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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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[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?']

[Checking in about how many maimed fingers are at this party right now - currently none, good job everybody - is obviously the most important thing they could be doing, next to wondering about beanbag horseshoes. Palamedes is about one part interested in Party Status, two parts interested in counting all the eyeballs on his hands and forearms, and one extra part interested in just loitering around with Viktor.

Currently, he is recounting the eyes, having lost count when several decided to open and/or close and change the whole arrangement from what he remembered. Inconsiderate. He blinks (oh boy, does he blink), and turns to look. —Ah, yes. Hmm.]

Oh, in that case, I was never here, [he says, not very seriously. Shoyo seems to enjoy running around shouting for him, that's all.] He wants to put me in a sports jersey; I don't know if I'll recover.

[Of course, Viktor is not going to be any help with avoiding this thing, he knows because of the face Viktor makes every time the children's sports team comes up, so he lifts an eyeball'd arm to wave. Shoyo... over here... hello...]

[ two arms (not both, that's two of his two right arms) wave enthusiastically at the couple's general direction when he has at last found him, flagging himself down, and— here comes the sun?? what shoyo has in his other main arm is a wrapped package tied with string. ]

Pal!! It's here!

[ upper left is pointing at it!! and once they're all close enough to greet each other more closely, shoyo starts first, regarding the new face with a bright grin and enough energy in his offered shaking hand to power a flashlight. his other right just awkwardly hangs there. ]

Hiya! I'm Shoyo! I'm the volleyball coach, from the orphanage!

Edited 2022-05-11 18:09 (UTC)

[pal knows him so well, the minute 'sports jersey' comes up viktor perks up as well.] Well you cannot ignore that. It is important the children know you support their cause.

[he offers pal a plaintive, innocent look and even manages to hold it without giving in to something like a smirk. incredible power on his part.

either way here is shoyo, and viktor takes that offered hand in a shake. he wasn't really sure what he was expecting from the children's sports coach with a chicken but honestly? this seems to track. this is a man who would coach a children's sport team and own a chicken.]

Viktor, it's good to finally meet you. Pal tells me you have a jersey for him? [what an incredible day this, truly.]

[Viktor!! Palamedes gives him a Look right back, like please, he can support their cause without wearing bright yellow? That's very doable. But Shoyo is already here, and he will at least take a moment to appreciate more friends getting to meet Viktor. That's the stuff.

Anyway, his gaze lingers on the package that is his doom. It's here, indeed...]

I still think that maybe a button to stick on my existing shirts would have done the trick, [he says, but gestures for Shoyo to show him the prized goods, anyway. Yes yes, let's seal his fate.] But okay; I'm ready.

[ 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! ]

[viktor resists the urge to chuckle, gives pal a similar look at shoyo's point of you are trapped, accept it. it's good for him probably.

apparently this is a proper surprise so ok, viktor closes his eyes. the bit is absolutely worth it, this is already beyond what he could have imagined. he even gets a pal climbing a tree story? pal's been holding out on him??

the smile is very much in his tone.] Did he? He never told me that story, I would very much like to hear it. Very dashing, Palamedes.

[Now, some people, namely Palamedes, don't deserve to be teased for their heroics while standing here with their many, many eyes closed, waiting to be surprised by the thing he already knows is coming. It doesn't stop him from tilting his head at Viktor - or the sound of his voice, technically - with an exaggerated frown, for teasing him. While their eyes are closed.

Please, both of you... it was one tree...]

I'd seen trees. [Here, in Trench. And some shitty ones, on the First. The point is, shush.] I want it on the record that I did know what a tree is already, at the time. Shoyo can tell it; he likely remembers it with more oomph, anyway.

[a ringing endorsement tbh]

[ why, pal, you shouldn’t have. the crackling of a package coming undone and unfolded is the one thing that sings the loudest first; following afterward, was shōyō’s palpable enthusiasm even with one’s eyes (very many eyes) are kept shut. ]

Awesome— [ the story or the jersey? anyway— his voice goes low and takes an attempt at dramatics. ] So, I was stuck in a bear trap by the foot, all the way up there, just gotten my ass beat with a baseball bat . . .

[ gentle fphwp fphws, clearly he’s gesturing, and the fabric he’s holding waves in suit. ]

And this guy finds me hanging around, and, you know? I wanted to deck ‘em ‘cause I thought he was coming for round two of Pinhata-Me, like even my omen was holding a letter opener to him, [ still colorful in describing it, you can practically hear shōyō smile, that little crack the gums and lips make when they spread too dry. he’s in front of pal, bunching up fabric to the collar, but half facing viktor when he says, in a very palamedesque way, ] “Don't waste that letter opener on me!” Ahh, man . . .

[ slipping pal’s head through this hole is a bit of a chore when you’re shōyō’s height; on his toes and gently pulling said head down for him to push through and put his gangly arms in—! ]

Cut me down, tested my brain with math, [ pointedly said, as if to say, pal had picked the worst subject to test him with, ] walked me to an infirmary and I cried like a baby. He got me a cup with a little sticker on it when I was still getting cast up— Remember that, Pal? The little blood drop guy?

[ shōyō pats the sides of his arms, affably and simply part of jock culture. ]

I still have it. Dude saved my life.

Edited 2022-05-14 02:45 (UTC)

[oh well viktor has about a million questions about how someone ends up bear trapped in a tree and also a baseball bat was involved? these are questions he'll probably pester pal with later and for the moment chalk up to 'trench typical bullshit,' on the especially violent and odd side because dear god.

he's still got a faint frown about that until the palamedes impression, which makes him chuckle despite himself at how easy it is to picture. said expression further softens as the story concludes, his lips quirked fondly.]

Hm, I take back my sarcasm from before, that actually does sound dashing of you, Palamedes. That and wholly unsurprising, up to the cup with the sticker. Did he sign your cast too?

[maybe this very impressive story will make up for the ridiculous jersey moments from reveal. shoyo giveth and shoyo taketh away.]

[Oh no, Palamedes thinks, for two reasons: First, oh my god, Shoyo is putting this shirt on him live and in person, and he cannot possibly resist this in any physical capacity even if Shoyo didn't have four arms. It is all he can do to just accept his fate with the occasional muttered "ow," letting Shoyo drag this jersey over his head with resignation. Please mind his glasses.

Second, Oh No, he's making the tree climbing incident sound so heroic— mortifying, if still touching in how much Shoyo considers it a fond memory? Of being hung in a tree and going to a hospital?

Friends... ah.]

You know I'll write on anything if given the chance, [he says, once again blindly giving the spot where Viktor is a nod for emphasis, as he tries not to think about what he looks like currently.

And, hm,] Did you really keep it, Shoyo? I could— I mean, there are other stickers. Many of them without the traumatic association, too.

[but wah... touching....]

[ it may have gotten caught once or twice in the fabric, tilting in an odd and uncomfortable way, but shoyo is very quick to pull the specks off when they look in danger. fear not! the frames are placed right back on the bridge of his nose and edges of his ears, pushing them forth enough to not run the risk of falling off his face.

now just let him pull down all that bunched-up fabric! ]

I didn't associate it with trauma! Whenever I see it, it's like— "Pal!"

[ all his high energy positivity aside, shoyo really did have a single association to that sticker— that palamedes was a dude he could count on. he does, on the other hand, look at the woods, baseball bats and dylan o'brian very, very differently. adding the finishing touches and making sure the shirt drops in a natural way (just fixing that here and there), shoyo finally stands back and marvels at the flaming words: HOT WINGS, and on his back reads, in bright yellow: PAL. ]

It's done. Get ready to look awesome.

[ FEAST YOUR EYES, BRETHREN VIKTOR ]

[firstly 'please mind his glasses,' like pal doesn't mangle those on the daily. secondly viktor just listens in vague amusement, resisting the urge to peek out of respect for the great service shoyo is doing for them here.

their dynamic is sweet, and viktor's lips quirk as they speak. but yes, finally, the moment of truth. viktor takes this as a cue he can open his eyes and-

it is somehow better than he could have ever dreamed.

it takes a considerable amount of effort not to laugh, his face giving away the struggle, eyes bright with it as he manages to just survey the result, even moving to get a look at the back. it even has pal's name, bless shoyo. he needs a moment to covers his mouth with a hand and just, ok, he can do this.]

It is perfect. It even has your name on the back, Palamedes. [and he looks to shoyo.] Thank you, Shoyo. [you've made his entire night.]

[His glasses should still be minded, even if he doesn't mind them himself, so there. He does still think maybe he could get Shoyo other stickers, but alright, if he insists - 'it's like, Pal!' is endearing, in its way.

He looks down at the shirt at last, arms held out at his sides only a trifle awkwardly, like he doesn't know how to wear short sleeves? He doesn't, in fairness, especially not brightly colored and over all his other clothes. Ah...

That sure does say hot wings. Good god.]

It does? [is it spelled correctly-- nah he can guess it says PAL even without having to see it. That's a nice gesture? He doesn't know anything about jerseys, the name on the back is honestly a surprise.

That said... hmm.] Shoyo, do the children know that's my name?

[or is it like wearing FRIEND around? they're kids!! and to Viktor, who is trying so hard, bless him,] You're demonstrating admirable restraint; thank you. This is for both of your sakes, you know.

[ oh, god. he is beauty. he is . . . grace?? shoyo's grin is playful and satisfied, showing off a thumbs up for viktor (and a fist bump! bump him) and continuous, ecstatic nods to confirm that, yes, at least the children knew that pal's name was pal, aka, he was named "friend" and they completely lost it at such a cool ass name. ]

And for the kids. [ don't forget you're also doing this for the kids! ] I just didn't put the full name 'cause I don't know how to spell it. Or say it.

[ to this day, it always comes out as palamedebuh, or palameditation, and that's clearly not half as endearing as being a pal. from the interior of shoyo's short pockets, he pulls out a little ovoid device everyone has grown to know and love. shoyo holds it up with a small wave, insinuating that he wants all three of them together. ]

Selfie?

[it takes viktor a moment to understand why a fist is being made at him- okay yes, he's vaguely aware of fistbumps as a concept. he offers a bony, nerd fistbump back, his very first! he's a man of culture now.

with that done it's time to focus on pal's everything because really, what a delight. the kids probably think he's just actually named pal and this just keeps getting better.] It's on the shirt now, you'll just have to accept this. [he does offer a hand on pal's arm in these trying times.

selfie is another concept he's only vaguely familiar with, though he can guess at what shoyo is asking based on the situation. immortalizing this moment does sound like it's important for the world as a whole, so he offers pal an amused and maybe vaguely apologetic look for his suffering before tugging lightly at his arm to direct him closer so they can do said selfie.]

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

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

Alright, alright. I'm here.

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

[ all you tall people . . . you lamp posts! ah, and pal is a baguette, let us not forget that joke. as you can see, he can't quite get the angle right unless the nerds bend their knees in some shape or form, together with shoyo on his toes—! he scoots over to pal's empty side, and is sure to keep two of his arms are behind them and points downward, in an effort to show off pal's impressing hot wings. one, two! ]

Baguettes!

[ and there they had it! shoyo takes perhaps too many shots of the same frame, but it's just a precaution! bringing himself back at ease, he shows of the shot to the both of them with the purest of smiles. ]

I'll send you two a copy! [ how can someone??? take the sun's job like this?? ] Thanks for putting this all together, both of you!

[the pure and intense amusement of the situation does mean viktor manages a crooked smile for the picture, unlike this sunshine man that viktor is increasingly believing was probably made to coach children. he can also see more easily how pal got roped into this, between his own busybody nature and shoyo's relentless enthusiasm.

it's sweet. he regards the picture with an amused huff. can they print pictures here? who knows, if so maybe it can go on the fridge to every day pal needs to confront hot wings.]

Please do- and no, this was all Palamedes. I think he's been quite successful though, who knew he had a future as a party planner.

[Baguettes... inward sigh. Palamedes manages a smile for this selfie that is only somewhat strained, which is honestly his default face for sports, so it's a grand success. He looks at the result and wonders if they're going to wind up taking Another Selfie when none of them have weird monster parts, decides of course, he's foolish to even wonder, and huffs. Noooo, don't make him a party planner--]

It wasn't all me. [This with a Look and a nudge for Viktor, who literally made ninety percent of these fireworks? Sir?] I hardly provided anything besides the venue.

[And the blankets. And the games. And the organizational effort. Hmm. Actually, don't perceive him.]

Regardless; I'm glad you're having a good time.

[ sure, right? sure. if anything, shoyo will still consider this all a wonderful joint effort, gently tucking in the possibility of one day gifting these two another unique event that had to do with sportsballs, and pal being begrudgingly tired. ]

I am! Hey, I'm gonna go grab something to eat, I'm starving— [ as all warmbloods will feel, during may! shoyo was already hungry all the time due to his revoltingly fast metabolism, and now? trench has created a monster, with a literal blackhole for a stomach. ] We should play Crossbones later! What do you say, Viktor?

[ viktor? you are the decision-maker in this household. shoyo knows this. ]

And the games, and the blankets, and gathering the musical talent- need I go on? [viktor says as he ticks off the list.

his point made he now has time to blink at being asked to play a game, that's... new?] Oh eh... yes, why not?

[he gives pal a look like which one was crossbones again? guess we're playing it though. he doesn't hate the idea which is probably because this odd sports man is sunshine and infectious like that.]

[Okay okay!! He planned a dope party out of the kindness of his gooey little heart! Let him rest, please. He makes a face like he's trying very hard not to smile, because it's true. Stooop.]

You needn't! Anyway, you can be the first challenger; Crossbones is the one with the sticks.

[They are Going to Lose. It'll be fun. Also why is Viktor the decision-maker, hey...]

Four arms is an unfair advantage, Shoyo. Spare us and just use two?

[ shōyō closes his eyes and puts two (two) right arms on pal to safely reassure him, and to reinforce viktor’s truth spilling. slay, my man! slay. ]

I’d never cheat, Mister Party Planner.

[ said with the sincerest of meanings. now, come forth! shōyō is the first to happily jounce ahead to grab a spot for three at crossbones— as if they weren’t actually the only ones to play?

he’s an eager beaver. ]

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