AU!LOG: OPEN TO ALL

[libertyfuckyeah]

Who: America and EVERYONE IN THE AU WORLD EVER
Where: Spero University, that one building where people are likely throwing toilet paper out of windows and onto the trees.
When: Saturday night
Rating: Go look at the rating on the nearest stupid teen movie. That is it.
Summary: THERE'S A PARTY AND EVERYONE'S INVITED. It may double as a cover to get

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[p2iioniic]

Sollux hates parties.

Too loud, too bright, too crowded, too many voices all talking at once. There is absolutely no reason for him to like them. At least not when he's in a bad mood like this, so very close to flipping off the handle in such a fantastic and shocking way, much like Troll Evel Knievel doing a stunt where he takes his motorized two-wheeled and jumps off a cliff. Everyone will simultaneously gasp in awe, followed by applause at the end.

Sollux really hates parties, but this is the sort of place Karkat said for them to go. Fucking Karkat has stupid ideas.

[libertyfuckyeah]

Like all the trolls of the evening, America greets Sollux with his very well-thought out plan:

He throws a blanket over Sollux. Karkat is likely thrown into a closet somewhere. I could describe an epic struggle between my characters but honestly I'm just too lazy.

"Man," he says in a voice he thinks isn't loud but is in no way quiet, "it's like a troll convention today! Except you guys aren't wearing costumes! That'd actually probably help you guys!"

[forced_player]

She certainly wasn't used to parties, but this was especially true when she arrived at the location for America's party. She was automatically very nervous once she took in the state of half of the attendees. Sure, she's seen people get so drunk they couldn't even remember their own names, but this was a bit out of control.

Quickly, she walked around looking for anyone she recognized. Hell, she'd even be happy to see Denmark here.

[libertyfuckyeah]

If America had known this thought process, he would think: of course she'd seen people belligerently drunk! She's English! Those two things coincide in his mind, thanks to England himself. But that is a topic for another day because America spots Alice from across the room and bounds over to her.

He's not entirely sober himself but at least he can hold himself upright with relative ease. Sadly though, his first impulse is to hug the hell out of her.

"HEY ALICE! I didn't think you'd make it!"

[forced_player]

She makes a bit of a struggling sounds, blushing like mad at the random hug from the much taller country. She didn't really mind hugs, but it was strange to get one from someone so unexpectedly. At least, from America. Dee and Dum bombarded her with hugs but they were kids, and Peter was easy enough to avoid. Not that she didn't like America's hug, but it was still embarrassing.

"Y-yeah, me neither." she winced, he was so loud.

[cagedowner]

Obviously, Watanuki was not the type to be partying. Obviously. But he was at the University anyway and if it was already loud and blaring enough, might as well pop his head in right?

Okay bad idea, because this was definitely way out of control.

[libertyfuckyeah]

False, Watanuki. It is the best idea. America may not immediately recognize him as someone from the real Discedo, but at least he can spot other college students who don't exactly fit into the Discedo crowd. His normal obliviousness is only heightened by every substance he'd imbibed this evening, so it's only by sheer coincidence that he finds Watanuki.

And by coincidence I mean America accidentally rams his unsteady bulk right into him. He blinks in confusion, quickly recovering with a grin.

"Hey man! What's up?!"

America holds up a hand for a high-five. He fully expects to receive one. After all, a majority of people seem fond of giving him some, even people he doesn't know (or people he thinks he doesn't know in whatever alternate life he's landed in). The point is, HE WANTS HIGH FIVES AND HAPPY TIMES, STRANGER.

[cagedowner]

Watanuki indeed did not exactly fit in the crowd, but at least he wasn't wearing his usual unisex outfit. Then he would've really stood out. Instead he was borrowing his alternate self's clothes. But he still looked a bit awkward in it, it had been some time since he'd worn clothes like this.

As America rams into Watanuki, he stumbles backwards from the impact but manages to not fall over. He looked at America and glanced as the raised hand. Was....was that supposed to be a greeting? Or? Watanuki wasn't too sure. After all, he hadn't done high-fives since....well who knows when.

[dustedsunlight]

So it was pretty obvious once the news of the party went out that Namine would have to attend. Partially so she could stop America from doing something completely retarded, and partially because this was going to be a mess anyway and she should really figure out what was going on.

Weaving through the crowd with the hopes of running into him, she'd been bumped into, almost tripped, and hit on about 205743958 times. Eventually, she'd taken a spot against the wall, sighing and leaning her head back.

Worth it? This had officially become fucking ridiculous.

[libertyfuckyeah]

Suddenly, out of nowhere, America. He has whipped cream on his face in the shape of a handlebar mustache. Are you judging him yet?

"NAMINE!" And of course, this display is accompanied by a too-enthusiastic hug. Luckily by this point, Namine should already used to seeing her father drunk/high/naked, so none of this can shock her.

"Are you having fun?! OH, also, troll kid got a hooker!"

[dustedsunlight]

As a matter of fact, she is judging him. Deal with it, America, deal with it.

In the meantime, she's going to be picking whipped cream off her outfit and attempting to hug him back without getting the mess completely in her hair.

"Well, it's certainly... something I'd expect out of you, Alfred-- a what?" She looked just a bit startled, looking suspiciously. "Why, dare I ask...?"