Party Time!

[somebodysdeath]

((OOC: Sorry for the massive posting. XD Wanted to get this happiness started and finished before the doom and gloom of the weekend begin. Please, feel free to post your characters into this thread, their reactions to what's happening, let them have little threads with each other within the big major party thread. ALSO, feel free to say the stereo

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[smithnjones]

Martha Jones has forgone food in preference to getting drunk. Ever since Remus came into the hotel, covered in someone else's blood, this feeling of danger has overshadowed everything she's done. That shadow only increased following the meeting in the Doctor's room.

So drinking is good. It makes her smile at the decorations, enjoy the tipsy feeling, sway to the music, and forget the shadow.

She must be on her third by now. She hasn't kept track of exactly what went into it, how much alcohol has been consumed. Neither has Dinah.

[nothingsodivine]

Des didn't go to the funeral for a number of reasons, all of which he fully intends to get far too drunk to explain sooner rather than later. Maybe he'll get so drunk, he'll forget that war room meeting in the Doctor's room ever happened. That would be nice.

He's well on his way to that- not rip-roarin' drunk, of course, but buzzed enough that he kinda staggers when he walks, which is hilarious in itself.

"Great party," he says, sidling up to Martha before gesturing to the disco ball with his drink. "I see you sprung for a disco ball."

[smithnjones]

Martha smiles a little goofily at him. More at the staggering than the mention of the disco ball.

It is hilarious. How desperate they are to get drunk as fast as possible. Like being in college all over again.

"Yes, sir, I did." Her lips slide to the right in an equally goofy smirk. "Thought it'd make for a nice touch. Considering. We're supposed to be dancing 'n you need a disco ball for that."

[nothingsodivine]

"Oh well of course," he says, grinning. "Don't see how people dance without one, myself. And they say the Seventies are dead."

He is, of course, fairly convinced that he won't be dancing underneath any disco balls... At least right now. Ask him again when his Tom Collins count reaches numbers that can't be considered healthy for a man his age.

[first_shots]

Jezebel has been acutely aware of the things going on as of late, alt hug none of them seem to her liking. This though? This was right up her alley.

At first she'd entertained herself with merely snapping a few pictures here and there, the decorations, the food, the people, but she soon wanders towards the alcohol

"Someone's makin' love to Dinah," she sings. "Someone's makin' love I know-ow-ow..."

[somebodysdeath]

Dinah smirks in her direction, leaning forward on her arms.

"I wish." She glances at the camera and flashes it a smile. "Now how long have you been down here, Miss Jezebel?"

[first_shots]

"Long enough to know that paries are what this place needs. Parties get people moving, dancing and singing and smiling and laughing. People need to smile more."

She mimics the other woman's movements before giving a bottle a light prod with her finger.

"And that. People need a little bit of that in thier lives too." A smirk.

[somebodysdeath]

"They definetly do. All of the above. There's too much dying and worrying about dying and not nearly enough living."

Dinah backs up, picking up a bottle in her hand and waving it with that same smile of her eyes, raising her eyebrows as if to say, 'C'mon, you know you wanna'.

"What's your poison?"

[throwinshadows]

Where food goes, so goes Lina's nation and Lina's nation is firmly staked out in the kitchen loading various foodstuffs onto a plate. How the plate has managed to not give into the weight of said food or how someone as tiny as Lina is can manage to eat that much would take far too long to explain- it's like explaining why the TARDIS is bigger on the inside or why the room hallways in the basement never seem to end.

Lina might be a dangerous animal when presented with a fork, but she's in a fairly decent mood despite everything. It's a party, after all.

[somebodysdeath]

Dinah has temporarily abandoned her post at the counter to check on the dishes.

She smiles, brightly, at the sight of Lina and all of the food she's picked out.

"I am so glad you're here and appreciating the food." Dinah knows most of the people here will be favoring the alcohol, which is fine, but it's nice to have her 'art' appreciated, too.

[throwinshadows]

"Hey, you can always count on me when there's food involved." And there's a cute little Line wink attached to the end of that. "I'm shocked more people aren't taking advantage of the spread."

So she says, but she has a very 'more for me' attitude about these things.

"Especially since it's your cooking. How do you do it? I've never had food this good."

King Phil is getting an earful if she ever gets back about how badly his cooks suck.

[somebodysdeath]

"Alcohol tends to be more of an incentive than food. Especially following a funeral." Dinah laughs at the wink and shrugs a little, stirring at a noodle heavy dish. "I'm okay with that. I enjoy making drinks, too."

"Oh, now, that's my secret. You just enjoy the food and I'll keep my cooking secrets."

[thatsortofaman]

The Doctor... did not really want to be here. Were it not for promises made to a number of people, he'd be using this time to sneak out. Were it not for threats to break down his door if he didn't show, he'd be sulking in his room. As it is, he's in a corner, watching everyone with the faintest little smile.

As edgy and nervous as he is now, it's still nice to see people enjoying themselves. Living. The domestic approach. It's been a long time since he's been around this sort of thing - at least, when nothing exploded or attacked in the middle of all the partying and so on.

Oh, he didn't need that thought. At least there aren't any Christmas trees to worry about, mistletoe or not.

[nothingsodivine]

Des has wandered away from Martha to go hit up Dinah for another drink and is just drunk enough to not hide a grin of glee when he sees the Doctor in a corner.

"My shoulder thanks you for not making me have to break down your door," he says as he approaches him. "It still twinges from the last time I did that. And contrary to what you might believe, I don't get a sick sort of enjoyment out of doing it."

He's drunk. Forgive everything he says. Standard disclaimers apply.

[thatsortofaman]

The gleeful grin somewhat baffles the Doctor - unless Des gets a perverse pleasure about forcing him to go places he doesn't want to, which is entirely possible. Nevertheless, he smiles back, even if it is only slightly.

"Twinges in your shoulder?" he asks mildly, trying for innocence and not quite making it. "Is it possible you're getting old? Four thousand years is a lot to catch up with you."

[nothingsodivine]

He does, by the way. That's just not what's being factored in right now... Of course, considering how many drinks he's had already tonight, the narration is fairly certain that he would look at a potted plant with the same gleeful look.

"Hey, hey, hey," he says, poking the Doctor in the chest. "I am as young as I always was. 'Cept for the part where I'm pretty sure my heart will give out on me if I continue my reckless lifestyle, but that's a risk I'll have to take. 'M gonna be one of those old men who keeps on truckin'... Like Sean Connery."

He pauses momentarily as if he's actually considering that what he just said was probably really stupid. "Oh God. I just realized that if I stay here, I'm going to get old."

Nope. That wasn't what he was considering at all. Have fun with your drunk Descant, Doctor.

[that_damn_paki]

Maya has been unhappily stuck as a sun bear ever since she turned into one in the fight with the chipmunk in the cafeteria. The fact that she's a sun bear is only slightly more disturbing than the fact that she has no idea how to turn human again.

Her first week beyond the Rift is not, all things considered, going wonderfully.

After discovering the sheer array of things she can't do--operate doors, carry on a conversation, think clearly, see clearly, go out in public--she's more or less resigned herself, though truth be told the past day or so has been spent in one of the empty rooms, curled in a corner and brooding. She was never much for brooding, before she came here. Then, the was never a bear before she came here.

But she does need to eat, and the cafeteria is the place for that. Partygoers may notice a small, 90-pound sun bear trundling in, trundling up to the food, and looking forlornly at the plates.

Oh, for opposable thumbs.

[somebodysdeath]

Dinah is here to save the day!

Or at least, to help.

She smiles and pats the poor bear's head.

"Aw, puppy. You want me to fix you a plate?"

Yes, she knows that this is a bear not a dog. The puppy nickname can't be helped.

[that_damn_paki]

Maya raises furry eyebrows in a tired sort of Really, it's a good thing I have a sense of humour way. Having seen dogs, she knows enough not to try for a closed-teeth smile and enough to suspect that an open-mouthed smile would make her look like a drooling idiot, and instead tries to pull her lips into some approximation and nods.

[somebodysdeath]

Dinah smirks at the furry eyebrow raise and fixes a plate of food for her.

"Haven't been able to turn back, yet?"

Yes, she knows that this is a shapeshifter she's speaking to.

For more than one reason.

"Don't worry. You'll figure it out eventually. Just takes some... time."