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recolle2017-03-24 08:00 pm
darkinferno) wrote in recolle2017-03-24 08:00 pm
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[openish mingle] we’re too cool to be alone
Who: Any and all between the ages of 16 and 23
What: Sweet party in a warehouse.
When: Late night, March 24th
Where: An abandoned warehouse complex just outside of Enprise, backing up against Recolle Woods
Warnings: Questionable decisions including underage drinking; the hosts’ shitlord attitudes.
I. It’s Friday night and the stars are out. You’ve been invited to a somewhat-secret network party on the outskirts of town, led to your destination by a map and directions that are as helpful as they are vague (“turn onto Woodstead Rd., in 0.4 miles there’ll be a grove on the right hand side for parking. Park out of sight of the street if you can, then follow the lights through the trees to the gate…”). But the grove is there, and there are lights twinkling in the trees that suggest a path to an old abandoned warehouse complex. Maybe you’ve driven past it before. You probably didn’t think there was anything worth seeing in here… but the chain link fence has been cut open at one corner, rolled back and tied open with zipties to create an entrance to the back of the complex.
Still, for as thorough as the directions are, written by someone who knows that their readers have never been out here before, there’s always room for error! Are you looking for this hidden grove? Failing to follow the path (Mother said don’t delay, follow the path and never stray)? Or maybe you’re just loitering around this makeshift gate, not sure whether or not you’re really ready to go in. After all, in spite of the stars and the moon and your flashlight (hopefully you thought to bring one when you saw where it was), this is a lot different than a simple house party...
II. It’s not too hard to find the warehouse where the party’s taking place beyond the makeshift gate; there’s a faint glow of light and the sounds of voices and music, enough to lead you to what must be the Retrospec U. party. Plenty of people are mingling both inside and outside the warehouse, and as you go inside you’ll find a clean, two-level warehouse softly lit by faerie lights that have been strung along the rafters, the railings, anywhere more light might have been needed. On one side of the warehouse seems to be an impromptu bar built from wooden pallets and scrap lumber. There’s plenty of alcohol to go around (as well as bottles of soda and water donated by some kind soul!), sleeves of red solo cups, paper towels, and a hodge-podge of bagged snack foods left for the taking as well. One paper bag jiggles and bounces suspiciously on the “counter”, awaiting the hour when somebody’s drunk enough to consider making drinks with its happy citrus contents.
The party seems to be in full swing, with a number of people dancing on a makeshift dance floor as Arlene’s carefully-selected playlist of dance and pop music blares from a setup of battery-powered speakers and iPod. Near the dance floor a table is set up for beer pong or flip cup, and beyond that are a number of people just mingling, enjoying the atmosphere and getting to know one another.
Maybe it’s time to get some food or drink! Are you out on the dance floor or testing your luck with beer pong? Perhaps neither appeal to you and you’re just mingling, or trying to sub out the current music selections for your own (careful! Arlene might zap you if she catches you!)?
III. Upstairs, things are a little bit calmer, relatively speaking. The music isn’t quite as loud up here, and there are a couple more makeshift tables and chairs made from old, emptied cable reels and milk crates, oil drums--all the trash you’d expect to find in a warehouse complex, hoarded away to create a reasonably accommodating choice of seating. Up here is where you’ll find people having more serious conversations, looking down at the students down below as the night wears on and people’s inhibitions are lowered. It’s the perfect spot for those who want to watch but not participate, or who might not feel as comfortable being in the middle of a crowd.
Of course, there are also a few groups upstairs playing games, too. Never Have I Ever is a popular one, while another group seems to be starting up games of euchre or poker, and that group sitting in a circle by the railings--oh, no. Are they playing Truth or Dare? They are. Would you like to join in? Or are you waiting for someone else to talk with?
WATCH DUTY / ROOFTOP There are a few problems with running parties like these, parties where you can’t personally vouch for everybody involved and which involve a little bit of rule-breaking, such as trespassing on what’s technically (probably) private property, even if it has been abandoned for years. Not to mention the drinking. Neither Dante nor Arlene care if people underage choose to partake, for obvious reasons, but they both know that the police department will if for some reason they get called out to the warehouse.
So there’s been a watch duty set up, two people every hour to hang out on the roof and keep a lookout for anything out of the ordinary which might lead to a quick evacuation of the party (after all, there’s no way to know if anybody squealed, right?). Of course, getting up to the roof isn’t too tough as long as you aren’t afraid of ladders, so there are more than just the lookouts up top. After all, up here you get the cool night air and the view of the night sky and the city in the distance.
What’s brought you out here tonight? Are you one of the lucky souls on lookout duty, pulled aside and quietly talked to by either Arlene or Dante, or are you up here looking for a more private place to talk with somebody…?
[*note: as of now, there are no plans for anything to happen during the party. Lookout duty will be nice and slow, just the way you want it to be in a case like this!]
[[ooc: Here we go, the big R.U. college party! Treat this as a mingle log and tag in and out wherever you’d like. There will be top-levels below for Never Have I Ever and Truth or Dare, but otherwise RUN WILD AND HAVE FUN :)
And please note that your OOC hosts do not necessarily condone underaged drinking. Be safe, friends!]]
What: Sweet party in a warehouse.
When: Late night, March 24th
Where: An abandoned warehouse complex just outside of Enprise, backing up against Recolle Woods
Warnings: Questionable decisions including underage drinking; the hosts’ shitlord attitudes.
Still, for as thorough as the directions are, written by someone who knows that their readers have never been out here before, there’s always room for error! Are you looking for this hidden grove? Failing to follow the path (Mother said don’t delay, follow the path and never stray)? Or maybe you’re just loitering around this makeshift gate, not sure whether or not you’re really ready to go in. After all, in spite of the stars and the moon and your flashlight (hopefully you thought to bring one when you saw where it was), this is a lot different than a simple house party...
The party seems to be in full swing, with a number of people dancing on a makeshift dance floor as Arlene’s carefully-selected playlist of dance and pop music blares from a setup of battery-powered speakers and iPod. Near the dance floor a table is set up for beer pong or flip cup, and beyond that are a number of people just mingling, enjoying the atmosphere and getting to know one another.
Maybe it’s time to get some food or drink! Are you out on the dance floor or testing your luck with beer pong? Perhaps neither appeal to you and you’re just mingling, or trying to sub out the current music selections for your own (careful! Arlene might zap you if she catches you!)?
Of course, there are also a few groups upstairs playing games, too. Never Have I Ever is a popular one, while another group seems to be starting up games of euchre or poker, and that group sitting in a circle by the railings--oh, no. Are they playing Truth or Dare? They are. Would you like to join in? Or are you waiting for someone else to talk with?
So there’s been a watch duty set up, two people every hour to hang out on the roof and keep a lookout for anything out of the ordinary which might lead to a quick evacuation of the party (after all, there’s no way to know if anybody squealed, right?). Of course, getting up to the roof isn’t too tough as long as you aren’t afraid of ladders, so there are more than just the lookouts up top. After all, up here you get the cool night air and the view of the night sky and the city in the distance.
What’s brought you out here tonight? Are you one of the lucky souls on lookout duty, pulled aside and quietly talked to by either Arlene or Dante, or are you up here looking for a more private place to talk with somebody…?
[*note: as of now, there are no plans for anything to happen during the party. Lookout duty will be nice and slow, just the way you want it to be in a case like this!]
[[ooc: Here we go, the big R.U. college party! Treat this as a mingle log and tag in and out wherever you’d like. There will be top-levels below for Never Have I Ever and Truth or Dare, but otherwise RUN WILD AND HAVE FUN :)
And please note that your OOC hosts do not necessarily condone underaged drinking. Be safe, friends!]]
TRUTH OR DARE
Try to keep to one round per tag-in. For example, say Dante tags Arlene and dares her to do something. Once she does the dare, that round is over and if she wants to get him back, she can tag into his top-level. This will help keep things moving so that a whole group of people aren’t waiting on one tagback to continue playing! Go go go :D]]
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I'm sorry I know you're already drowning in tags but the rng has spoken
fffff it's fine
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's all good c:
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Let's avoid anything related to Vaan, if you don't mind!
np!
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Ariana
Mostly.]
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NEVER HAVE I EVER
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So he's gonna go with a pretty generic one that'll probably get most of them regardless.]
Never have I ever woken up with sudden and inexplicable changes like hair color, eye color, or abilities I shouldn't have had before.
[And he is sure as hell watching Arlene to make sure she takes a drink. That zap of electricity definitely counts!]
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Never have I ever injured myself to impress someone I liked.
[Oh, she was going to be such a liar one day for that one, but she didn't know it.]
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More to the point, she has to think of a good one.]
Alright. Never have I ever... Never have I ever fallen asleep in the cinema
[Why not.]
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Never have I ever... sent a sext to the wrong person.
[The one about blowjobs and Shakespeare doesn't count, since she wasn't sexting, just having an innocent chat about which language was most fun to talk dirty in. And the one about sex bruises? Well, the whole point of that was that the (intended) recipient would be lying about it, right?
... Seriously, screw Retrospec sometimes. But maybe somebody else got hit with the glitches worse than she did. That's what she's hoping.]
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Uh... never have I ever... been pulled over?
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II.
She wasn't about to let Dante call her bluff. As threatened/promised, when she arrives at the party a gauzy set of costume wings are strapped on over her shoulders, adorned with a colorful array of condom wrappers taped on. It looks ridiculous, and doesn't match the rest of her outfit (which features a daringly low neckline, the better to show off the freshly inked lightning tattoo on the left side of her chest) at all. The headband Dante provided completes the look and begs people to ask what the hell she's wearing. It won't last for long, though, before she sheds both wings and headgear and stashes them away for later. Quite frankly, she's going to need a lot of alcohol or a good reason to continue looking that dumb.
Speaking of alcohol, the dancing fruit at the bar was part of her contribution. Dare her to carve up one of those grinning lemons? Look, the mouth even makes a handy notch for sitting the slices on cups.
And speaking of dancing, she'll hit the floor more than once tonight. This is one of her hobbies of choice and she has the knack for it, still maintaining a level of coordination even when she's a few drinks in. Should she spot somebody she knows, or thinks she might want to know, she won't be shy about inviting them to join her... with varying degrees of politeness.
roof.
As far as she sees it, being one of the hosts exempts Arlene from watch duty. It's possible she's up here because Dante thought otherwise, but more likely she just drifted here on her own later in the evening to get a little fresh air. Bundled up in a warm coat against the cold, she leans casually on the railing. She holds her hand out in front of her, palm up and fingers curled slightly inward, and her eyes narrow as she concentrates. A spark flickers to life in the cup formed by her hand, then a few more, and they dance above her skin for a few moments before fizzling out.
roof
[Kashuu, who's spent most of the night enjoying the party and has probably bumped into her several times, is also up here taking a little break. Even someone as social as him needs some breathers now and then, and moreover, he doesn't 100% trust drunk people to be actual good lookouts...
Look, he's had enough run-ins with the law to want to ensure that this party doesn't get busted.]
You did a good job with this, by the way - the party. Looks like everyone's having a lot of fun, y'know?
[It's kind of necessary after all of the Everything Wild that's been going on since Retrospec appeared.]
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Chloe - OTA
Chloe was, for the most part, actually behaving herself at this little soiree. She was in a good mood, if mostly because she was forcing herself not to think about the ten thousand other things that had gotten on her mind than anything else. She had, however, given up alcohol for Lent. So, her good mood was piloted more by the general vibe of the affair than it was any chemical help.
She could be found fairly easily on the makeshift dancefloor and, between periods during the height of the party, resting against the wall and smiling with a glass of something that wasn't actually spiked in her hands. Tonight was a night for people watching, maybe a little meddling and match-making and definitely a night to pretend Retrospec didn't exist. Well, other than her cloak, but damnit she was growing fond of the thing.
III
When she needed to rest, Chloe was in the upper space, looking around quietly. Between the games and all that was going on, she felt a bit more wallflowery than usual, but still, it wouldn't be so bad to talk to someone. She debated again, not for the first time, having something stiffer to drink but thought better of it. It might end up with something she regretted right now. It had been a good choice, sobriety for the season.
Watch Duty -
And it was because of that sobriety that somebody got readily volunteered for watch duty. It wasn't really a preference, but she ended up there for at least an hour towards the start and towards the end of the whole affair. Her eyes were keeping focused and the light chill of the night air helped keep her awake. Since she was completely lucid, she'd be good at this, but it was a little lonely.
Why did it feel... natural though? She hadn't ever liked the dark that much, had she?
(OOC: Starting prose, but will tag to match your preference.)
Watch duty
"H-hello!" She waved rather weakly, giving Chloe a smile. "Hope I'm not intruding on anything important."
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Rin Matsuoka - OTA
[you're minding your own business, surely, trying to make your way to this mysterious party. the hidden grove is a bit dense here, the path narrow and uneven, the birds quiet in the trees. the wind itself is almost too still... and if this was a horror movie, the audience would be on its feet, crying look out behind you!]
[because a scary set of teeth, red eyes, and wild hair crashes out of the brush, right on your tail, with a raspy snap of]
Keh -- !
IIa.
[while Rin started out the night a little -- er, rough, things have been somewhat improving since he actually got into the warehouse. the whole vibe is really cool, and as with any college freshmen riddled with social anxiety, he beelines to the bar. Rin's not much of a drinker (his rigorous training schedule doesn't allow for it), but tonight is kind of special, being his first college party]
[and it doesn't take long, either, for Rin to start holding court over the beer pong table. given that he's been on a hot winning streak, he's not quite drunk enough to insist, but he does approach you;]
-- Yo, uh, want to be my partner?
[what a proposition!]
IIb.
[after participating in (probably too many) rounds of beer pong (with decreasing accuracy as the alcohol had increased), that rigid posture of Rin's has thawed somewhat. he's now lingering uncertainly on the edge of the dance floor, clearly buzzed, but looking a bit lost. he'd like to dance, used to love it when he was younger, but he's -- not sure how the hell you go about it, anymore. wasn't it too formal, to ask? how did you dance to this kind of music, anyway? he didn't want to look stupid, but -- it really looked fun.]
III.
[later in the night (earlier in the morning, really), Rin's retired upstairs to play games, chat with friends, and -- very drunkenly start doing push-ups. what the fuck?]
WILDCARD
[throw anything at me! is your character taking a pee outside? did you do a party foul? barf on Rin's shoes? is there some other Wild Party shenanigans going on?]
iii!
...Gotta say, this is the first time I've seen someone this dedicated to arm day. It's pretty impressive!
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Sorey/Surei | OTA
[III.]
[Feel free to wildcard something if you'd like!]
ii!
So over to the wall he goes, sipping on some water (even though he has an actual drink nearby) and looking up with mild interest at the sound of a familiar voice.]
Huh—? Did you really? ...I mean, I guess we could, but half the party's probably too drunk to get any good conversations going now. [Himself included, honestly. This stuff is too difficult to parse even on a clear-minded day...
BUT, MORE IMPORTANTLY.]
You don't dance?
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Ari Alessandro | OTA
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Though, when Ari wanders off to the roof Pen takes note and decides to follow. Not because she's particularly worried, but because she figures a little fresh air and quiet talk would do her some good. On top of a chance to talk to Ari and check up on her.
Up the stairs she goes after a bit, and she takes a seat beside Ari after setting out her coat as a blanket. Rolling her red Solo cup between her fingers, she nudges the other girl with her elbow.]
Don't tell me you're falling asleep now, Ari. C'mon.
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rooftop bc of course
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Freya - ota
[It's been a while since Freya's been to something like this; being on-call a lot of the time means a lot of sobriety. She didn't arrive without her own contribution, though—she's got a couple of the old tables and some equally beat-up roombas, and set up a variation of a certain game.
[Freya can also be found mixing herself some kind of foofy drink, fearlessly reaching into the bag of dancing citrus. It's still a little unnerving that it has a face, but it's still a lime, right?]
[Wildcards available! Surprise me, or PM if in doubt.]
IIish
The first was a sort of mumbled affirmative when Freya asked her if she was interested in going to some party. Lucy...wasn't quite sure what she was thinking, though she had declined most of her roommate's recent requests with varying degrees of grumpiness. Maybe she felt guilty. But she'd just finished re-dying her hair and it looked nice, so...
After they'd gotten out the door was when the 'I've made a mistake' kicked in and she'd needed to be almost physically dragged, like a dog and a harness it didn't like.
And then, rather abruptly, she didn't need to be dragged. She just went plodding along mostly resigned to her fate.
After getting here, though, Lucy uncurled from her sulk to at least look around; she was still keeping Freya between herself and other people as much as possible, but she didn't seem miserable or particularly grumpy.
She seemed interested in the roombas, of all things, and her frown was too quizzical to be annoyed.]
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