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closedish to cool guys having chill day

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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Oh, absolutely. [obviously, sparklers get him going.] You're finally going to let loose?

[A mug of tequila: going wild. He hovers with some restless energy as Viktor gets up - what else is new - and ducks to scoop up a handful of more cherry bombs before he takes the mug. These, too, will come to the blanket. He can throw from the ground, it'll be fun.

Anyway, he's filling his pockets with explosives. Excellent.]

Yes, sir. I'll be quick and resist any and all shenanigans.

[None of his eyes will open towards distractions!! He leans in to peck Viktor on the cheek, hmhm, rocking back on his heels and then skittering off to get some tequila. He will be quick, returning to shuffle around the various blankets he's tossed on the ground for Comfort and Coziness to look for Viktor. It's free blanket real estate, now where has Viktor gotten to... this mug needs drinking...]

Yes, this facade of responsibility has lost its charm. I now wish to be an active problem. [viktor answers, a smile at the peck before they head off their separate directions.

surveying the blankets for the ideal spot is a heavy task he's willing to bear, aka he mostly just steps around until the place with the most cushioning mushrooms underneath catches his attention and he lowers himself, crutch placed to the side and legs stretched out before him.

it's close enough to the arts station he's currently surveying some of what was left, likely with a snort, only glancing up again when he hears pal approach.]

Thank you. [just taking that tequila and whatever they're mixing it with, holding the mug in one hand and offering the other to pal.]

[Viktor has found the most comfortable spot like a cat would, excellent. Palamedes takes his hand and folds himself down onto this blanket, glancing over at - ah, yes, some abandoned art.]

Enjoy; I've mentally prepared on the way over to see you being a rowdy disturbance.

[Ha... like, it would be great, actually, but he's expecting maybe some fussy ranting about rich people at most? Tequila and truth juice do it best.

In any case, he is stealing himself another kiss before he settles back. Oh, and with his pockets full of sparklers and bombs, right-]

Where did that lighter go?

Excellent, your enabling is noted and appreciated. [viktor hums, a smile at the kiss and this time he does pull him over for another. he hasn't gotten to do so yet, this is Equality.

but yeah if pal's lucky he'll get into some old academic feud he had and diss the guy from a world over for trying to coax linearity out of obviously random variables. wild tequila nights.

he takes a sip and reaches into a pocket to brandish the lighter, saying,] Here you are. I am genuinely surprised you haven't made any of the bombs float yet.

[he doesn't want to encourage more bleeding but yeah, still surprised.]

[Far be it from Palamedes to dissuade equality, gosh. He scoffs, swiping the lighter and withdrawing that one lone sparkler from his myriad pockets, first. Now, don't give him ideas...]

Well, evidently I didn't understand they weren't intended to be thrown until ten minutes ago; forgive my lack of creativity. D'you want me to try?

[If Viktor would really like to see some cherry bombs float gently into the air, he will bite his own thumb open in a heartbeat, so like, really do not encourage him. That one's a lot grosser than going wild on a scalpel to make his wards.

The sparkler, though; he lights it and holds it out in front of them, slightly overhead, so that he can admire it for a second and then admire Viktor, in the flickering fizzy light. Hey.]

As always, a marvel. [the fireworks or the man?? either. both.] I'd wager you've made yourself relentlessly popular in this crowd now, thanks to these.

You're forgiven- and no. I think your hand has suffered enough today. [true show of caring here, that he prefers pal not bleeding more to cool magic on his bombs. the things he sacrifices, truly.

he leans against pal a little to watch the sparkler, thoroughly content in the moment despite being at a party. he glances over as well, offering a smile for being joint caught looking at one another like saps, eyes going back to the sparkler with a snort because that is what he assumes is the marvel.]

The only vaguely difficult part was grinding aluminum for dust. Everyone here is far too easy impressed. [it's almost like simple things are sometimes good? who knew.] Good, it was my plan to make sure all your friends liked me through bribes if need be.

[He hums, like hmm, shame, but he dutifully does not start chewing on his own fingers, so there's that. Actually, while he's thinking about it, he shifts to one-handedly empty his pockets of the rest of these cherry bombs and place them over on the other side of the blanket, so that they don't get in the way of being all over Viktor for the foreseeable future.

Foresight. Good planning.]

Now you're showing off again, and to me, who's been impressed the whole time. [The only difficult part of making cool party bombs! Viktor! He wiggles the fizzing sparkler like one might wag an admonishing finger, except entirely without the same effect.] Save some of that for the others.

[Who he assumes do all like Viktor even without bribes, as he's fairly sure either Viktor or someone else would have told him by now if there was a Problem... no news is good news; the meeting of the friends is a success.

He lets the rest of the sparkler fizzle out and then scoots an arm around Viktor's waist, which has the additional effect of some of his weird eyeballs boggling at Viktor again.]

They're good people. Not that I'm saying every one of them would turn down a bribe, but it's hardly necessary.

I am going to have you make one with me next time we're at the lab, then you will see. [viktor tuts, as though a fun science lesson would be a punishment. it's probably just another date night activity aside from heists and mushroom throwing.

when the sparkler fizzles out viktor takes pal's free arm, pushing his sleeve up to get a better look at the eyes again. he moves a hand to see if they'll follow his finger, humming and saying,]

That's fair, there is nothing wrong with being enterprising. [and then, more seriously,] I like them. I was surprised Paul wasn't one of the Ninth pair I haven't met, he certainly has part of the eh... gothic look down.

Really? [Oh? Will he? Yeah, this is a fun date activity and not a punishment, judging by the overt enthusiasm with which he says this. Really!!] Alright. I'll do my best.

[And yes, the eyes do follow him. Briefly he thinks about, like, lab safety and goggles while he's covered in eyes, so maybe this fireworks lesson will have to wait a bit— but right now the eyes are watching Viktor's hand with interest, while Palamedes leans his cheek on his shoulder with a little hum.]

Does he? [he doesn't wear skull paint, don't be silly,] He's something of an ascetic, so I can see it. Harrow did his piercings, I've been told.

[An honorary Ninth. Fair, because if Palamedes had to pick specific people he wants Viktor to like, it's Paul and the Ninth. No bias whatsoever.]

They all live together, remember; it's been good for them.

[shock of shocks, the enthusiasm is endearing.] I think you'll enjoy it, and then you too can impress the teenagers. And then you can impress me with what a quick study you no doubt are.

[everyone is happy. his lips quirk at the eyes, a few more movements of his hand before he mentally starts counting them. each time he counts one he touches the skin near it, trying to make an actual mental map of where they are to see if they shift position at all. monsterfucking aside, he does want to make sure they know what's going on here.]

Ah, that would explain it. I suppose the lack of face paint should have told me. [and the infamous bone house. he nods as he runs a finger below another eye.] I also met Gideon. I like her too, she seems chaotic. [he appreciates that. a little chaos keeps things interesting.]

I'll find a way to make the sparks grey. Not silver; just grey. [That will be his personal challenge, thanks in advance for supporting him.

Anyway, the eye study probably takes precedence, even if Palamedes is just going to lean on Viktor's shoulder and observe. The eyes are randomly spread, and if anything, he's noticed the biggest change is more popping up overnight rather than moving around. It's, hm, still surprisingly pleasant just to have Viktor almost-touch his monster eyeballs, so give them that much credit: nobody except Viktor likes them, but they still somehow find a way to contribute to something relaxing.

Eyeball petting. Almost. It's fine.]

Hmm, that's one word for it. She's very unabashedly herself. [which sometimes leads to dramatic reveals in the form of a joke, but such is life.] When I met her, she was pretending to keep a vow of silence. Can you imagine? From the person who thinks 'globular ass' is an attractive phrase.

[It's on the chalkboard and it's all her fault, as fondly as possible.]

That... would genuinely impress me. [he cannot think of how to make that happen off the top of his head and he's pretty sure palamedes is just the sort of grey-obsessed genius to make it happen. maybe it will take actual magic, which is definitely a good use for it.

one of the things about the eyes viktor finds odd is he wouldn't say they feel like some malignant growth, despite being actual whole ass eyeballs growing at an alarming rate. there's something about them that's distinctly palamedes, which he wonders if that is why he finds them more fascinating than he ever did alarming. moments like this just help cement that somehow.

hm. well even after making a full count he still just idly explores. does almost eyeball petting count as pda.]

Yes, precisely. That is excellent. [he's pleased by that description, 'unabashedly herself.' an excellent trait.

but yeah the vow of silence thing makes him snort in disbelief, sorry gideon...] I cannot imagine the running internal commentary she must have had going- [everything stops though so he can make a face about globular ass.'] Oh no. I was wondering why that was on your eh- your ass related descriptors list.

[Oh, if it's to impress Viktor, now he really must. He'll make a mental note of this, how do you make a lightshow that is also kind of drab and shitty? Life's greatest mysteries. He'll work on it, after he works on the rest of the stuff he needs to work on, good god.

This whole picture probably counts as PDA, given Palamedes has essentially melted onto Viktor's shoulder and Viktor is tenderly touching his arm, eyeballs included, so yes: congratulations, it's PDA. They could be much worse than this, which is a credit to them, frankly.

Ah, and Gideon earns another point in Palamedes' endless list of Gideon points, because it is thanks to her that Viktor has now said the words 'ass related descriptors' out loud and in public. He snorts and then hums, like, what? That list? Golly.]

Don't tell me you thought that was one of my originals. Such little faith in my skill as a writer! She also contributed 'rotund,' which I think is a little on the nose. If that's what we're working with, I should just use 'ass-shaped.'

[yeah, it is pretty difficult to make gentle arm caresses not pda as hell, even if multiple eyeballs are involved. let viktor finish that tequila and it might get worse anyway.]

I assumed you were either exhausting your options or being- what is it, tongue in cheek? [he hoped the sixth wasn't so bad that he thought that was hot. thot corp would be in real trouble that way, the hottest of the hot or not.]

Rotund is at least a little better, though still... eh, questionable. I did not realize that this was the writing process, or how important descriptions of this particular aspect of the characters mattered. Truly a fascinating craft. [a little dry but like. he is kind of fascinated by the process so maybe not super dry.]

I like to call it 'consulting my good friend Gideon,' so— maybe a little tongue in cheek. Ninety percent of that board won't make it into any kind of a final draft. [So it's a bonding activity!! Gideon had fun, which is what matters. And it's funny.

That said, no, rotund is not better, please.]

Viktor, it's a romance novel. [There are asses in it, this tone says. There will indeed be ass words.] Of course, the process isn't always writing on napkins at the bar; only the best parts. You're welcome to add some words to the board, if you like.

[please. the bit.]

That is a shame, globular was growing on me. [alas, gideon's genius will not be recognized in her time.] I never knew writing could be such a social activity.

[that is genuine, he finds it nice pal keeps finding ways to involve people with it, including through ass descriptions.

but apparently asses are very important in romance novels, which is news to viktor but kind of tracks. he can see the bit waving encouragingly at him and he sighs, already resigned to its pull.] I can add the formula one would need to calculate how 'globular' said ass is. Make it a metaphor.

Do you want me to call you globular? [How he manages to say this completely casually is a mystery, because it's perhaps the dumbest thing he's ever said out loud in his life. Without missing a beat, he goes on,] I think it's more fun when somebody else helps, at least with the ideas.

[Considering his last great writing piece was scratched miserably onto wallpaper in The Ghost Room, of course he's all about the collabs. And they genuinely are more funny, which helps - he's not going to swing into ghost room talk and bring this whole mood down, but maybe later when they're properly alone, he can explain that particular tidbit.

In any case, if he wasn't already so incredibly head over heels for Viktor, this would do it. Globular ass formula would, in fact, do the trick. He laughs, short and a little rough because if he doesn't stop himself he will just keep laughing, and squeezes his arm more snugly around Viktor's waist. Sir!!!

The ass formula!!]

You've doomed it now! [pffFFFF—] I can't not include formulaic proofs of attraction. 'Globular' is, irrevocably, in.

[Hmm- nope, he's still laughing in little bursts. Good god. Ass formula. It's past even 'Dr. Sex' level.]

[his answer to the idea of being called globular is to reach over and put a hand over pal's mouth. sh, no, never, spare him. they are both too stickbug to ever hope to be globular anyway.

since he's already in the area though pal's head gets tilted for a kiss, which again really isn't giving the right message here, rewarding this behavior. he tastes like tequila and the faintest, blink and you miss it sweetness that will eventually obviously be nectar. not quite there yet, though.] It is a surprisingly entertaining activity.

[but now he needs to just blink at pal's laughter- he doesn't typically make people laugh like this and oh, it's nice. maybe more so that it's pal, and it's making viktor smile in turn, leaning in to say,] Well, purely from a numbers standpoint I'm sure we can calculate the most desirable spherical volume that represent this 'globular' ideal Gideon has brought forth.

[this is so stupid he's starting to grin in earnest.] Hm, put something in your book about a character's laugh being charming though. [wow where did he get that thought from, as he watches pal laugh.]

[He'll think of fun words for "mostly angles," just wait. He'll have to do that one on his own, because asking Gideon to help him come up with cool words for his stickbug boyfriend is just asking to be made fun of for years? A solo activity. The hand on his mouth is already too funny to be discouraging, and the kiss even less so. He easily leans into that, finding Viktor's hand and tangling their fingers together instead.

Now this is full PDA, good job guys. He still has the errant chuckles, particularly at 'globular ideal.' Good god.]

Spherical— I'll ask Shoyo for the dimensions of one of his volleyballs, in that case. [two of them!!] And the character with the charming laugh will have to be someone with a lower- [god. he can't not laugh as he says it,] -globular quotient.

[Stickbugs. Viktor's suggestions are very subtle.]

[sorry teenagers and guests, this was bound to happen eventually. it could be way worse, like if you're close enough to hear them talking about all things globular.

ok, he's finally given in to a laugh he has to choke back, swallowing down because the bit just gets worse and worse the longer it goes on. globular quotient. he hates that he's actually thinking of if the volume formula for a sphere would fulfill their purpose well enough.]

I take it back, I refuse to share this formula because then someone is going to use it unironically and my heart cannot take it. That is something I cannot be a part of putting into the world.

[or finding out pal's globular volume.] Your sense of humor is abysmal, by the way. [said with too much fondness to be true. also he just laughed so.]

[If Palamedes doesn't see this globular ass formula he's going to be disappointed, please do this for him, thanks. He scoffs in protest - laugh, sir, it's very funny! - and thinks about the unironic uses of the ass formula.

No, they're still funny.]

We'll publish anonymously. No one will know it was your creation. You never know, it could be— inspirational. Have you seen what romance novels are actually like? A sidebar to learn about mass and volume would be a breath of fresh air.

[his sense of humor is the gold standard, he knows because Viktor laughed, thanks for the support!!]

In my defense, the globular ass formula is all your doing.

[maybe with enough tequila he'll write the formula on the board of his own accord. otherwise pal has the ace up his sleeve of being pal, which gives him all sorts of unfair advantages in these matters. one day the formula will be freed.

speaking of tequila he does lift his mug again, leaning against pal as he takes a sip. a stalling tactic because he can't deny he did further the bit readily, he dug his own grave here.]

Trying to coax me with furthering education, very clever. At the very least we'll have distracted the reader from how ridiculous the word globular is by making everything around it even more absurd.

[a globular renaissance. he sighs.] It was. That is my burden to bear now.

[The formula to end all formulas... move over, advanced quantum mechanics, this is the end. Palamedes turns just so, to wrap both arms around him as he leans in, now definitely trying to coax him with affection. No. Well, a little.]

They'll debate the underlying meanings for centuries to come. Let's throw in a few false starts, to really stoke the fires.

[What is this book about. He's completely lost the thread, and it's his own stupid idea at its core. Oh well. He chuckles, cutting it off with a kiss pressed to Viktor's temple.]

Somehow, you'll recover.

[viktor vaguely remembers the whole 'keep the pda low' thing, which seemed like such an obtainable goal earlier. maybe it's dark enough now he doesn't feel they're on display, maybe he just does not care because as it turns out life is either weird or short, sometimes both. which is really just a way to say he gets comfortable, lifting their joined hands to idly examine the eyes again.]

It's 4/3 times pi times the radius of the ah, the globe cubed, that would be the starting basis of the formula. It would not be remotely exact for a variety of reasons but a somewhat reasonable estimate. [wow, he was swayed. like he ever needs a reason to talk nerd stuff, absurd or not.]

Oh I am not sure, the mental scars will no doubt run deep. [he glances to pal, lips quirked as he says,] You threw a good party. Who knew they were possible.

[It's plenty dark, anyone not engaging in PDA can engage in throwing more cherry bombs, therefore no one will bother them over here. QED. Now then: the formula! It should be impossible to find something this funny, and yet? And yet.]

The obscenity I could create with just that much is profound. Whole chapters about the radius and the quest for exactness. Camilla is going to storm out of the sea purely to tell me to stop.

[He shan't stop. The Sixth's legacy across worlds will be weird math porn. Speaking of mental scars, except that this is a great idea, actually. Criminal, that he says this bit about obscenity on the heels of throwing a good party. It was Palamedes who was the bad party guest all along.]

It must be thanks to my manifest charisma. Stick with me; you'll feel better.

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more like globular renASSance

you couldn't help yourself....

deep down you knew it was coming