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

Comments

[peripheries]

"I wouldn't talk to you either!" Kaworu adds from his place on the ground, slowly making his way towards Midoriya and Paul, followed by a yawn as he stretches his arms over his head. He's not built for the athletics that Midoriya and Paul are into. He can toss a weightless person around but there's only so much of it that he can take.

He checks to make sure they're okay and not dropped like an egg, smiling softly at Midoriya's transformation and Paul's tousled hair, before heading over to a blanket pile and diving into it like some sort of tunneling rodent. His head pops up from a thicker blanket as he gazes expectantly at them.

"There's other things to do than play games."

[wannasmash]

Instead of tossing him again to his throwing partner, he lets Paul down feet first with an easy, practiced movement and dispels his Quirk. The last thing a hero does is drop the person they're carrying, and he tells them so before fetching snacks.


Midoriya is tucked against Paul, one scarred, striated arm around his waist. Kaworu sits on Paul's lap with his legs spread over them both, as on a throne.

"...So, I'm still trying to figure it out. Usually parts of my skin are like wood. But sometimes it returns to how soft it was before, like now. I was thinking it might be due to you two, but it's not consistent."

He has to remember not to bump the other two with his curled horns, and sometimes he forgets one foot is a hoof, the other very rootlike. He's not too bothered about this change to his body, except he's missed so many Hunter shifts by now. He reaches into a bag of orange snack squares bearing a legally distinct resemblance to Cheez-Its. He's been tossing them into Kaworu's mouth. Hungrier than usual all this month, the pile of food he's brought over rivals the amount of blankets they have commandeered.

[terriblepurpose]

The buzz in Paul's blood is a natural one, a pleasant blend of endorphin, serotonin, and oxytocin percolating as he's pressed like a flower between the weights of his friends. He has his own arm loosely draped around Kaworu, his chin set on his shoulder as he leans into Midoriya's sturdy self.

"Do you hear that, Kaworu?" Paul says, with a playful nudge of his elbow into Midoriya's side. "Midoriya-kun, you should be careful about telling us your weaknesses like that. This one here is shameless."

Paul blows a cool stream of air across Kaworu's neck just as the slighter boy leans back to catch the cheesy snack, speaking of shamelessness. He's getting more comfortable with all of this, which means a return to the kind of playful teasing that he hopes they've both grown to at least tolerate from him. That's inclusive of snack-interruption - maybe he'll steal it, if Kaworu misses.

[peripheries]

"It's not really a weak-" His interruption about vulnerability not always being a weakness is interrupted by the blow of cool air on his neck, ruffling the fine hairs there so they tickle unpleasantly.

He squawks and jerks forward, away from the sensation, and then back towards the offender, sliding downwards so he can firmly smack his shoulder into Paul's and press him backwards to ensure he does not steal any of Kaworu's precious snacks.

The not!Cheeze-it bounces off of both of their shoulders onto the ground.

RIP.

F

[wannasmash]

A little noise escapes from somewhere beneath his ribs as they're prodded, parting his lips in surprise. His arm around Paul tightens automatically, which prevents Paul from leaning too far back. It also means he takes the full brunt of Kaworu's bony shoulder. Midoriya sighs mildly, patiently, at this waste of food, and he switches to holding out another cheese square to Kaworu instead of throwing it. (The bag is within reach, Kaworu is more than capable of fetching his own, but it's the affection that counts.)

"He's joking, but I'm not worried," he smiles in amusement, though his voice comes out softer than he meant it to. Idly his eyes trace the new shape of Kaworu's ears.

What would be pink is muted under the green of Midoriya's skin, but it's still there, a flush the color of earth across his freckles. He's accepted its coming and going at the whims of two others. Accepting this vulnerability means he's less likely to freeze up or lose the ability to form coherent sentences every few minutes. He'll call that a win.

[terriblepurpose]

The ripple of Paul's laughter presses against both of the boys he's nestled against, and as the laughter transmutes to the ease of leaning back into Midoriya's bracing arm under Kaworu's horrendous (gentle) attack.

"You should be," Paul cautions, leaning into Midoriya as he watches the faun-boy offer another cheese square to their angel, "You haven't seen how he is when he doesn't want to wake up. Ruthless. Unappeasable. Discontent."

This may qualify as a type of slander. Kaworu may occasionally be unhappy about waking up, but he is never that difficult. Paul tilts his head to rest on Midoriya's shoulder, laden down with the burden of knowledge that comes with cataloging Kaworu's many potential impulses. (That a significant amount of them end up matching Paul's own is, of course, not the point.)

[peripheries]

Kaworu takes the cracker and pops it into his mouth, keeping the pressure on Paul as much as possible just to be a complete brat. Then he relents, because his legs are getting tired and he collapses into their laps.

"I am not. You're making things up." He elbows Paul in the ribs. "You should see him when he gets fixated on something. He doesn't sleep, or shower, he stinks."

[terriblepurpose]

"Oof," Paul says, for effect, at both forms of ribbing. "You said you liked how I smelled. I'm hurt."

He can't possibly be that bad, he's sure. He's nearly sure. He's going to take an extra thorough shower when they get home, and strip the sheets.

"What about Midoriya-kun when he trains? I've never heard you complain about him. It's not fair. I demand reparations." He hums, thoughtfully, turning over his options. "A cheese cracker should do the trick."

[wannasmash]

It's a luxury to be comfortable enough with someone to tease them in a harmless way, like a kitten batting another with sheathed claws. Midoriya never had that as a child, but he's learned it since.

"I don't wake up Kaworu-kun unless there's something he'd want more than sleeping, and I shower." See, Paul, simple solution, is the tone and smile not spelled out in words. "If you don't take care of yourself, we can't spend time sharing notes." A nerd knows how to threaten a nerd. He does not say he knows what sleeplessness looks like.

He turns his head towards the other two so Paul won't run afoul of the horns curling over the sides of his head. With most of his face buried in his hair, he presses a small kiss to his head. He does not give Paul a coveted, highly precious cheese cracker. He runs his fingers through Kaworu's hair near his horns instead, a subconscious reminder for him to be careful when roughhousing.

[peripheries]

"That's right, Izuku operates with strategy and thought. You-" He pushes against Paul again, with less force this time as he (somewhat) minds Midoriya's attempt to ensure that no one gets injured. "You operate by trying to tease and bother and now it's backfired on you."

He's joking, mostly, though Paul has, once or twice, decided to hug him after training to share in the sweat soaked pride of a successful session much to Kaworu's chagrin. However, denying Paul a cheese cracker is a bit too cruel. So he takes one and offers it up. "Here. Since you do smell nice most of the time."

cw: referenced underage drug use

[terriblepurpose]

There's a part of him that settles every time it's like this between them, sand drifting to rest on the bed of a no-longer storm tossed sea. Paul half-closes his eyes when Midoriya kisses his brow, smile warmly adrift, and his fingers linger against Kaworu's when he reaches for the offered cracker.

He savors it as salt melts in his mouth, hugging Kaworu around his waist and relaxing into Midoriya with a teenage disregard for the fall of his limbs. They're out in open air, away from the house, and yet he's at ease here in a way he's never been under that roof without chemical assistance.

"Thank you," he says, gently teasing (and not teasing), "For tolerating my early hours, self-neglect, and other aggravating habits."

[wannasmash]

Midoriya sighs contentedly at the shifting and settling of the other two even as his face's flush deepens considerably at Kaworu's unadorned use of his name. He will allow Kaworu to dole out or deny Paul however many cheese crackers he pleases. Midoriya, meanwhile, puts away three at once with gusto. He really hopes this hunger will only last the month. It's getting expensive.

In practice, Midoriya's sleep varies, but if left to his own devices, he tends to follow the schedule he had for school. One day, he wonders if Kaworu is going to agree to an early morning activity with him and Paul, and then regret it when he has to wake before the sun rises and unleash angelic smiting on them both.

"Don't get the wrong idea, I don't want to tolerate your self-neglect," he tells Paul while fully forgetting his own hypocrisy. "Nagisa--I mean, Kaworu-kun, you have to help me when I'm not there. Make him sleep–Actually sleep, not just kissing."

He splays his fingers and strokes his thumb against Paul's side. It's not a foreign concept, that someone can look at or touch Midoriya and set his breath and blood in motion, but he's still getting used to the idea that the reverse can be true, if he does it right amidst his blundering. He runs his knuckles across Kaworu's pointed ear, cheekbone, and down to where his sharp jaw meets his neck. He does this very softly because, as ever with anything new in life, Midoriya is shy and polite--until he's not.