Ghadd Festival

[elegante_events]

Just as promised, deck seventeen has been outfitted for a party. The lights have been dimmed and incense has been lit. A full bar has been set up at each end and center of the deck. Hookahs sit in the middle of clusters of cushions and pillows

Comments

Your Reluctant Hostess

[metharchy]

[Meth was not happy. She didn't celebrate Ghadd Festival usually, and considering all things and her circumstances, especially as she was not in Askoupur anymore, it was almost unbearable to be forced into doing so.

Once Redd had sent her to deck seventeen, she'd abandoned the flashing clown nose, but it was a small comfort considering that the Captain expected her to oversee the party at least until midnight.

She had work to attend to. This was such a waste. There was work she should be doing, not sitting around watching the passengers drink and smoke themselves into a stupor.]

Re: Your Reluctant Hostess

[ttlynotawizard]

[If she happens to spot Remy, she'll seem him over by one of the hookahs. He's lounging back, staring off into space. He's been pretty down the last few days and turning to smoking was a last resort to calm him down. Not like he told people that. Still he wasn't drunk, yet, and he was unsuccessfully attempting smoke rings.]

[metharchy]

[Remy was a welcome sight. He was probably the only passenger that Meth was actually happy to see. Meth headed over and took a seat next to him with a small sigh of relief.]

This is ridiculous.

[ttlynotawizard]

[Remy leans back and exhales a good stream of smoke before turning to face her. His smile is light, but there.]

I think it's a fine sort of party to have, one we have often, but there's reason at least.

Do you not enjoy the holiday?

[shipshapeshipco]

[Samuel is well aware that Deck 17 was designed to inflame the senses and disorient the morals of a good and proper boy like himself. "only with my dutiful chaperoning," he muses, "can this boat remain whole! Why, the constant swaying of the opiated masses alone is enough to steer us clear off course!"

With that clear-headed occupation in mind, Samuel entered the party.]

[alsoasecret]

[Xellos couldn't care less about the party itself. He was more here to observe-- he's been rather bored since he's been here.

There really is nothing funnier than watching people make absolute fools of themselves. So, he's sticking to the wall with what appears to be a cup of coffee, smiling, waiting for something ridiculous to happen.]

[thepartydude]

[There's a Mikey passing by, and he stops, tilting his head.]

Dude, you don't get this whole party thing, do you?

[littlelegend]

[After thanking Meth Goten made a beeline for the brownies. But post-consumption, he feels...very strange. Kind of funny in his muscles. To test this theory he is walking up to any exceedingly tough-looking person he can find and poking them in the leg. :| ]

[shadesofeco]

[Jak glances down at the kid trying to prod him.]

Can I help you?

[littlelegend]

Will you punch me in the head, mister?

god damn it i was drinking when i read that

[shadesofeco]

[What.]

What?

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGHHHHH

[fracturefall]

[This is what comes of experimentation, Barricade, you fraggin' moron. He is hyperventing like crazy. And everything looks weird. Like...way bigger than it should be. And then he looks down at his hands and...there's one finger too many and they're....oh Primus. Uhhhh, This...is not good.]

[On the other hand those brownies WERE delicious!]

*grumble*

[fracturefall]

Do I LOOK okay?!?!

[He recognizes her, though. She's...a bit hard to forget. ^^]

Pamela. Right. You know your magic stuff? Here's your chance to prove it. *Change me back.*

[Desperation? Yeessss!]