh. he is actually juggling them. this ~~priest~~ exorcist was juggling sparklers because he wasn't kidding about that circus time at all, and well

viktor can't help a short laugh, a bark of a thing he smothers as he sits back. rio is fascinated by the way, watching the juggling lights with huge eyes.]

Absolute show off. [he informs allen fondly.] Effective one too, that is incredibly impressive.

Ehehe— [ He sounds positively delighted at the fond tease. ]

It's called showmanship. ✰ [ He's a professional, don't you know.

One, two, one two. It's an easy rhythm he falls into; juggling two things is child's play for him. Even if they're burning and have poor balance. He watches them rise and fall as well, definitely doing a little extra spin that creates a dazzling aerial pattern of sparks just for Rio's sake when he notices her attention. Timcanpy is positively rosy with enjoyment as well, sitting atop the larger omen's head. ]

I've been doing things like this since I was very little.

[sansa misses her family and winterfell a lot, but she doesn't actually care very much for the rest of her world. she tells allen about dragons and the targaryens to be helpful, and anything else is an attempt to convince her friends, and herself, that it isn't quite the backwater she believes it to be. and--perhaps if she paints a clear enough picture, no one will ask how she spent her time as alayne stone.

plus, it's not polite to pry. she's very curious about other people's lives, and hopes if she offers up some innocuous sentiment they will feel comfortable doing the same.

but none of that matters right now. it's a wonderful day, and they don't have anything important to do. she grins widely.]

Oh, I don't mind. But you'll have to tell me how you learned to juggle like that.

[ How ironic when he is not entirely dissimilar, being a very private person who masquerades with an easier story he feels won't upset people as much, and who doesn't like to pry but very much tries to understand people and where they're coming from.

But, a story for a story? He blinks, and then gives an incredulous sort of laugh, head cocking to the side as he regards her. ]

Miss Alayne... [ It's such a quietly mirthful, genuinely amused tone that maybe might be just a little teasing. Congratulations, that's legitimately raised his spirits. Very sneaky, Sansa. ] Are you bribing me?

[ see??? shoyo expression radiates, see?? he gets it! i like this guy!, and a subtle point to viktor for pal is all that needs to be done. he's going to make this great, so, bringing the package upfront, both main hands, shoyo glances between both of them. ]

Okay— Close your eyes. [ and when his own land once again on pal, shoyo . . . points, but tries not to look for too long. he knows that neither of these buddies of his would appreciate surprise vomit because this sunshine athlete is easily squicked. ] All of them.

[ and while that happens, ]

Did you know this guy saved me from being bear bait, Viktor? From a tree. He climbed it all by himself, and he'd never seen a tree before!

[ look at that . . . athletic prowess! ]

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