closedish to cool guys having chill day

[megatheorem]

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 housekeeping/handwaving tl

[megatheorem]

the cool form for handwaving the CR beats and/or advertising your Activities for on the fly plotting

<b>who are ya (characters):</b> <b>whatcha doing:</b> (including things in the vein of the live music, ie Group Activities) <b>is this a thing you want to just handwave or thread out?:</b> <b>is this just a weird thing other people can observe and gossip about?:</b>

[disrupts]

who are ya (characters):
V of Cyberpunk 2077 vibes

whatcha doing:
- trying every activity at least once and attempting to subvert the fact his cyberware makes him very good at some of these things in an unfair kind of way

- in fact he'll be purposely trying to suck to balance out the cyberware issue so feel free to catch him making some ridiculously out of bounds and purposely rubbish throws for crossbones or beanbags

- in fact in fact he might hit somebody in the head with a beanbag that's how out of bounds his throws are going

- snacks are good and he likes eating but he's not an alcohol kinda guy so no booze for this lad

- chilling on the blankets is more likely to happen if other people are already there so pls let him come hang with u on a cosy blanket

- he's a polite sort of fellow so he won't be letting himself into the bunker but he would challenge anybody else trying their luck if they look shifty enough

- once the fireworks start in earnest he'll be enjoying the view in a nostalgic kinda way

is this a thing you want to just handwave or thread out?:
happy to thread any of this out - some would probably be good to combine though

is this just a weird thing other people can observe and gossip about?:
nothing too weird beyond his purposely terrible attempts at throwing or if chars aren't overly familiar with a dude augmented with visible cyberware that might be a bit weird

[likethelight]

who are ya (characters):
Allen Walker, the too sweet for this world sadboy shounen protagonist from D.Gray-man

whatcha doing:

⮚ being NOT SAD and artfully piling up at least one of each of the available snacks along each of his legs and the arms of the cool chair Viktor made him with precarious balance. no, really. he actually doesn't seem to be that mopey or moody despite it being his first time actually... doing something social and normal since dying. _{it's compartmentalizing. it's all compartmentalizing}

⮚ being crushingly and unfairly good at all of the lawn games that involve hand-eye coordination or just about any kind of upper body dexterity or strength. is he cheating? somehow it seems like he is, but how.

⮚ being a dazzling lightshow of his own when he takes a whole bunch of the glowing beanbags and begins to juggle them high in the air. think a sad kid stuck in a wheelchair can't still be a class act street performer? think again. feel free to toss him something else to juggle with them, it doesn't matter what or how many. knives? pft, easy. he seems absolutely lit up while doing it.

⮚ attempting to get the timing of lighting the cherry bombs down along with rolling back quickly so as not to explode his face. His omen seems extremely rapt about this as well and just as, if not more fascinated than he is.

⮚ stretched out on one of the blankets on his back later on, more blankets piled on him like an old lady, and holding onto Timcanpy, just watching the larger fireworks display when they're lit. ah... now he looks more like he usually does; like someone both a little enchanted but lost in some more somber thoughts. feel free to join him. he may or may not huff that the blanket was already taken.

is this a thing you want to just handwave or thread out?:
I'll be top leveling later and am down for threading any and all! just let me know if there's a certain starter you want, and feel free to assume Allen was Way Too Competitive against you in Crossbones lmfao. or stole that last snack you really wanted

is there a weird thing other people can observe and gossip about?:
he and his omen Timcanpy have the most amazing flower crowns made of pale yellow primroses and nobody can make him bat an eyelash about it. the flowers and his own crown were the sweetest present from a little npc girl on the boardwalk ok

also he may or may not make one for your character and put it on their head. you know, if he wants to be cheeky. this also may or may not lead to drunken giggliness from the event prompt for flowers because of course, his luck. I haven't decided yet lmao

...also he kind of looks like some kind of priest, being stuck in white robes

[hearthebell]

who are ya (characters): L Lawliet (but everyone knows him as Lazarus Sauveterre)
whatcha doing: Arriving with Shoyo and gradually getting pried out of his shell while looking pretty dang demonic. He'll probably be staying away from the fireworks since he throws off heat and occasionally, fire also. He'll stick by Shoyo pretty closely for the first few parts of the party and they'll both separate and mingle as it goes on (so both will have separate toplevels!) L feels off about being around other people as a general rule and especially after the events of April; association with the Emperor or "his" people feels fraught, so he'll be anxiety-drinking probably a little more than is wise and in a state of low-key fight or flight! Also he looks like SATAN and probably feels some kind of way about that after picking a fight with God. After a few beverages he'll play a game and lose it because he's wobbly. He'll listen to the music. He might try to get into the bunker-I-guess. He might be open to franker conversations than normal after he gets over his initial flightiness and the stigma of looking like Satan.
is this a thing you want to just handwave or thread out?: I'm doing a toplevel!
is this just a weird thing other people can observe and gossip about?: Why not both?

[asas]

who are ya (characters): local sportsball enthusiast shōyō hinata
whatcha doing:

— he’s still shedding off his monster parts (cw for too many eyes, tentacles and arms on a dog-thing) at this point but shouldn’t look too gross now that his day is lighting up! he’s got a date that’s still okay with him being gross! they’re holding hands! it’s cute 😭
— that said (like lexi said above me) shōyō will be around L for quite a while during the first half of the mingle before prying off and going to say hello to other friends (or?? make new ones?? he’s very friendly that way)
— he’s a warmblood and suffering this month from the hunger and will probably eat ten times his weight in food and will not stop so soon. stop him.
— he loves games. he’s very competitive. he’ll play any and all games and will get fired up to win!!
— things that are too grotesque or scary or gory (lookin at monster folks) makes shōyō nervous and susceptible to throwing up/having a really upset stomach. for comedic relief in-series, he usually throws up on people, or their shoes, or just in front of them like a nauseous cat trying to tell you something. i’m not above this here either. hmu.
— he gave pal a sports jersey of his children’s volleyball team mascot (aka, the HOT WINGS, the ballin’ torchic) and is making him wear it. yes. and will be bragging hi and lo that pal is the manager now. go check out kos orphanage kids sports team, they’ll love it!!!!

is this a thing you want to just handwave or thread out?: thread with me 🥺
is this just a weird thing other people can observe and gossip about?: you can twist my words for the above information i do not careth (gossip is funny)

Re: the housekeeping/handwaving tl

[wannasmash]

who are ya: Izuku "Deku" Midoriya
whatcha doing:
- He brought more snacks.
- Got hit with event stuff, so he's a treefaun that's more tree than faun.
- Reassuring people about their monster forms because being born like this is normal in his world. Don't sweat it. You look great. Claws on fleek.
- Cherry bombs! He knows explosion safety, but mostly on the receiving end. Normal and fine. Less high octane: sparklers.
- Adding to the chalkboard.
- Hydration is important, please take this.
- Teaming up with Paul to wrangle Kaworu while contemplating the logistics of having two boyfriends.
- ...Other shenanigans will no doubt ensue. Trouble finds him.
is this a thing you want to just handwave or thread out?: Ask me. I'm trying to be realistic about my tag load while doing two player plots.
is this just a weird thing other people can observe and gossip about?: Free to ICly observe and gossip everything above.

[dohaeris]

who are ya (characters): allen's cool friend alayne stone with a normal dog
whatcha doing: eating cake, being friendly, hovering around allen, trying not to flinch at the fireworks bc of warg senses
is this a thing you want to just handwave or thread out?: I'll be tagging around!! she wants to make Friends and Allies
is this just a weird thing other people can observe and gossip about?: lady will hide under a table during the fireworks but will be remarkably quiet about it. feel free to wonder why someone would bring a dog to a fireworks party, it's bc she does not know what this is

[peripheries]

who are ya (characters): kaworu
whatcha doing:
-playing with Fireworks, like literally
-being overly confident about his alcohol tolerance
-getting wrangled by Paul and Deku and enjoying the logistics of having two bfs
-Passing out on blankets
is this a thing you want to just handwave or thread out?: I have a lil top level!
is this just a weird thing other people can observe and gossip about?: Yes, any of the above.

[mehanizovati]

who are ya (characters): viktor from arcane

whatcha doing: points at top level, highlights include handing out small bombs and sparklers, wallflower, doing party games wrong, leaving the party area to look at cool wards.

is this a thing you want to just handwave or thread out?: i'd love to thread whatever out, but if people want to handwave anything let me know

is this just a weird thing other people can observe and gossip about?: idk probably being boyfriend at pal, if that's news. giving teens cherry bombs, having a bad understanding of when someone should be allowed alcohol or not

[megatheorem]

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.

late to the party and without starbucks

[towards_okeanos]

who are ya (characters):
Iskandar
whatcha doing:
- jumping awkwardly around and/or trying to find a perch high enough so he can see anything (a giant eagle is still smaller than most humans)
- very interested in food and drink - help the bird out, he'd like to have some booze, can't really hold a glass on his own, or a plate
- trying to speak will end emitting undignified squawks (the real eagle ones sound pretty embarrassing), won't stop him from trying
- will sit on one of the bone chairs and exercise will-power not to peck at the bones - it is tempting
- trying to party while bird is a challenge but not an impossible one
is this a thing you want to just handwave or thread out?:
i'm cool with threading any of this out
is this just a weird thing other people can observe and gossip about?:
Iskandar is in full golden eagle (as in metal, not colour) form, trying to figure out how do you party while bird

[hauntedsavior]

who are ya (characters): anna "the entertainment" amarande
whatcha doing:
- providing live music on her bass, plugged into her own body as an amp. she is accepting and encouraging both requests and singalongs for anyone who happens to know the songs she's playing.
- doing poorly at the games
- watching people mess with fireworks but not really messing with them herself
- cool smoking
- maybe talking shit about gods but only when nobody's looking
is this a thing you want to just handwave or thread out?: either one works!
is this just a weird thing other people can observe and gossip about?: any god shittalking will be as close to behind closed doors as possible, but everything else is definitely easy to notice and talk about

[swellter]

who are ya (characters): Todoroki Shouto
whatcha doing:

- Sleeping in some random corner, sitting down or standing up, doesn't matter!

- Sipping his water while observing people while being startled by anyone who deems to talk to him!

- Likely being dragged around by people he knows (and know better) to be social!

- Eating/Snacking!

is this a thing you want to just handwave or thread out?:

I mean... sure! He's a party animal so have at it!

is this just a weird thing other people can observe and gossip about?:

Yes! 100% They would totally see him drooling while he's sleeping, and have a frozen snot bubble so that's 100% Gossip-Girl material there. He's also likely prone to eat all the healthy snacks and not touch the sugary ones. I'm guessing the water sipping thing is not gossip material unless you start noticing him cooling people's drinks if they ask for it. He's also not the best conversationalist so there will be periods of silence from him so again nothing to gossip about unless you really try. I mean, he's easily manipulated so have at it!

[slayerskiss]

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.

[adaine]

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

opennn

[mehanizovati]

[with the many ways one could go and socialize or play at this party, viktor has gone with dragging a chair up from the bunker and sitting off to the side somewhere to observe activities. this is how you attend a party, right, this is the spirit right here.

but no, for all his wallflowering he looks pretty content all things considered, sitting back with a mug pal drew a squid on (it's viktor's squidsona, you can tell because of the moles obviously) and a bag at his side, crutch leaning against the back of the chair. rio is much more social and will actually poke her nose around until the loud fireworking starts, when she'll skitter off.

anyway he'll be handing out cherry bombs from that bag (feel free to handwave getting as many as you want) and even sparklers (same as above) with only vague warnings of 'don't blow anything important up, thanks.' if you're drinking no bombs for you. if you're a teen extra bombs, which is a questionable choice but he figures the point of all this is for the teens to cause some vaguely supervised trouble anyway. also the bombs explode in fun colors and sparkles, sometimes some colored smoke. he's a fucking show off.

other potential happenings include:

- snooping the art station because he's morbidly curious what people might decide to draw here. if he gets bored enough he might be here making a blueprint for something and pretend that's a party activity.

- taking a turn supervising booze and being way too lenient about it because he's an undercity kid at heart and figures most people can handle at least a little liquor while around dangerous materials.

- examining the blood wards because he still thinks they are fascinating and this is clearly a normal party activity.

- actually just enjoying the music with mild swaying so he did it, a single party activity done the right way.

- observing pal seeing fireworks properly for the first time because that's the whole point in his opinion. besides everyone getting a nice break. mostly this though. ]

[terriblepurpose]

[Paul sidles up to Viktor early in the night, having heard that this is where an enterprising young man can collect his explosives, and having a passing suspicion of who it is that's doing so. He's dressed in his festive best: a fitted black t-shirt paired with pants of a rough-and-ready fiber dyed black, tucked into black boots, two bone studs in each earlobe. He's even gotten someone with steadier hands to give them a slick of subtle black eyeliner.

(The heirs of the Sixth House and House Atreides both have a certain commitment to the monotone.)]

I like your mug. [He extends his hand promptly, smiling - he knows his manners, and anyone Palamedes trusts with explosives Paul trusts with his bare hand.] Paul Atreides. A pleasure to meet you.

Waver Velvet | Open!

[slightlytaller]

[An invitation from Palamedes was impossible to refuse, even for an introverted mage who preferred to keep his circles tight and his head low to the ground. The seemingly endless night had finally met with dawn, a dear friend had come ashore with the sunrise, and for the first time in a very long time, Waver Velvet-- also known as Mackenzie-- felt decently happy.

Even the fact that he had woken up the week before with the body of a centaur (and looking like the 30 year old he had professed to be the month before) couldn't quite ruin his mood.

He hadn't arrived alone, and his companion was making rounds at his own leisure when they weren't seen together. For himself, Waver had found the pad of paper on one of the blankets and was busy scrawling out a series of numbers and calculations-- as if he were using his free moment to solve a puzzle... or, perhaps the code to the Bunker. Sure, he could ask either Palamedes for the answer or Iskandar to just break the door down, but that was no fun.

Riddles like this were a good way to understand others.

Savvy individuals who were keen on mischief could even ask him for a little help with the codebreaking. Curiosity, as always, was both his gift and his curse.

Otherwise, he is passing out the glow wands he had spent a portion of last month making to combat the darkness that had descended upon the city. Not that they were useful in anything but large quantities for significant lighting, but they were helpful at odd moments when he had been stuck without a torch or needed to pass one off to someone in need. They were small glass vials that needed to be shaken to catalyze the reaction within to make it glow. Any teen who came by for one was granted any number freely, with one caveat:

Do not drink the contents.

Adults who asked would get a look and have one tossed their way-- or, if they were drinking, dropped into their cup with a wry look.

Although he didn't necessarily accept food, he was more than glad to enjoy a hard drink or two for the first time in quite a while. Centaurs were renowned for their alcohol tolerance, and he didn't expect too many ill effects from it. It would be easier to encourage him to participate in a few games at this point. Gamers just can't resist.

As the afternoon turned to evening, he could be found vibing to the music and reminding teenagers about firework safety. Just because he had blown a few things up when he was nineteen didn't mean he approved of inexperienced kids doing the same! Feel free to go to him with questions about the science of pyrotechnics as well. Although he wasn't a fireworks professional, alchemy had a lot of overlapping knowledge sets with such practical arts.

Overall, he was happier than he was letting on about having a second chance to live out a dream that was otherwise impossible to reach.]

[dohaeris]

[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?

kaworu | open

[peripheries]

[Wonderful. A party. Kaworu has been to exactly one (1) party and has determined that they are good, he is good at them, and therefore he should encourage people to throw and show up to as many parties as possible.

It all makes sense when you think about it.

Thankfully, he's shed most of his monster traits, just pointed ears and demonic horns remain. The red eyes are completely natural! And first things first, he's focused on one thing:

Fireworks were part of Kaworu's ask to Palamedes and he's pleased to see that it was delivered upon. He gleefully lights all off every kind of smaller firework that he can be given, watching intently as the flame goes up the fuse and everything bursts into dancing lights. His favorite is the sparklers. Using his Darkblood + Angel powers, he manages to capture the glittering flames into the palm of his hand like holding a star. He watches it, dazzled.

Otherwise, he can be seen at the booze table drinking something that looks way too big and too strong for someone his size. But look! Again! He's been to one party! This should be fine. He's very good at drinking and it's fun to drink a lot until suddenly it's not fun at all when everything starts spinning. Okay, maybe he's better at Spice...?

He ends up flopped on the pile of blankets like a little angel burrito boy. Maybe bring him some water or get him to play a game to sober up.]

[mehanizovati]

[for the most part viktor's been keeping to himself, but that trick with the darkblood? yes, he is going to come over, a touch dazzled himself by the effect. probably more along the 'that's cool how do i dissect this with Science' dazzle but really, same difference.]

How did you do that? [he asks, leaning on his crutch and tilting his head as he regards kaworu's hand.]

shoyo hinata (open!)

[asas]

( plans here! )

[ shoyo hinata isn't exactly subtle about his arrival— he's not much a raging storm coming through, but a ray of sunshine that arrives in bright red shorts and, for the time being, no shirt (or shoes, please give him service) but grinning wide, habitually greeting everyone who either passes by him or makes eye contact with. he comes holding a thin little (tall, lazarus is taller than shoyo) nerd by the hand. the furry remains of this mostly human tangerine are a bit of a scruffy puff mane, a shaggy, curling tail, and long, pointed ears. his feet, fingers— they're all clawed, and he's got four........ arms.

arms that he'll hold up and pump to victoriously play crossbones with anyone who dares. ahhhh, what's this?! how do you play?! can you teach me? wanna play? and once he does learn the rules, all goes to hell. as one will realize, expected from an athlete, shoyo is damn competitive and will challenge absolutely anyone who's either watching for too long or standing within speaking distance.

the same goes for beanbag horseshoes; another tossing game, another reason for shoyo to challenge you to a game of: who can toss the farthest? who can throw the farthest? who can keep it in the air longest??? no cheating!

shoyo wouldn't be shoyo either if he didn't smuggle in one volleyball and invite people to play with him. the more the better, of course, but he's just content serving, setting and spiking across a line of mushroom glowing jars to serve as their court limits in the grass. unless someone has something better use, then by all means—! you can't snap shoyo from his element when things get crazy, with a monstrous vertical jump for a little guy and.....??? four arms to keep balance and receive?? you'll catch him saying: i wish i could have four arms all the time!!

all that playing around really works up this young man's appetite (as if he wasn't already eating mounds of buns in between rounds). this time, shoyo's pit stop at the food table is one to fear! warmbloods suffer from a blackhole stomach this month, and it's not as if right now he's going to ignore how much it's screaming at him to get some chow. at the table, there're plates of food in each of shoyo's four hands, and he just keeps piling it up. want to stop him? he's mostly polite if confronted, but his munchies are real. no booze for this guy, he's as straight of an edge as a ruler. he'll just take water to stay hydrated, please!

there is one thing probably many would pay to see other than the light show tonight, and that is shoyo searching desperately for thee palamedes for something. where is he off to, hm? where is he hiding! once the deed is done, shoyo will happily show off his friend's new bling— no, just the closest thing to a sport's jersey a trench seamstress can make. bright yellow and bearing the symbol of one of the children's teams at kos orphanage, the HOT WINGS. he's quite happy to announce that pal has become their manager, and please support the children at kos orphanage! he looks awesome in that jersey, no?!

at last, the fireworks. while shoyo will spend the bulkiest of the light show cozying up with his date, he'll soon be on the case of others to set off cherrybombs near unsuspecting poor souls and run (never too close, of course, but just enough to scare the shit out of anyone closest to it). that person may be you, and you might have an orange, tan gremlin to chase after. ]

pal's favorite part of the party, featuring shoyo and viktor

[mehanizovati]

[in a shocking turn of events viktor spends a good chunk of the party with pal, and this is part of said chunk. just a breather from teenage shenanigans and small explosives, probably touching base on yes, no one blew a finger off yet, viktor's bafflement over beanbag horseshoes. etc.

he's sipping his actually not tequila when he notices what he can only describe as a four armed ruckus, more so a ruckus in search of palamedes for whatever reason if he caught some passing comment or call right.]

I think someone wants to speak with you. [he points out shoyo beyond pal's shoulder, a raised brow of 'that one of your gaggle of teens, monster edition?']

your pal, pal. open

[megatheorem]

[This is technically Palamedes' own party, and so naturally, he spends most of it just kind of hanging around. Just chilling. He's not good at throwing things or lifting the giant crossbones pieces in the first place and he's not going to get sloshed on donated liquor, so: just chilling. He doesn't even make much of an effort at playing host besides saying hello when people arrive and gesturing around at the various Activities. He can be asked questions? He'll do his best; he was never planning on playing the good and gracious host because that shit's boring, but he's polite.

Throughout the afternoon and evening, when he is not hanging around with Viktor (the PDA is not Obnoxious, but it is also not trying to be Covert), he can be found:

A. putting more mushrooms in jars, an activity he occasionally breaks from to feebly toss one such mushroom for Rio, Viktor's big pink lizard omen. He will also hand out little mush-jars for anyone who would like them.

B. absolutely and utterly failing to play crossbones, because the sticks are big and he's a necromancer. Truly, darkblood anti-grav magic had to be used to get these things home from the shop. His best work is managing to lift one and flip it end over end on a lucky bounce. Luckily he is in great spirits about this.

C. Just kind of roaming around asking how everyone's doing... he's not playing host, he's playing mom friend. Everyone here is within six degrees of separation (mostly fewer) of someone he cares about, so everyone here gets the Friend Treatment. If you're extra friendly he'll draw you a squidsona at the art station.

D. Later when it's dark enough, absolutely throwing out his whole shoulder in the name of having a sick time with cherry bombs. He might just dab a little darkblood on a few and have them float high overhead before they pop, for funsies.

Other Pal Facts of note include that he is visibly covered in eyeballs, although he's made the effort to only leave his hands and head/neck exposed, for other people's relative comfort. The eyes are not the same size, nor are they arranged in a pattern of any kind, but they do boggle unless he makes the effort to close them. He will try to remember this.

He will also, towards the middle, suddenly be going around wearing a yellow sports jersey (ish) for Shoyo's children's sports team, which he puts on over his existing grey fit because of course he does. Don't perceive him.]

[peripheries]

[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.]

Allen Walker | open open open

[likethelight]

[ plotting here! ]

[ A thin, white-haired and white-clad pale teenager in a rather modified- looking wheelchair, Allen actually arrives not fashionably late from being lost or distracted for once. Which you can probably thank the other two teenagers he arrived with for, a boy with white and red hair quietly pushing his chair and a girl with a very large dog(?). He's also entirely normal-looking and grateful for that. Although he has a very lovely flower crown of pale yellow primroses that his omen is also wearing in miniature, a strange, orb-like bright yellow flying creature the size of a grapefruit with a kind of fleurie cross on its "face" that trails after him the whole night and mirrors most of what he does. Including crunching on snacks -- wooden skewers and the like and all. Maybe even a plate or two. _{Tim, no.}

Mostly he gravitates towards people he recognizes and hangs around them and the two he came with, but is friendly and smiles to anyone who approaches him or makes eye contact. You'd think he was a social butterfly of some sort, with how easily he drifts between people to say hello or introduce himself. Which, speaking of, he's also looking for Palamedes given he's a host to pay respects to and Viktor told him about him... Friends of Viktor's are friends of his also he may or may not be a protective of his adoptive mother and have to scope the man out.

After thoroughly raiding the snack table while precariously and artfully managing to balance one of everything (no booze though. hhh, gag...), he spends most of his time inspecting the various lawn games that are laid out curiously. Does he recognize them? No, what's having a normal childhood. But he did spend most of his childhood in a circus and recognizes the basics quickly enough, so after politely inquiring -- how do you score points? is it okay to do it like this? -- seems to pick it up... Seems to be very calm and focused... and then boy howdy coming out swinging and just giving whoever is playing him at just about anything a run for their money. Didn't think a priestly-looking slender boy in a wheelchair wearing flowers could have a wickedly accurate and strong left arm? Or shrewd gamesman strategy? Think again. He'll be absolutely radiant and ask anyone cocky-seeming if they'd like to make a wager. ✨ How far can he throw a beanbag? Oh... pretty far, probably... you know, considering he hasn't been well, and he hasn't played games like these before... _{it'll zing right off into the night utterly out of sight like some kind of bat out of hell}

But fireworks! He gravitates towards the sparklers, especially after Viktor's encouragement, and after getting a feel for how quickly they burn and their center of gravity he begins to throw them up in the air! High, graceful arcs that leave lingering trails of light to one's eye against the night sky. He's juggling fireworks? Yes, yes he is. Quite adeptly as well, and soon incorporates some of the glowing beanbags in as well with the ease of a seasoned daredevil circus performer, making the lights dance in the night. Is he showing off a little? He might be. Depends on who's watching and what their reaction is.

But he seems happy like that. Smiling broadly and watching the high arcs they make.

Later on, during the bigger fireworks display, he stretches out on one of the blankets. Propped up slightly with extra blankets -- or whatever else he could find -- and wrapped in another kind of like an old lady. He's holding onto Timcanpy in his lap though, hugging the apparently squishy little creature to him with his head tipped back and watching the display with a hard to read sort of expression (boy and golem both). Still smiling faintly, but with a faraway kind of expression that seems heavier than one would expect from a teenager watching fireworks.

Happy? Yes, happy... but also somehow a little bittersweet. ]

[dohaeris]

[sansa laughs and claps all through his juggling. it is genuinely impressive! fools in westeros tend towards slapstick comedy. she's never actually seen someone juggle so successfully before.]

Oh, you're like Florian the Fool!

[sitting on a blanket with her legs tucked under her, she only barely has to tilt her head upwards to watch it. she grins. in a more teasing tone:]

And here I am like Jonquil, with flowers in my hair...

Iskandar | Open!

[towards_okeanos]

[There is no way in the deepest, darkest depths of Tartarus that Iskandar could ever miss a chance to party. So the first time Waver has brought the subject up he was, as expected, incredibly enthusiastic about the idea. Even with the physical changes progressing through the month, the day before it all still looked as if they won't be much of a hindrance. At least until the morning on the designated day, when Iskandar has woken up to see the world from a vastly different perspective.

Still, turning into a golden eagle the size of a small child is not hindrance enough to stop the King of Conquerors from going to a party. There are few obstacles that could.

Yet, it quickly proves how difficult it is to hold a normal conversation when all your current vocal cords emit amounts to a series of chirps and squawks.

The snacks table proves less challenging, as he can just fly over and snatch anything that catches his eye. Not a true feasting experience he was hoping for, but at least something.

For anything else, he needs to enlist help either from Waver or any other kind soul that's willing to lend the bird a hand.
Iskandar loves parties, loves drinking, feasting and socializing with all kinds of interesting people. That he's unable to do it the way he likes it in his current form makes him visibly sad.

So it's no surprise, that he can be convinced to do something reckless - like carrying a cherry bomb up, so it explodes real high - if only someone is able to communicate their intention to him. Also bring him some booze, it will help.]

[tealeafs]

[ .. 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..?

[hauntedsavior]

a. chicks and dudes, who you think is really kickin' tunes? [music]

[true to form, local dope musician anna amarande is providing some music for the evening. she's got an electric bass with a cord hooked up to a jack right at the hem of her shirt—yes, she's using herself as an amp, and yes, she loves that she can do that. she takes requests and she's extremely into the idea of getting people to sing along, if anyone happens to know anything she's playing.]

[in between songs, she's taking breaks, and trying to make sure that nobody gets too rowdy with fireworks.]

Hey! Hey—[and through processes even she isn't fully clear on, she channels a little more energy into her voice box to amplify it (even though it's still, as far as she knows, organic).] Dude! Watch it, okay? You're gonna burn something to the ground.

b. look, i'll make it all manageable [chilling]

[when she's not trying to keep people safe or contributing vibes, she's definitely just roaming around the party, chilling, trying to get to know people. but that takes time and energy, and even though she's working on being more sociable, she needs a break. she's spending a little more time than she probably should leaning against a tree and smoking into the wind. at least she's not a big enough jerk to flood the whole party with smoke.]

[she pricks her finger with a needle secured to a worn pack of cigarettes, then lights up with a flame that she sparks to life from the blood. once her own is lit, she looks around to anyone who might be nearby, trying to find their own nicotine refuge.]

Need a light? [she's keeping the flame alive on the tip of her finger, but depending on who it is, she may have another idea of how to light the other person up. if they're into it in the first place.]

c. i'm feelin' glad, i got sunshine in a bag [wildcard]

((anything else here that isn't explicitly mentioned above but would be in her housekeeping tl, this time with significantly less literal housekeeping. feel free to hit me up on discord, at roseward, or here!!))

a!

[mehanizovati]

[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.]

L Lawliet (Lazarus Sauveterre) | OTA

[hearthebell]

[Are we dating?

L still hears the question sometimes. Usually it's when he's deep in thought about how he could have answered it more prudently to actually do something good for Shōyō, however much if might have crushed his spirits initially. Occasionally he hears it when he's trying to make his mind as spotless and quiet as possible, but then it drifts through, irrepressible and definitely a problem, however warm and sunny it might feel.

He can't reconcile it or figure out whether he wants to be noble or selfish, though, at least not in time for this outing. So they arrive hand-in-hand, with the easy interaction between their still somewhat monstrous-looking bodies suggesting that, yes, they probably are in fact dating.

They stick together at first, sharing a snack and a bit of conversation about sports, before gradually splitting off to go mingle. Almost the first thing L does once he's sans Shōyō is reach for a a drink, topping it off with slightly more liquor.

Parties aren't his thing on the best of days, and after the events of April, it is far from that. He's oh so recently been put in his place by one who would call himself God, after all, and he showed up looking like Satan himself.]

I. A Literal Wet Blanket

[Some of the grass appears concerningly dry. While L would like to camp out for a bit and take a load off, he's concerned about the effect the heat and occasional flames rolling off his demonic form. While his arrival robes won't catch, the grass might, as well as the blankets, so he returns momentarily with several bottles of water.

Methodically, he's making sure he thoroughly soaks the blanket he's chosen. Hopefully, it wasn't yours, left for just a moment to refill your beer.]

II. If I Was Sober Enough to Play, I Wouldn't

[When the world has started to melt pleasantly at the edges around dusk as a result of just enough alcohol, L finally wanders his way over to the games, setting his slightly fuzzier sights on the game of Crossbones.

He's just tipsy enough that at first he thinks it's croquet, and he's confused when he doesn't immediately see mallets.

Nope; not croquet. If you're still playing, even though it's starting to get dark, he'll approach you right away, holding a pair of sticks in each clawed hand like a pair of drumsticks.]

Was this meant to be set up in any particular way?

[As though it's Jenga and someone just left a mess behind, rude.]

III. Fire... Works, It Definitely Works

[L probably should have cut himself off when he couldn't throw a bone straight.

He did not. When that warm and pleasant glow had started to wear off into something heavy and sleepy and headachey, he'd chased it with more, trying to reclaim the sensation and the fun it allowed. He's succeeded in some kind of way; he clutches two handfuls of glowing beanbags, carrying them back to the wet blanket that is now merely damp. Hopefully, he can meet up with Shōyō and actually watch the fireworks together.

One of the first fireworks bursts and pops in the sky unexpectedly. Though his reflexes are dulled, he startles enough to drop his beanbags... and one of them is quite unintentionally but very definitely on fire.

Hopefully it didn't land near you, or your stuff, or on you and your stuff. Because he's coming after it with a cold, damp blanket to smother it and everything close to it.]

IV. Wildcard!

[Want something a little more chill? A little more crazy? Throw what you got at me!]

wildcard

[peripheries]

[He doesn't actually intend to say anything to Lazarus at all. When Kaworu notices him, flitting at the edges of the party like a moth, it's a sudden, furious impulse that drives him. He thinks about Paul's miserable form, curled up on the bed, staring at the wall, wishing to be pulled into the white expanse to hide his shame.

Lazarus had been at the center of it. One of the thieves during a night of joy. Who'd suffered consequences and let the runoff spill over onto Paul. Teacher had to clean the mess up. Paul had made a mistake that he couldn't take back.

Someone with more experience with people might have realized that there was little he could say to Lazarus that the man did not know. And that, from what he knew, Lazarus had good intentions, and so likely felt as bad at this as Paul did. Unfortunately, Kaworu was not that person and felt like he must was going to set the record straight to protect the boy he cares about.

He slinks over to L, arms crossed, hair in a messy ponytail, trying to look serious with all of his five-foot stature.]

We need to talk.

cool normal kids club [sansa, adaine, l(azarus)]

[dohaeris]

[sansa is visibly delighted to see adaine. her flower crown of yellow primroses does not at all go with her dark grey dress and wide leather belt. she dashes over to wherever adaine is, beaming.]

Adaine! I'm so glad you're here. I came here with Allen and I hardly know anyone.

[she doesn't seem very bothered by this. she briefly scans the crowd.]

Have you met Lazarus yet? He seems to be under some kind of fire curse at the moment...

[hearthebell]

[There is perhaps no more accurate way to describe the current state of the man with the very heavy, very fake name. The alcohol content of what he's drinking at any given time can be determined by how fast it's burning off, and at this current moment, the demonic-looking man dressed in his fire-proof arrival robes is standoffishly and unhappily holding what appears to be a glass of pure flame.

Rather than add a few mixers, he just dumps some ice in his glass and tops it off with more alcohol. Things went badly at Paul's birthday party because he stayed mostly sober; does he have much to lose by daring to imbibe more this time around?

He doesn't notice Sansa or her friend yet. Instead, his eyes are scanning around for Shoyo, who has been mingling, and probably succeeding at it more than his
very bright but socially inept boyfriend.]