+ A very merry unbirthday for me, for you! +

[vitaelamorte]

Who: EVERYONE EVER
Where: The Ballroom!
When: At various points from April 8th-10th
Rating: PG-13 maybe?
Summary: Welcome to entranceway's fourth wall event! TIME TO PARTY! ♥
The Story:

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[usskickass]

[Okay, so...maybe Beiste hasn't been invited to many parties. Unless you can count going out to her favorite bar, of course, but people probably don't count that since there ain't an invitation in that case. But damn, it's not as if it's her fault that people never--

Anyhow, she's making the best of it. There's a lot of new faces and while she's not the type for cutting a rug in the middle of the dancefloor, she's somewhere on the edge, bopping along to the music with what might be surprising pizazz for someone of her usual demeanor.]

[itsahotone]

[Sadly, Santana is nearing the stage of woe. Instead of dancing inappropriately with people and looking bright and happy, she's wandering around, looking overwhelmed.

...She still has a drink in her hand, though.]

[usskickass]

[Beiste, in the midst of an awesome turn in her line dance, catches a glimpse of Santana and immediately frowns.

Drinking teen. Not good.]

Hold it right there, Lopez.

[itsahotone]

[She pauses, then looks vaguely confused.]

...Hi.

[kch_kch]

[Miguel's SO EXCITED. He's crashed a few weddings and balls in his time, and well, nothing's going to beat the feast thrown in his honor, but lolol this is amazing.

The music is so fast!

There's so much food!

So many people omg.

Yeah he's basically mingling and dancing and drinking like a champ. He'd come off as a frat boy if he weren't so British Spanish.]

[the_batarang]

WHACKACHA!!!!!!!!!

*A shiny Batarang flies right by Miguel's head and embeds itself in the wall. Uh-oh. Looks like it's stuck.*

You! Yes you! Fair citizen. Can you direct me towards the nearest crime in progress?

*Lensflare, trandemark shine.*

[kch_kch]

[MADRE DE DIOS WHAT WAS THAT.

And why can it talk?!]

U-- um. I don't...I don't know?!

[the_batarang]

You would do well to keep your wits about you! It may look like a normal party, but underneath there's a seedy underbelly of crime and corruption! Just waiting to bubble to the surface like the pulp in orange juice.

*It manages to wiggle out of the wall and clatter to the ground.*

Uhm.... A little help here?

[last_liar]

Yuu's not so much a party kind of guy, but hey. He was invited and it'll be fun. Right?

Right.

That's what he's going to tell himself.

He's also just going to linger near the wall for awhile and wonder where all these extra people came from. Don't mind him.

[girlshaveitgood]

There are way too many people here, and Nitori's feeling a little cramped and out of place, especially since he decided not to go with a dress for this party. He thought about it, but...with nitorious running around, he's decided he would rather not be mistaken for his mirror.

But there are way too many people, and for a while he doesn't see anyone he recognizes. Oh, but there's Yuu, over by the wall! He'll just sneak over there and maybe keep him company for a while. Nitori waves once he's a little closer.

[last_liar]

Yuu smiles when he sees Nitori and waves back. There has been a distinct lack of his friends this week. Even Izaya would be welcome.

"Hey. You didn't dress up." It's not a criticism. It's really meant more as a question.

[girlshaveitgood]

"Mm." Nitori settles against the wall next to Yuu.

"I...I wanted everyone to know I'm me," he explains, wringing his hands. "It's not that I didn't want to, or that I was scared of anyone knowing exactly...but..."

He peeks out at the crowd, as though his Mirror is lurking nearby, listening.

"...Well, with my Mirror here, I thought it might be confusing."

enter ke-dollar-sign-ha lyrics heah~

[itsahotone]

[Santana's pretty much cool with the whole let's party aspect of this event. Way less annoying than most.

Also, alcohol! She's in that stage of drunkenness that comes before she gets self-hateful and sobs all over everyone, which is to say she is touchy feely, alls up in your space, and likely to make out with anyone who asks. Or doesn't ask, even.

Right now, she's got a drink in one hand and is dancing in that dirty way slightly slutty teenage girls tend to dance. God, she's hot. Who wouldn't wanna tap this?]

[ooc: in case it's not clear, if you reply (please reply), you may be groped in some way.]

[slenderegular]

[ Priestly has no freaking clue how he got here, but there is a party, there are beautiful women, and he's wearing his manliest kilt. ]

'Sup?

[ If you don't mind the ridiculous sideburns, the beard-and-mustache, the piercings, and the majestic, gravity-defying mohawk in bright blue, then be friends with him? :D ]

[itsahotone]

[...She's not drunk enough to be seeing Dean with blue hair and stuff, right?]

Hey. You aren't either of the Deans I know. [She says so very seriously.]

[slenderegular]

...Dean?

[ An expression of genuine confusion. ]

Psh. I'm Priestly. My name ain't Dean.

[dashboardlite]

[Dean likes some types of parties. Mostly the small grungy ones that take place in seedy dive-bars off the side of the road. The pastels aren't really doing much for him, so he's fervently trying to pretend that he isn't surrounded by Easter-egg-flavored streamers and table cloths.

He is drinking, though.

In fact, he's been drinking since the other day, after meeting his Mirror and his Mirror's Plus One.

So if Dean Winchester seems less surly than usual, that might be the reason. As things stand, he's leisurely leaning up against that punch table and hitting the booze hard, lazy smile on his face.]

[sanguinedingly]

'Scuse me.

[Zoë is more in favor of those kinds of parties, herself--her, a couple of friends, something to drink and no work to speak of for a little while. But there's no sign of her friends here, which has the potential to be pretty distressing, since they were on the same spaceship as her not five minutes ago.]

You wouldn't happen to know where we're at, off the top of your head?

[dashboardlite]

[...wow, she is certainly attractive. Dean leans back on the table, appraising her for a moment. She seems...vaguely familiar, but his knowledge of pop culture is severely hindered by the alcohol in his system.]

Well hello there.

[He gestures with one hand to...all around him, effectively.]

Welcome to Wonderland.

[sanguinedingly]

You know, I've heard worse names for places, but not too often. Whereabouts is it? Don't look too much like a Rim planet to me...

[But if it were core, she'd have heard of it, right?]